<?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-11820090</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:32:48.259+08:00</updated><category term='enough of being alone in the dark.'/><title type='text'>curseme-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2482965322063884285</id><published>2009-12-17T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:49:22.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SyozMac4ZpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GpAOCKzrrow/s1600-h/Tails+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416197790218348178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SyozMac4ZpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GpAOCKzrrow/s320/Tails+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BABY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TAILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A little intro to my cute little baby tails. In the past, he have a tough childhood and was kept in the cage which wasn't meant for dogs. He was kept inside for a long time and hardly have play time and don't even have a time to go down for a walk. Sometime i really hate what the previous owner did to him. Even baby tails teeth are in bad shape. So i adopted him and took care of him. Brought him to the vet to do up his teeth and spent hundreds of dollars of him. Right now, he is in good shape and look more handsome as his teeth are white and better. And i'm looking forward to create a better life for him. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dearest have been busy over his work and barely have enough sleep. But still, he will make time to talk to me or even meet me up. He don't mind sleeping late just to talk to him even when he's tired. Well, he even took care of baby tails and stole the photos that i took for baby tails. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have been busy studying busniess law and taking care of baby tails recently. And i've got business law exam tomorrow morning and i hope that i'm able to do the paper cause i hardly read up about cases. And always get mix up with many laws as there are singapore laws and business law. Well, just hope i'm able to do well and pass. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-2482965322063884285?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2482965322063884285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2482965322063884285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-tails-little-intro-to-my-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SyozMac4ZpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GpAOCKzrrow/s72-c/Tails+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3444015090480290972</id><published>2009-09-28T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:47:59.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SsDX3cf_XiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Fz4IZYf4V40/s1600-h/SDC11290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386542501878259234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SsDX3cf_XiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Fz4IZYf4V40/s320/SDC11290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; I've been busy studying, shopping and resting. School really stress me out a lot and i've got no time to take my afternoon nap at all. Now, my saturdayS are being taken up too. All thanks to the school that make US (classmates) attend lessons on saturday. Well, i thought it will be only till November but i was wrong to think that way. Because, during December i'll be having lessons on sunday too. Well done and i guess it will be the most wonderful weekend. All i have to do is to say goodbye to my afternoon nap, my parents and my dearest dumbo. Thats not all about what i've been nagging and saying to dearest. I've been complaining about my teeth. Surprising, i've put on braces. YES ! It's pain but the pain isn't from the tightness but the wire that is poking you when you talk, eat, drink and even brushing teeth. The wire poked me till i've got a cut in my mouth and it hurts badly that i've to see the dentist and complain. After seeing, i felt much better as the dentist cut off the wire that was poking me all day long. I'm trying to get use to it and live with it for about 2 years. Well, my dearest just got to tahan my complains for just 2 years. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3444015090480290972?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3444015090480290972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3444015090480290972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/09/l-o-v-e-s-ive-been-busy-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SsDX3cf_XiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Fz4IZYf4V40/s72-c/SDC11290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-891900148093689158</id><published>2009-07-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:33:23.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SmSYqbnenII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BZ3EwdoU1sc/s1600-h/pancakes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360577311213001858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SmSYqbnenII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BZ3EwdoU1sc/s320/pancakes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This Morning, i made an effort to wake up early just to make breakfast for my dearest dumbo. He once told me that i only made breakfast for him 1 time and after that i didn't. So, last night i made up my mind and i told him i'm gonna make breakfast for him. Haha ! I bet he is feeling touched and loved by me. Well, i made pancakes for him. Errs. not heart shaped pancakes like the picture. it's a round type of pancake which is the normal kind. How i wish i could make a heart shaped pancake but i don't have that type of skills. Before heading to school, dearest fry noodles for me ! My lunch lunch lunch. So nice and i felt the love. Hahaha ! After school i went home and have a bowl of noodles that dearest cooked and took a nap. Super duper tired and sleepy ! Tomorrow, i'm gonna bake cookies and cook fried rice for dinner. Hopefully the fried rice turn out to be nice. And and and dearest coming tomorrow morning to accompany me ! But before that, we're gonna have early morning breakfast. And i mean EARLY MORNING. Maybe 7am or 7am+? Hahaha ! EARLY MORNING ! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Marketing sucks and assignment sucks too. I've got another shitty assignment this week and the due day is next week. Brain cells are dying real fast. SIGH ! ):&lt;/span&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/11820090-891900148093689158?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/891900148093689158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/891900148093689158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/07/p-n-c-k-e-s-this-morning-i-made-effort.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SmSYqbnenII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BZ3EwdoU1sc/s72-c/pancakes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-449588526172334696</id><published>2009-07-18T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:06:06.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SmIY6rSL-HI/AAAAAAAAAlI/DkhCVrdHv0E/s1600-h/pf1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359873902854797426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SmIY6rSL-HI/AAAAAAAAAlI/DkhCVrdHv0E/s320/pf1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG SIGH !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Marketing Assignment seems to be making me feel sick and that is bad. The assignment totally can kill my brain cells. Why is the assignment so difficult ? After reading and reading and reading, i just don't get it. I don't even understand what are those local forces and if i don't understand, how on earth am i gonna do ? I've been facing the laptop for such a loooooonnnng hour and i'm not done with my assignment. The most troublesome thing is that i've got to do 6 reference for the assignment ! Whatever i've research seem useless ! Can someone please help me ! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HATE MARKETING ASSIGNMENT !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm feeling so sick right now. Headache, gastric and flu. I feel so unwell that i really feel like faint and cry out loud. My brain seems to be shutting down and my eyes are slowly shutting too. Looking at those yucky medicine that i've got to take, really switch me off. Forcing myself to take the medicine and hope to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-449588526172334696?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/449588526172334696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/449588526172334696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-sigh-my-marketing-assignment-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SmIY6rSL-HI/AAAAAAAAAlI/DkhCVrdHv0E/s72-c/pf1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-5346601996498494627</id><published>2009-07-18T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:17:09.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START STRESSING ! STOP LIVING !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going crazy over this Marketing Assignment which is due on Monday and i'm crying over it. And i've got not much time left. I'm still facing a black page at Mircosoft Word. Not a single word or a letter and even my name. Well, i know i'm so dead and i know i will die if i don't hand in by Monday. Finally, Cheryl Yeo know what is the meaning of SO DEAD / DIE ! Can anyone tell me how am i gonna complete my assignment when i don't even have a single information on Wal-Mart ?! CHERYL YEO KAI YING ! PLEASE WAKE UP FROM YOUR STUPID HAPPY LAND AND GET YOUR ASSIGNMENT DONE ! DAMN IT ! It's 12am+ and i'm still not working on my assignment ?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Yeo, shut your mouth, wipe your tears and start doing your assignment !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*I'm missing Edwin Leong my Dearest Dumbo. Wonder when is he coming to save me. )':&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/11820090-5346601996498494627?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5346601996498494627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5346601996498494627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/07/start-stressing-stop-living-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-7527929686021655608</id><published>2009-07-15T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:14:08.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BIG BIG SMILES ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dearest accompanied me for days. And recently i've fall sick and was on 3 days MC. And he took care of me for days. Thanks my dearest dumbo. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dearest also started planning for the future. He even started saving and we're gonna open a join account to put all the money that we are gonna save. And i want to get a puppy ! Dearest search and even ask his friends about the price and stuff. Till now, we're still searching. Well, all the best to us. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3v064OVpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/OTotFnlREX8/s1600-h/Photo011_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358702824078071442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3v064OVpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/OTotFnlREX8/s320/Photo011_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3uNDgBLoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/duj2BK0Lo5Y/s1600-h/Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358701039686069890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3uNDgBLoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/duj2BK0Lo5Y/s320/Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3uNM3ZzkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/oVEbdT4RxSM/s1600-h/Photo044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358701042200071746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3uNM3ZzkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/oVEbdT4RxSM/s320/Photo044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my silly dearest style my care bears hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3uMtlZyMI/AAAAAAAAAko/gyzPqnTsyCg/s1600-h/Photo022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358701033803073730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3uMtlZyMI/AAAAAAAAAko/gyzPqnTsyCg/s320/Photo022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3uMV-phPI/AAAAAAAAAkg/qXK6reAayxk/s1600-h/Loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358701027466511602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3uMV-phPI/AAAAAAAAAkg/qXK6reAayxk/s320/Loves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3uL7MWEmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/dmlbRnS9uT0/s1600-h/Photo014_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358701020276200034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3uL7MWEmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/dmlbRnS9uT0/s320/Photo014_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-7527929686021655608?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7527929686021655608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7527929686021655608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-big-smiles-dearest-accompanied-me.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3v064OVpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/OTotFnlREX8/s72-c/Photo011_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3229530987448465161</id><published>2009-07-15T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:26:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not update for so long already ! Well, i've forgotten what to say. I only know that i'm gonna upload the photos during presentation. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHOTOS ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3jkFd09DI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_CgKI8S4KqA/s1600-h/IMG00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358689340722836530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3jkFd09DI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_CgKI8S4KqA/s320/IMG00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3jjawpc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/5nl4voovDJo/s1600-h/IMG00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358689329259049890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3jjawpc6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/5nl4voovDJo/s320/IMG00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3ji2azJ6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/pDOAuqjo7Og/s1600-h/IMG00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358689319503734690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3ji2azJ6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/pDOAuqjo7Og/s320/IMG00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3jibrZXrI/AAAAAAAAAi4/K8jmwR4A5eg/s1600-h/IMG00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358689312325590706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3jibrZXrI/AAAAAAAAAi4/K8jmwR4A5eg/s320/IMG00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3jh2bHl6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/3Rz-0KAiJrY/s1600-h/IMG00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358689302325204898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3jh2bHl6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/3Rz-0KAiJrY/s320/IMG00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3k2z5q2NI/AAAAAAAAAj4/yvpv5URW7fo/s1600-h/IMG00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358690761936918738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3k2z5q2NI/AAAAAAAAAj4/yvpv5URW7fo/s320/IMG00025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3k2WqyLpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/dgi5B8GxIbY/s1600-h/IMG00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358690754089856658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3k2WqyLpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/dgi5B8GxIbY/s320/IMG00013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3k2L_MfrI/AAAAAAAAAjo/x9ISfj5XQbs/s1600-h/IMG00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358690751222677170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3k2L_MfrI/AAAAAAAAAjo/x9ISfj5XQbs/s320/IMG00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3k11VZLiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FbdAuluigWQ/s1600-h/IMG00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358690745141767714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3k11VZLiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FbdAuluigWQ/s320/IMG00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3k1nNSncI/AAAAAAAAAjY/f9PCWhFveq0/s1600-h/IMG00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358690741349686722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3k1nNSncI/AAAAAAAAAjY/f9PCWhFveq0/s320/IMG00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3l9sOgAII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rbFOIcmZ5ds/s1600-h/IMG00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358691979647516802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3l9sOgAII/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rbFOIcmZ5ds/s320/IMG00028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3l9J0W3YI/AAAAAAAAAkI/qM95vCKMc5A/s1600-h/IMG00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358691970411060610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3l9J0W3YI/AAAAAAAAAkI/qM95vCKMc5A/s320/IMG00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3l84qVBtI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zu-LYoRjEsw/s1600-h/IMG00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358691965805594322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3l84qVBtI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zu-LYoRjEsw/s320/IMG00026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3229530987448465161?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3229530987448465161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3229530987448465161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-not-update-for-so-long-already-well.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sl3jkFd09DI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_CgKI8S4KqA/s72-c/IMG00010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8720065400195722483</id><published>2009-05-18T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:35:22.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336862779514853698" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/ShBYbAv8mUI/AAAAAAAAAio/21inaeoMk6k/s320/dearest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Friday, 15 May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to meet dearest at yishun. Cause someone ended school early. Dearest teach me how to get there by bus. So i took the bus and sit for very long ! Butt pain ! Well, met up with dearest then went back to tampines cause we wanna watch movie and my sister too. So went back to bring my sister for a movie too. We walked around tampines 1 till about 9pm+ then bought the tickets. We watch star trek ! I wanted to watch it for a very long time and finally i'm able to watch. Aftermath, went back home. And dearest stayed over at my house. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saturday,16 May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up in the morning to have breakfast. Went down to buy breakfast with dearest. After having our breakfast, dearest went to do his project while i was talking with mummy. Nag over housework. And guess what ! I ironed 6 shirts ! So proud of myself. Haha ! Before bathing, had a bet with dearest to see who finish bathing the fastest. The loser will have to think where to go and eat for the day. Well, i guess everyone know that i will lose. And i did lose. So i've got to crack my brain and think. We went to Sentosa Underwater World ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See all the weird fishes and dearest went to touch the fish. Eeee! Very yucky. Cause i scared of fish. Didn't really take photo as it was full of dearest's brother's brother(Indians). Around 6.30pm+, we were on our way to meet Chua Min Cheng as she sms me to have dinner. We had our dinner over at Suntec. Eat till super full then went outside as dearest need some "fresh air". Walked to MSQ then walk to the MRT station. Tot of watching movie. So i started asking Chua to tag along. After a few mins, she finally agreed. Went to The Cathy then ended up went to Ehub at Pasir Ris. Well, dearest's buddy Andy came too. Accompanied dearest's buddy to eat over at subway. He's the only one that is eating. Haha ! Walked around till 12am+ finally Chua's friends came. So went to buy the tickets for Angels &amp;amp; Demons. Then the 4 of us(chua, andy, dearest and me) walked to downtown Mac. It's like walking to Malaysia! Haha ! Sat at mac then talked. I know my Chinese very good. So please don't be jealous. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked back to Ehub to watch the movie. Watched till about 4am+ then we took a cab home. Well, dearest stayed over at my house. And i was forced to eat Oreo as i was having gastric pain. Aftermath, we went to sleep. Sleep like pig like that. Super duper tired. I love dearest ! He totally spend the whole day with me. And i bet he love me as much as i do. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sunday, 17 May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We woke up in the afternoon. And i was still tired. Very sleepy. Mummy cook noodles. So we went to eat the noodles. And i made dearest eat 2 plate full of noodles. Hahaha ! And daddy was getting ready for "dry swimming". Aftermath, dearest went out to do his project. And i'm at home doing nothing but resting as i'm not feeling well. Well, i'm really tired cause i rest till 9pm+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Internet is killing me. I'm so gonna bite it hard ! Keep disconnecting. Very irritating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School gonna start soon ! I'm gonna study hard this time. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*I'll upload the photos when i'm not feeling lazy. Or maybe i'll upload tomorrow. (:&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/11820090-8720065400195722483?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8720065400195722483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8720065400195722483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/05/l-o-v-e-s-friday-15-may-2009-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/ShBYbAv8mUI/AAAAAAAAAio/21inaeoMk6k/s72-c/dearest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-772831661420412529</id><published>2009-05-07T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:44:08.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you feel the slip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you start to crack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it's all to hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know I have your back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whether right or wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is beside the point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause we're more than blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-772831661420412529?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/772831661420412529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/772831661420412529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-feel-slip-when-you-start-to.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2329017403820957655</id><published>2009-05-06T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:26:06.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PICTURES OF MY DEAREST DUMBO ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332737829076220450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGwzS5gOiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nVNHIa8dBWE/s320/SDC10791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGwz3PJaCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XsPoRV8a5RM/s1600-h/SDC10795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332737838830676002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGwz3PJaCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XsPoRV8a5RM/s320/SDC10795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGwzqgNpdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8ohSP2uiPh8/s1600-h/SDC10792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332737835412596178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGwzqgNpdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8ohSP2uiPh8/s320/SDC10792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGx73iYNyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SHDZa_kqFdQ/s1600-h/SDC10799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332739075861919522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGx73iYNyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SHDZa_kqFdQ/s320/SDC10799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The just keep playing his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; non-stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will only stop when i say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a nice Dearest Dumbo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGw0aLP76I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BCiukeISUio/s1600-h/SDC10796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332737848209567650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGw0aLP76I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BCiukeISUio/s320/SDC10796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My small dearest dumbo ! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGx8C0HLII/AAAAAAAAAig/ZZ7qyb5bVAE/s1600-h/SDC10800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332739078889090178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGx8C0HLII/AAAAAAAAAig/ZZ7qyb5bVAE/s320/SDC10800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm being force to put this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taken by Dearest Dumbo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday, 6 May 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, i woke my dearest up this morning about 9am+ as he needs to see a doctor. I've told him that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; accompany him but ended up he went alone. All thanks to him and he should know why. Really upset and disappointed. As you told me that you will teach me how to go but ended up, you didn't. Well, it's over already. Forgiven my dearest . (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took a cab down to look for me. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna pass a story book to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; and he accompanied me. Met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; and went for lunch at long john. While we're eating, dearest was playing his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; (see ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; again). After that walked around till we've got no where to go. So headed home. Bought mum mum for dearest to eat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; ! I force him to eat. It's for your own good dearest. After eat, went to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and guess what ! Dearest was playing with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; again ! About 5pm+, went to buy mum mum as i wanna eat this and that. While i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt;, same thing again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; ! Till i say i wanna play then he let me play. But still, ended up he still get back and play. About 8pm+ went to get dinner. After dinner, i took his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; and play non-stop. While dearest was helping me to test my younger sister. About 11pm, dearest went home. Before that, we were playing tower blocks on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. And finally i broke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dearest's&lt;/span&gt; high score ! So proud of myself ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Dumb dumb dearest forget to take MC from the doctor. How dumb can he be !? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends help him sign the attendance and got caught. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-2329017403820957655?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2329017403820957655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2329017403820957655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-of-my-dearest-dumbo-just-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgGwzS5gOiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nVNHIa8dBWE/s72-c/SDC10791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-548045135907582663</id><published>2009-05-05T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:41:38.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgBcGqZmacI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WbtRZRLc8kw/s1600-h/PIC-0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363228337301954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgBcGqZmacI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WbtRZRLc8kw/s320/PIC-0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BIGGEST DUMBO ! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-548045135907582663?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/548045135907582663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/548045135907582663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/05/biggest-dumbo.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SgBcGqZmacI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WbtRZRLc8kw/s72-c/PIC-0070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3509785766089919335</id><published>2009-05-05T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:09:59.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the wound within your locked-up memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touches your heart soundlessly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ll smile kindly; but behind it, there are tears of loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yearn for a boundless strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with those who you believe in, dash upwards many times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to protect, I want to believe, all of the reasons for smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ferocity and love, too, I’ll accept everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won’t ever let go of your hand again, aiming for that light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overlapping our chests that we sympathize with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In our thoughts that can forgive and share with each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep praying words of an oath so that they won’t change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yearn for a fearless heart, lift the dream that you believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And embrace me with both of your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to love, I want to feel, all of the reasons for smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me as it as, even the shout of your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won’t ever avert my eyes again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Igniting that light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3509785766089919335?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/feeds/3509785766089919335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820090&amp;postID=3509785766089919335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3509785766089919335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3509785766089919335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-wound-within-your-locked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1409176141437151166</id><published>2009-05-03T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:49:37.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sf26xsCTSUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/crE5uVZLjhA/s1600-h/SDC10613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331622896673704258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sf26xsCTSUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/crE5uVZLjhA/s320/SDC10613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVES !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday, 30 April 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I traveled all the way to Bukit Batok to get my cheque changed. I tot they will change it right on the spot but i was wronged. They told me that they will mail it to me. Waste my time going back to school. But after some thinking, actually it isn't a waste of time. As i was meet my dearest dumbo. We headed to MSQ to watch movie. I always wanted to watch X men and we did ! (: Aftermath, we went to have our dinner and walked all the way some where near Charcoal to take bus 12 home. Thanks dearest dumbo for sending me home. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday, 1 May 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at 10.30am to wake my dearest dumbo up. As dearest got to go for his car practical. I tried going back to sleep but i couldn't. So i went to wake like everyone up and starting screaming to have breakfast. Daddy and Mummy woke up and say okies. In the end, Mummy say she gonna send my sister to my Granny's place and they will be going to buy some stuff. So she asked me to get my breakfast on my own and on the way, get for my brother too. I was cheated can ! I waited for Daddy and Mummy for like an hour plus ! What can i do ? I'm such a good daughter and a good sister so i went to get breakfast for my brother and me. How nice of me ! About 2pm, dearest sms-ed me and told me that his car practical finish already and he is on his way to my place. (: When dearest reached my place, he studied till about 7pm + then he send me to my granny's place. Thanks Dearest ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, 2 May 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got up early as i'm meeting Dearest to buy the story books i always wanted. Thanks to dearest, i'm able to get the books. (: Went to PS to get the books and went to watch a movie, Taken. Thanks arh ! Thanks for choosing such a NICE movie. It's was scary ! To me and not to him. Aftermath, trained home. On the way back, we bought famous amous cookies and Mac ! Reached home dearest spend his time study study study. And i spend my time reading reading reading. He so poor thing. Got to study as he's having his test on Monday. About 2AM, i was having gastric ! So we went to buy cup noodles to eat. Dearest keep asking me to stay at home as it was raining. But too bad. I'm stubborn and i insist on following him. Haha ! After eating and watching TV, went to sleep at 3AM+ or 4AM ? And i woke him up at 6AM+ asking him to wake up. As i wanna go buy food to eat for breakfast cause i was still having gastric pain. Poor dearest got to wake up and accompany me go buy food. After having our breakfast about 7AM+, i went to sleep and dearest was studying. He studied till about 9AM. He wanted to go home cause he's meeting his friends at 12PM to do project. I don't know what i told him or what. That make him accompanied me till 9.30AM then he go off. All i know that i was still having gastric and a bad headache. Guess i've made dearest worried. So sorry. Well dearest, thanks for everything ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-1409176141437151166?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1409176141437151166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1409176141437151166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/05/loves-thursday-30-april-2009-i-traveled.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Sf26xsCTSUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/crE5uVZLjhA/s72-c/SDC10613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-160271031249026924</id><published>2009-04-24T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:33:29.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SfCuqpz8HKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CUkh-wHbH3w/s1600-h/casettelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327950406980738210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SfCuqpz8HKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CUkh-wHbH3w/s320/casettelove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;23/4/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Met up with silly dumbo at somerset to get my paper and headed down to Kaplan. Well, i've figured out on how to walk to Kaplan from the Mrt station. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that we went to Wisma to get Famous Amos as i wanna eat cookies. Walked around town and headed down to Bugis (the new mall). About the new mall, isn't really nice as most of the shops ain't open yet. But still, we walked around the mall round and round and round. Walked around Bugis thinking of where to go. And i've got no idea where to go so we went to take bus 12 back home(my home). Hmms. Dumbo, thanks for sending me home and accompany me eat Mac although i forced you to eat a little too. It's for your own good alright ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aftermath, Dumbo went off to take bus back home. Do rest well as you've accompanied me right after your school end. Take care and don't fall sick. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVES ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-160271031249026924?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/160271031249026924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/160271031249026924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-is-too-slow-for-those-who-wait-too.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SfCuqpz8HKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CUkh-wHbH3w/s72-c/casettelove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3437504314230011898</id><published>2009-04-22T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:15:54.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Se7SI68m91I/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZF4WlAy08eM/s1600-h/Image0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327426459930130258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Se7SI68m91I/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZF4WlAy08eM/s320/Image0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SLOWPOKE IS DUMB AND CUTE ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Attachment are so over for me and life for me are horrible ! Looking for a part time job ain't easy at all. Getting a school wasn't easy too. Well, I went to Kaplan on Saturday morning to apply for my diploma in hotel and tourism. They told me that they will inform me if i've got in. Till now, there isn't any news cause i forget to submit my Shatec result. How dumb can i be !? All i can do is go down tomorrow and submit it personally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've been spending lots of money recently and i don't know why. Times and times, i keep telling myself stop spending money but i just can't stop. So dead ! Someone please stop me from spending can ! I've really got to read the book about money management. And lately, i'm having gastic pain. Yes, i've skipped my meals again. But what can i do when i don't feel like eating ? I can't force myself to eat right ? I'll puke out if i do that. But no worries, i'll take my meals regularly as i've promised Dumbo. So, hopefully my gastric problem will go away. (:&lt;/p&gt;OKIES ! I'M LAZY TO BLOG ! I'll update again when i'm not feeling lazy. LOVES ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3437504314230011898?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3437504314230011898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3437504314230011898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/04/slowpoke-is-dumb-and-cute-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Se7SI68m91I/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZF4WlAy08eM/s72-c/Image0401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3274936613207850637</id><published>2009-03-17T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:07:23.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What happens when you do all the wrong things for all the right reasons ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3274936613207850637?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/feeds/3274936613207850637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820090&amp;postID=3274936613207850637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3274936613207850637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3274936613207850637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-happens-when-you-do-all-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3451597362590289963</id><published>2009-03-09T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:08:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'M &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A SPOILT BRAT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me sweets. Give me chocolates. Give me yummy food. Give me what i want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Make me smile. Make me laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ENTERTAIN ME ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, my life ain't getting any better. My colourful life is fading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been asking myself what am i suppose to do ? SIGH ! I want my princess lifestyle back ! Spending money is what i do, Partying is what i want, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumbness and Stupidity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is what i get if that's what i'm gonna do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been screaming and complaining to many many people that my stupid cheapo salary is not enough for me to spend ! It seems to be like my 1 week allowance when i was still studying and have no income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nevertheless, lucky i've got a part time job that not many people know about it. I was assigned to work at a roadshow but i've no idea if i'm free on that day. And i'm also assigned to work at this bikini workshop on the 15 March which is on the sunday $50/hr. Well, i've no idea if i should work or not as i'm kinda lazy. Someone please tell me what am i suppose to do. Super duper big big sigh ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mind that is anxious about future events is miserable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3451597362590289963?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3451597362590289963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3451597362590289963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-just-spoilt-brat-give-me-sweets.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-7446651852864102887</id><published>2009-02-26T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:39:55.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Redic-dic-diculous-culous-culous !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got to know that I've got a project or whatever shit that is needed to be handed up to Chef Horst next week i guess. I find it damn shitty and I'm screaming out loud ! I was told that he's give it to Dr Chua with our names on it. Well, it is the want of diligence, rather than the want of means, that causes most failures.&lt;br /&gt;Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortunes; but great minds rise above them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Hopefully I'm the one of them ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-7446651852864102887?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7446651852864102887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7446651852864102887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/02/redic-dic-diculous-culous-culous-just.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8008115196770180119</id><published>2009-02-25T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:11:39.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Failure is blindness to the strategic element in events; success is readiness for instant action when the opportune moment arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rely on your own strength of body and soul. Take for your star self-reliance, faith, honesty and industry. Don't take too much advice — keep at the helm and steer your own ship, and remember that the great art of commanding is to take a fair share of the work. Fire above the mark you intend to hit. Energy, invincible determination with the right motive, are the levers that move the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague.Who shall say where one ends,and the other begins?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I hope to enjoy life; and i know i will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-8008115196770180119?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8008115196770180119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8008115196770180119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/02/failure-is-blindness-to-strategic.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-7133417487379207930</id><published>2009-02-24T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:01:36.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LAUGHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LIKE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PERSON&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;But i wonder why am i still in such a mess. Stress is killing real hard and making the colour of my life fade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;What happen to my colourful life ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself. Live your life to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-7133417487379207930?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7133417487379207930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7133417487379207930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-laughing-like-crazy-person-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-6266362693653455920</id><published>2009-02-22T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:52:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRESS KILLS !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHERYL HATES BEING STRESS. SWEETS AND CHOCOLATES ARE BEING NEEDED. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-6266362693653455920?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6266362693653455920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6266362693653455920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2009/02/stress-kills.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3273381643070545692</id><published>2008-12-18T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:19:52.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SUpuiLGP59I/AAAAAAAAAgk/1Nh8E6UpAF8/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281155046418933714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SUpuiLGP59I/AAAAAAAAAgk/1Nh8E6UpAF8/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I MISS YOU SILLY BOY !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Silly Boy, Can you please come back now ? I'm missing you like one small kid crying for mummy. And it's only like the 2nd day since you left. I really can't wait till 25th Dec ! I want Ice-creams, sweets and chocolates ! So please hurry get back and accompany buy those yummy food . Silly boy, do you know how it feels to sleep without story ? I'm trying my best to sleep. But i can't. I just need your stories. I want my bedtime story everynight. I just can't believe that you're not gonna tell me any bedtime story for like a week or so ! How am i gonna sleep ? This feeling is horrible. I need story my silly boy. Sigh. Don't you know how much i miss you ? Whenever i'm working i keep thinking of you. Every night i've been wondering how am i gonna sleep without your story ? I really don't know how am i gonna sleep without a story. What can i do ? And boy, you won't be able to wake me up starting from tomorrow onwards. No more wake up call from you till you're back. How am i gonna get up my boy ? I'm working morning shift tomorrow till next week. How ? :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daddy, please hurry get the prepaid card for me. I wanna call and sms my silly boy till he's back. And when he's back, i'll pass the card to my brother as his girlfriend is going to Hong Kong till next year jan 2nd. So please please hurry up get the card for me. LOVE LOVE ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Silly boy, i love you many many and i miss you many many too. (:&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/11820090-3273381643070545692?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3273381643070545692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3273381643070545692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you-silly-boy-silly-boy-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SUpuiLGP59I/AAAAAAAAAgk/1Nh8E6UpAF8/s72-c/IMG_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-4396120635062999106</id><published>2008-10-26T21:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:54:04.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a little part of my cousin's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will upload more when i get the rest of the pictures. (:&lt;br /&gt;18/10/08 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRwtIXiN4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/p_-pWS4-dXU/s1600-h/IMG_8436a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261454185318201218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRwtIXiN4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/p_-pWS4-dXU/s320/IMG_8436a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRwtj6RgEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QK8BjQZlTWU/s1600-h/IMG_9029a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261454192711663682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRwtj6RgEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QK8BjQZlTWU/s320/IMG_9029a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRwtostqlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/sJ3vDlMoPS4/s1600-h/IMG_8215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261454193996966482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRwtostqlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/sJ3vDlMoPS4/s320/IMG_8215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261454205340189474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRwuS9JgyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/YIuRX02gclY/s320/IMG_8355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRwu0PDF0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/KsHcO2t-aB4/s1600-h/IMG_8562a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261454214273636162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRwu0PDF0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/KsHcO2t-aB4/s320/IMG_8562a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRy5BBgsBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/n_Y83F-_HMA/s1600-h/IMG_8821a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261456588528463890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRy5BBgsBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/n_Y83F-_HMA/s320/IMG_8821a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRy5U_HiEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S76AwkhTcaE/s1600-h/IMG_8491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261456593887135810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRy5U_HiEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S76AwkhTcaE/s320/IMG_8491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRy5fhGeOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_tPxMhdb-Hw/s1600-h/IMG_8597a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261456596714027234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRy5fhGeOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_tPxMhdb-Hw/s320/IMG_8597a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRy6rz1LiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/m8qrCLeUaFs/s1600-h/IMG_9293a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261456617193680418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRy6rz1LiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/m8qrCLeUaFs/s320/IMG_9293a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRy7GqXX9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/1bFVLzo7yz0/s1600-h/IMG_9605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261456624401735634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRy7GqXX9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/1bFVLzo7yz0/s320/IMG_9605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQR045hz9wI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uJrcy2h90J4/s1600-h/IMG_9540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261458785539716866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQR045hz9wI/AAAAAAAAAXM/uJrcy2h90J4/s320/IMG_9540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQR1ST6hGYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IXI7M8ZDqe4/s1600-h/IMG_9864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261459222119389570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQR1ST6hGYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IXI7M8ZDqe4/s320/IMG_9864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll upload the rest once i get the pictures. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-4396120635062999106?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4396120635062999106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4396120635062999106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-little-part-of-my-cousins-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SQRwtIXiN4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/p_-pWS4-dXU/s72-c/IMG_8436a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-4841382432234452602</id><published>2008-10-12T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:37:51.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SPIm9L8Gx6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/d0ls3rABEaQ/s1600-h/Sweetie210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306547713558434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SPIm9L8Gx6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/d0ls3rABEaQ/s320/Sweetie210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; One life, One chance.  Live to the fullest ! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i didn't blog for days or weeks; I've been busy working and working and working. Busy storing information that is related to Charcoal into my brain. I'm trying my best for remember every single thing that is being passed down from the previous SFTs. So much more to learn and remember. I even spend time reading the menu and stuffs. And that's the reason why i didn't update for days or weeks. And worse of all, i've been so busy that i don't really have time to sleep, meet my boyfriend, meet my darlings and shopping etc. Well, i'm falling sick or lets say, i'm already sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, got a chance to meet up with Daddy love, Mummy love, Shat, Patricia and Sister love. Thanks to me for waking up late, the meeting time was pushed back by 1 hour. Haha ! Well, thanks to daddy love and mummy love for picking me up as daddy love drive on that day. A big thanks to both of you for driving all the way down to tampines to pick me up. Haha ! The 6 of us had our lunch at Swensens ! Yummy food ! But the dessert was horrible ! I want chocolate ice cream ! I keep complaining to Daddy love that i want chocolate ice cream. And he claim that i'm like a small kid. Well, i'm not a small kid. I'm like 17 and not 7. Haha ! (: After lunch, walked around and planned to catch a movie. Well, Daddy and Mummy didn't tag along as both of them want to have a "private" date ? Hmms, Gordon and Jordon came to meet us and watched movie with us. Finally got to see my boyfriend ! So wonderful. (:&lt;br /&gt;*Will update the photos when i get them from SHAT ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did i mention about the DHM students ? The ones that are having their outlet attachment right now ? Well, they are killing me at times. I really don't know how to say about it. The service, their teamwork etc. Really can't make it. Guess they need time to learn. But it have been the 2nd week and tomorrow will be the 3rd week. Hopefully they will be better. Seriously, i do HOPE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon Goh, my loving boyfriend. I'm sorry that i've been busy lately. And i really do miss you badly. Well, i'm still jealous over that HAMSTER FOOD ! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and i miss you real lots.&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/11820090-4841382432234452602?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4841382432234452602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4841382432234452602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/10/reason-why-i-didnt-blog-for-days-or.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SPIm9L8Gx6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/d0ls3rABEaQ/s72-c/Sweetie210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-4217994825410602256</id><published>2008-09-28T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:35:15.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251111425088434722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SN-yBQBkMiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8B_4FEdX7lw/s320/Image31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday, i had lunch with my mummy and sister. One of my aunt tagged along with us. Had a super late lunch at a Thai restaurant. Lunch was super nice that i ate alot. Well, you guys must be wondering how much is my alot. Well, maybe to you guys it's little but to me it's a alot ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Shopped awhile and went off to meet boyfriend. Well, i'm so sorry that i'm late. I'm really sorry. Accompany him eat. As in he eat and not me. Cause i was like super full. (: Walk and sit. All i can say is that the F1 was super duper noisy ! Anyway, i miss him so much and finally we met. Well, I love Gordon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today not much happen. Just super tired. Everyone is watching the F1 on tv. And it's noisy. Well, you guys have the vip passes. Why can't you guys go there ?! Well, there are 2 racer named Felipe Massa and Kimi Raikkonen the driver for Ferrari Team . I love their kart/car. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the Tv, chatted with Deva online. He asked me why i never get into rosette and i don't know how to answer him. Cause how on earth would i know. I also can't choose where i wanna be. If i'm able to choose, i'll choose Rosette. Well, he told me that each shift there will be like 17 students ! Well Deva, i'm doing mid shift tomorrow. So i'm like see double of what you're seeing tomorrow ! He keep saying that it's impossible for me to be fierce. I can be fierce. Why no one believe that i can ? Haha ! Guess all of you know that i don't get angry easily but that doesn't mean that i can't be fierce right ? Anyway, we'll see how. Maybe i'm not those fierce type. Or maybe i can be fierce ? (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gordon Goh, i'm missing you right now. And you reply my msg so slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, i love you boy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-4217994825410602256?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4217994825410602256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4217994825410602256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/09/she.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SN-yBQBkMiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8B_4FEdX7lw/s72-c/Image31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1629531224859068569</id><published>2008-09-27T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:40:54.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNzPQVuzsKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/i6I8f7JIvQc/s1600-h/PIC_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250299145225482402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNzPQVuzsKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/i6I8f7JIvQc/s320/PIC_0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks to my 2 helpers. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, the 8 of us as in the SFTs know where we are being attached to. Zixun, Deva and Anthony will be at Rosette, Zhen Wen and Irish will be at Banquet and lastly, Darren, Helen and Me will be at Charcoal. Well, All i can say is goodbye my 2 helpers (Zixun and Deva) ! Whenever i'm have some problems, both of you will solve it for me. Although i'm not being attached to the same outlet as both of you, i'll still look for you guys for help when i need someone to solve the problem. Haha ! Anyway, i wasn't that happy to get attached to Charcoal. Charcoal's look alike is the Fish Tank ! Well, as what May Ho said, we're always on show. Charcoal is like forever on show. No where to hide or what ! Most of all, i don't really like one of the trainer there. But well, got to get use to it. I'll be doing Mid Shift on Monday ! I'll try my best to LOVE/LIKE Charcoal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've not meet up my super nice boyfriend for days ! And i'm missing him badly ! I love him like kids love their parents. Well, i really do wanna meet up with you but recently things just got into our way. I've got family gathering, friend's birthday, friends calling out for shopping/tanning/drinking and stuff. Well, boyfriend, you're not forgotten alright. I'll find more time for you and i meant MORE time. (: LOVES ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Sorry to those who wanna see his photo. I don't have his photo, so yar ! Go view his blog instead. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos that are kinda long/old;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SN0O51PJ97I/AAAAAAAAAVE/sfllQz3nH9g/s1600-h/PIC_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369127289845682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SN0O51PJ97I/AAAAAAAAAVE/sfllQz3nH9g/s320/PIC_0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Deva ! His eyes are super good that no matter how the sun shines he still can open his eyes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SN0O6R8e7MI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Yn6TXs66oQA/s1600-h/PIC_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369134996155586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SN0O6R8e7MI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Yn6TXs66oQA/s320/PIC_0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zixun(Yeye) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SN0O6ZpeDII/AAAAAAAAAVU/6S_oaA34LDE/s1600-h/PIC_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369137063890050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SN0O6ZpeDII/AAAAAAAAAVU/6S_oaA34LDE/s320/PIC_0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please look at the guy with his pants down ! He's Darren the upcoming SFT at Charcoal !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SN0O6mBqe1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/28B2N84cSGM/s1600-h/PIC_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369140386593618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SN0O6mBqe1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/28B2N84cSGM/s320/PIC_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guest information groups ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-1629531224859068569?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1629531224859068569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1629531224859068569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-to-my-2-helpers.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNzPQVuzsKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/i6I8f7JIvQc/s72-c/PIC_0710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-9024141834401251805</id><published>2008-09-24T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:03:13.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpFY43tEiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JYicM7_vPzc/s1600-h/gamergirl_apr2008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249584609538937378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpFY43tEiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JYicM7_vPzc/s320/gamergirl_apr2008_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smile ! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Alright ! I'm done helping my super nice boyfriend update his blog. Well, i know i'm kind ! (:&lt;br /&gt;On monday i woke up super early even though it was my off day. Accompany my mummy to SGH for check up. My daddy and brother tagged along with us. After the super long check up, we headed down to get some junk food. You know, chocolates, ice creams and chips. Ate those snacks in the car while we're on the way to pick my sister up from school. Well, i admit that i almost forget about my sister cause my mind was filled up with the word shopping shopping shopping ! Waited for her awhile and yes, finally her school ends ! When off for late lunch nearby her school. The noodle was like super duper yummy ! After lunch we went off to shop ! Went to marina square ! And first stop was Zara. And yes, we never came out empty handed ! Instead, we came out full of stuff ! Bought alot of things and i meant super lots ! Topshop was next, after which, warehouse and then bebe. Well, didn't came out empty handed too. All i can say is that we never ever came out empty handed. And i miss my boyfriend badly on that day. As we didn't meet for like 2 or 3 days. Well, we met up yesterday and now i'm still missing him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpFZDqg4AI/AAAAAAAAAUs/U_0w3BGfFPA/s1600-h/DSC04484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249584612436402178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpFZDqg4AI/AAAAAAAAAUs/U_0w3BGfFPA/s320/DSC04484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phebe Goh ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpFYSbU_PI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tSSkGKsRGnc/s1600-h/Image0501ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249584599219371250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpFYSbU_PI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tSSkGKsRGnc/s320/Image0501ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpEkzI7hhI/AAAAAAAAATs/vEUJNWcfbv4/s1600-h/DSC04788ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249583714647377426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpEkzI7hhI/AAAAAAAAATs/vEUJNWcfbv4/s320/DSC04788ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpElYx_83I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Um4ppsqcS6M/s1600-h/DSC04786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249583724751745906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpElYx_83I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Um4ppsqcS6M/s320/DSC04786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpElkV_jpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PgW6Kmr9djc/s1600-h/DSC04790ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249583727855505042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpElkV_jpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PgW6Kmr9djc/s320/DSC04790ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpElnr_atI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QYneOO-d_jA/s1600-h/DSC04793ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249583728753076946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpElnr_atI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QYneOO-d_jA/s320/DSC04793ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpEl3MR7aI/AAAAAAAAAUM/VLppLL9Q0yg/s1600-h/DSC04794ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249583732915039650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpEl3MR7aI/AAAAAAAAAUM/VLppLL9Q0yg/s320/DSC04794ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpFY6iXEgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/wszO5QAuvOY/s1600-h/Image0504ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249584609986286082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpFY6iXEgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/wszO5QAuvOY/s320/Image0504ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpF-ESw7TI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cNEWH3I8tBk/s1600-h/DSC04795ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249585248260386098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpF-ESw7TI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cNEWH3I8tBk/s320/DSC04795ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-9024141834401251805?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/9024141834401251805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/9024141834401251805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-smile-alright-im-done-helping-my.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNpFY43tEiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JYicM7_vPzc/s72-c/gamergirl_apr2008_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1044217994846561903</id><published>2008-09-17T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:55:44.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNEg7ng4cDI/AAAAAAAAATk/sQkaU5LOLUM/s1600-h/28838514828024led.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247011249454608434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNEg7ng4cDI/AAAAAAAAATk/sQkaU5LOLUM/s320/28838514828024led.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFSAG !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, recently i've been having some kind of attitude problem. I've been a bad girl recently. As everyone know, i hate vulgarity a lot ! And i mean REAL LOT ! And i wonder why am i using vulgarity at times recently. Seriously, i feel like slapping myself when i use those words. I hate myself so much whenever i say those words. Gordon, please scold me when i use or going to use those words. I'm so not me recently. I'm so sorry to those that i've given my attitude to. I'm really sorry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At times, i just hate going to work. But the thought of my super duper hyper crazy nice friends, i've got to go to work. As for today, i had a super bad headache early in the morning. I even thought of taking MC. But ended up going to work. As usual, i'm late again and it's like my 3rd or 4th time being late. I reach Charcoal after the briefing ! I even ignore the trainer when he ask what's my name or whatsoever. I just walked away. Can't be bothered about him. And yes, it's my attitude problem ! That's so unlike me alright. Cause i don't have any attitude problems at all. But recently i did have attitude problem and it's a real bad thing. Well, i promise it won't happen again? Give me time alright. I guess i've got not enough sleep and having some weird problem recently. After this week, everything will be back to normal. No more attitude problem. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Boyfriend is like super duper good to me. He sent me home recently even though i know he is tired and just won't want to say it out. Keep saying not really or not tired but actually you are. Next, i promise boyfriend that i'll listen to him. I'll take my meals daily. Sleep early everyday. Don't play so much games and love you more than piglet. Haha ! Well, boyfriend, i'm sorry that i've given you attitude recently. I'm really sorry about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As you know, i love you boy ! I REALLY DO ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I LOVE GORDON GOH ! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-1044217994846561903?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1044217994846561903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1044217994846561903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/09/omfsag-well-recently-ive-been-having.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SNEg7ng4cDI/AAAAAAAAATk/sQkaU5LOLUM/s72-c/28838514828024led.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1808584524893633264</id><published>2008-09-14T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:20:22.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SM0hV97VoBI/AAAAAAAAATc/NDxx85hDPZQ/s1600-h/Image0379ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245885802240909330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SM0hV97VoBI/AAAAAAAAATc/NDxx85hDPZQ/s320/Image0379ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVES ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've not update for like days or maybe a week ? It's gonna be my last week at Charcoal and i just can't wait ! I'm having holiday mood right now and i know it's too fast to have the mood but who cares ! I love the mood i'm in right now. All i know is holiday holiday. Anyway, Shabri have a new nick name give by my mother Noreen. And his new nick name is MURUKU ! He's my grandfather ! MURUKU family ! (:  Outside of the family, Shabri and me are SHAT ! Shat No. 1 and Shat No. 2 ! You know, we're twins ! (:   Full of laughter over at charcoal. Lots of joy in charcoal only when Shabri is around. HAHA ! We keep playing around and i keep asking shabri this "Eh, Shat ! I see your cousins but i couldn't find you. Where on earth are you ?!" and i love saying this "OMFSAG ! You this Shat ! " (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, Gordon have been fetching me from work ? After that headed to Mac with Joey and her Bf for like 2 nights already ? Gordon Gordon Gordon, thanks for everything ! And i meant EVERYTHING !  I really do appreciate it real lot ! (:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I love monster . (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-1808584524893633264?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1808584524893633264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1808584524893633264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/09/loves-ive-not-update-for-like-days-or.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SM0hV97VoBI/AAAAAAAAATc/NDxx85hDPZQ/s72-c/Image0379ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-7555114071295837771</id><published>2008-09-10T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:17:21.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;GORDON IS MONSTER, MONSTER IS GORDON ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gordon is Mr. Cheat, Mr. Cheat is Gordon ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life in Charcoal makes me go crazy. Having Shabri in the same shift as me makes me laugh till i sit on the floor. How i wish shabri and me could like go banquet. But that's impossible. Cause shabri and i CANNOT be together. Once we get together, that's it. No work is done but people joining in the funny and laugh like some mad people. Shabri and me are like BEST SHAT for laughing non-stop. Cracking all those lame stupid jokes. We could just laugh for nothing most of the times.  BUT, laughing is good for health. (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, work with us and you'll know how it feels like to be in the same shift as us. (:&lt;br /&gt;Counting down, 1 more week to go. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm staring out at the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Praying that he will walk in my life&lt;br /&gt;Where is the man of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll wait forever, how silly it seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-7555114071295837771?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7555114071295837771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7555114071295837771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/09/gordon-is-monster-monster-is-gordon.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-369611542073336330</id><published>2008-09-02T22:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:54:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHARCOAL CHARCOAL ! SIGH ! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't take it any more. I don't like the life at charcoal. Just imagine me not smiling for like days ? I'm just not myself. I feel so weird at charcoal. Life without a smile kills ! Sigh ! Every single day i just feel like crying. And i don't know why. I'm feeling weird and a little emo ? SIGH ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-369611542073336330?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/369611542073336330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/369611542073336330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/09/charcoal-charcoal-sigh-i-cant-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2666039068183653482</id><published>2008-09-01T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:19:44.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today is the first day working at Charcoal. And i didn't know how to get there ! So, Gordon met me at Cityhall MRT and brought me there before going back to school/work. He's such a nice guy ! &lt;strong&gt;Thank you Gordon ! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, Noreen was so right about one most important thing ! Working at Charcoal, you can't smile at all ! Her first day at Charcoal she didn't smile for like 30 mins. As for me, i didn't smile for like the whole day ?! Unable to smile. Can't even force myself to smile. There isn't much thing to do and it's super boring. We have got to like self entertain. And first day of work, i'm like so blur and met a horrible custormer. HORRIBLE ! But i'm happy that i'm able to see Shat No.1, Pat and Alvin. I miss talking "SHAT" with Shat No.1 ( Shabri) ! I made him laugh non-stop whenever he sees me. And i'll laugh non-stop over and over again. This is what he say, " I can't live like with Cheryl around ! Keep laughing non-stop till i can get heart attack." (:&lt;br /&gt;He has SO CALL "heart problem" (: We self entertain oursleves ! How i wish i could get out of Charcoal ? Well, it's the first day only so all i got to do is hope that tomorrow will be better . SIGH !&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Seow Wei on friday ! YES ! She MIA for like months ! And I miss her so much !&lt;br /&gt;She's my babe ! And i love her .  So, Seow Wei you better text me more ! Don't text till you forget about me ! Love me more than Jeremy ! I'm better than him ! HAHA ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoM2GTJFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vOQ06xhWsvI/s1600-h/29082008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241037898753713234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoM2GTJFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vOQ06xhWsvI/s320/29082008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoNLkXQVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vL7yomWWzxs/s1600-h/29082008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241037904516956498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoNLkXQVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vL7yomWWzxs/s320/29082008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoNBYXKdI/AAAAAAAAATE/qwz7QkMADss/s1600-h/29082008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241037901782264274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoNBYXKdI/AAAAAAAAATE/qwz7QkMADss/s320/29082008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoNWqLQ_I/AAAAAAAAATM/AyR2JLw0htU/s1600-h/at+marina+sq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241037907494126578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoNWqLQ_I/AAAAAAAAATM/AyR2JLw0htU/s320/at+marina+sq.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoNhdn41I/AAAAAAAAATU/MqxoddYOlRw/s1600-h/at+taka+toys+store.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241037910394266450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoNhdn41I/AAAAAAAAATU/MqxoddYOlRw/s320/at+taka+toys+store.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-2666039068183653482?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2666039068183653482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2666039068183653482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-today-is-first-day-working-at.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLvoM2GTJFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vOQ06xhWsvI/s72-c/29082008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-5046778997465493285</id><published>2008-08-28T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:48:17.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLZdEu5RNbI/AAAAAAAAASs/_dmsFXhFrFI/s1600-h/Image0374ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239477552381244850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLZdEu5RNbI/AAAAAAAAASs/_dmsFXhFrFI/s320/Image0374ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SMILES. LAUGHTER. MY LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My wonderful off day soon gonna be over. And i meant real soon. I'm missing those time when i'm able to sleep late, wake up late. And meet up with friends as and when i like. Shop till i drop. Those time are wonderful. Seems to be the lifestyle of a princess. I miss my princess lifestyle. Anyway, good news. I've like stopped going for night parties. I guess it doesn't sounds like me at all but yes, i've stopped going. (: It have been raining for days and finally a little sunshine today ! I seriously miss the sun ! I miss having trainings under the sun ! I LOVE SUNSHINE ! Sentosa soon for all my sunshine babes ! I'm a little bored this morning so i talked to a cantankerous person which is my brother. HAHA ! We love disturbing each other. If we don't quarrel or disturb each other for a day, pigs are able to fly real high. And teddy bears will starts to roar. (: Alright, i guess i don't understand what i'm saying so just ignore that silly part of it. I'm staring at the ice cream for like more then an hour and trying to stop myself from thinking about it. I'm sick and i can't take ice cream. Hmms. i'm recovering so i guess a little bit of ice cream won't harm ? SMILES ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want ice cream ! I want chocolates ! I want meiji milk ! I want piglet ! I want care bears !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WANT EVERYTHING NICE ! :D Out of the sudden, i feel like going for a swim and jog? I feel like playing beach volleyball. I miss the beach ! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHERYL LOVE TO SMILE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/11820090-5046778997465493285?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5046778997465493285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5046778997465493285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/08/smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLZdEu5RNbI/AAAAAAAAASs/_dmsFXhFrFI/s72-c/Image0374ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1495465834130552435</id><published>2008-08-27T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:50:12.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLUs7m2rLVI/AAAAAAAAASk/WAvWcjr-d8E/s1600-h/DSC04503ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239143144069213522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLUs7m2rLVI/AAAAAAAAASk/WAvWcjr-d8E/s320/DSC04503ed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE TO SMILE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes real fast. 1 more month and off for 6 months attachment. I can't wait till the last week of Sept. As the so call attach thingy will be out. 8 of us are dying to know where we're post to. None of us like banquet and we have been cursing each other to get banquet. (:    I can't wait to know where i'm being attach to ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is a real bad month for jazmin, joey and me. It's seems to be the highest rate of breaking month. Lots of chances being given. Lots of misunderstandings. Worse of all, lots of quarrels. As for me, my life goes on. I feel so much more happier. Lots of laughter and smiles. I love what i am right now. As i'm myself and not someone i don't know. I love my lifestyle real lots. My life is full of laughter. Friends around me are great. Seems like i've found myself back again. I'm CHERYL YEO and not the Cheryl Yeo that is being control or leading a weird lifestyle which she doesn't like. (:        I've failed my overall, told my parent and they are disappointed. I'm so sorry that i've disappoint both of you. I know i didn't study real hard. I'm sorry for partying all weekends and never even bother studying. I really regret for not studying. I've made up my plans and i've told both of you. And i'm happy that both of you still support me in it. I won't disappoint both of you again. I love my daddy and mummy.  (:&lt;br /&gt;And thank you monster/cheat, for brightening up my day whenever i'm down. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-1495465834130552435?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1495465834130552435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1495465834130552435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-to-smile-time-passes-real-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLUs7m2rLVI/AAAAAAAAASk/WAvWcjr-d8E/s72-c/DSC04503ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-585482304635264554</id><published>2008-08-26T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:29:41.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE !&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/11820090-585482304635264554?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/585482304635264554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/585482304635264554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-leave-me-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3129599133554288954</id><published>2008-08-26T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:30:05.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLUsMTWXtJI/AAAAAAAAASc/vL_59xQfvX0/s1600-h/Sweetie1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239142331379594386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLUsMTWXtJI/AAAAAAAAASc/vL_59xQfvX0/s320/Sweetie1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trust is a very important for all relationship.&lt;br /&gt;When trust is broken, it's the end of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of trust leads to suspicion,&lt;br /&gt;suspicion generates anger,&lt;br /&gt;anger cause enmity, enmity may result to separation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3129599133554288954?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3129599133554288954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3129599133554288954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/08/leave-me-alone-please.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SLUsMTWXtJI/AAAAAAAAASc/vL_59xQfvX0/s72-c/Sweetie1444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1805547477786231744</id><published>2008-08-24T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:23:26.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over and i'm moving on ! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-1805547477786231744?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1805547477786231744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1805547477786231744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-over-and-im-moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-5374563409029756142</id><published>2008-08-08T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:13:40.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sick of all those quarrels. Sick of waiting at times. Sick of all those last minute changes. Sometime i just keep thinking, am i expecting alot from you ? Even if i do, i'm sorry cause i'm not use to the way you treat me. I'm so used to how jason treats me. Whenever i need him, he will always be here. No last minute of changes. No waiting of msg or calls. No quarrels as he always give in to me. But that's the past. Now, the way you treat me seems so unfamiliar, not use to it. Feel weird. I don't know. And at times, i don't even know what the hell are you thinking! You don't express it out. But when you really do express it out, how you ever give a thought to my feelings ? Not only you that feel so stress up or pissed. You just don't know how much i've suffered. How many time must i cry till you understand? FREAK FREAK FREAK ! I'm sick of everything ! All seems to fall apart. Times and times when i need you, were you here for me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;STANLEY TEO WEI LOON ! HOW MUCH MORE MUST I SUFFER? HOW MUCH MORE MUST I DO TO MAKE YOU HAPPY? WHAT CAN I DO OR WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT? WHEN YOU ARE SAD OR WHAT SO EVER, DO YOU EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME?&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T READ YOUR MIND. I CAN'T SEE WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT. I CAN'T SOLVE THOSE DIFFICULT PROBLEMS. BUT AT LEAST SHARE IT WITH ME RIGHT ! AT LEAST YOU FEEL FREAKING MUCH BETTER AND YOU WON'T GET SO PISSED EASILY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-5374563409029756142?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5374563409029756142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5374563409029756142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sick-of-all-those-quarrels.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1915830628217567264</id><published>2008-07-26T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:54:54.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got nothing to say. The way you treat me and the way you care for me are totally different. It seems like you've change. Easily mood swing lately. And i wonder why. Everything seems to change. Your mood and the way you're treating me. I admit that you do care for me real lots. But the way you treat me seems a little cold or maybe strange? I don't know. Just weird.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time i don't know what you're thinking. How i hope that you could have just let me know what you're thinking and stop all the mood swings ? I don't like it when you're in a bad mood. Whenever you're in a bad mood, i don't even dare to talk to you nor sms you at all. I'm afraid we'll end up quarrelling? Even worse, maybe we'll scream at each other ? Sigh. I know that our shift is different. It's hard to meet up. Even if there's a little time, either one of us will feel tired after work. Hopefully we won't drift apart. I always wonder why do i have this feeling that we're drifting apart ? Or maybe we are drifting apart ? I don't know. This strange feeling makes me wonder and i hate it. Cause wondering may leads to misunderstanding or what so ever. I just don't like the feeling at all. Hate it ! Boy, you really know how to make me smile and laugh. But at times, you really do know how to piss me off, make me angry. And there's nothing i can do, but just keep it to myself ? Maybe i do show that i'm angry at times and i'm sorry if i do. You know, people do have their own limits. So do i. Sometime you've got too far that makes me so pissed that i've got nothing to say at all. And i don't even know what can i do. Giving you attitude doesn't solve the problem. Ignoring you doesn't help too. What can i do boy ? Other then keeping it to myself . There's so many things i want to let you know but do i have the time ? How am i going to say ? How must i put it so that it doesn't offense you or even myself ? There's so much thinking to do before telling you. Sigh. Times and times i just tell myself, tomorrow will be a better day for me and you. But is it a better day ? I don't know. Maybe it is or maybe it's not. No one knows what will happen in future, all i know that i don't wish to have any regrets in future. I want to have lots of laughter and smiles every single day. And that includes you boy. I want you to smile everyday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overall, i still love you my boy. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'm sick for days. Fever, sore throat and cough. Lately, there's so many people falling sick. Getting fever and etc. And i don't know why. Maybe it's the weather ? So people please do take care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boyfriend is doing midnight shift right now. So poor thing.  (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-1915830628217567264?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1915830628217567264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1915830628217567264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-got-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1764025715943580256</id><published>2008-07-25T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:18:37.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:68%;"&gt;I do love my boyfriend. But sometime things just got worse. I don't know what you're thinking at times. Sometime you're so weird that you could just ignore me the whole day. Worse of all, waiting for reply makes me feel so horrible. And i hate it. I hate waiting for so long and yet no reply. I hate it when you're in bad mood. I hate it when you have a sudden change. I hate to play mind games with you. I just don't know what you're thinking. But, you're wonderful. You're so caring and thoughtful. You appear to ignore me at times but actually you do care? You care for me and even stopped me from smoking. I admit i do smoke at times and ignore what you say. But after some thinking, i'm sorry about it. I'm trying my best to stop right now cause you said you don't like it. There's so much things i wanna tell you but i just don't know how to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy, i really do miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;Think about love, is I never saw it coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;You kinda crept up into me by surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;And now there’s a voice inside my heart that’s got me wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;Move in a little closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;Take it to a whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;Get just a litter louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;Say it again for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;Cause I love the way it feels when you are telling me that i’m the only one who blows your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;Say it again for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;It’s like the whole world starts to listen when you tell me you’re in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boy, you've brought the sun without the rain into my life. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVES.&lt;/span&gt;&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/11820090-1764025715943580256?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1764025715943580256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1764025715943580256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-do-love-my-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2310029484499784582</id><published>2008-07-17T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:34:17.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; HIM.&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/11820090-2310029484499784582?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2310029484499784582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2310029484499784582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-him.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-5265487602431207197</id><published>2008-06-27T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:24:28.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it falls, it falls real hard. When you wanna pick up, you will wonder where you should start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Can anyone tell me where should i start ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-5265487602431207197?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5265487602431207197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5265487602431207197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-it-falls-it-falls-real-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8430655298739439668</id><published>2008-06-25T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:47:48.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hard for me to face reality. Great grandfather is gone and yet i'm still tearing all night long to make myself sleep.  All i know that i've got to learn to face it and get over it. Times and times i kept reminding myself to cool down and face it. I'm learning how to stay strong over it. Seriously, i miss great grandfather alot. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and i hate the feeling of it. Flu, cough and sore throat is killing me. It seems like i'm gonna have fever. Hopefully, i don't cause i hate the feeling and i'll cry cause of the stupid feeling. Head spinning round round. It's so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for a drink like for 2 weeks already ? I'm such a good girl and i know i am. Jeff keep asking me not to go and drink. Cause he say it's a bad place. HAHA ! SILLY GUY ! Out of the sudden i miss VIVO IP team alot. Guess whenever i'm down, they are the ones that are there for me aways. And they are always here for me as a team. Hopefully i'm able to meet you guys up this week or so ? Hmms. attachment next week. I'll be at Sha Villa For like 5 or 4 weeks ? It's at summerset. FAR AWAY FROM HOME ! And i hate midnight shifts. I just have this weird feelings. SCARY !    )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-8430655298739439668?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8430655298739439668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8430655298739439668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-hard-for-me-to-face-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8253716067587160581</id><published>2008-06-15T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:24:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY GREAT GRANDFATHER !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying and missing him. Great Grandfather just passed away on Father's Day at around 10.20pm. I was with him the whole evening till then. I saw the heartbeat dropping etc. Kept crying and tried to wake him up to breath. He stopped breathing for about 5 times or more. When ever he stopped breathing i'll call him. Now that he's gone, my heart feels extra heavy. I really do love him and miss him alot. He's such a good great grandfather. In the past, he was so health and strong. I miss his smiles, laughters and everything. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Grandfather, rest in peace. And i love you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-8253716067587160581?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8253716067587160581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8253716067587160581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-my-great-grandfather-im-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3197706066613034794</id><published>2008-06-02T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:53:30.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can accept failure, but i cannot accept not trying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cheryl Yeo, don't give up on things that you didn't even try ! If you fail after trying, stand back up and try again. I'm sure you can do it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I never wanna regret any more. I cannot give up so easily without trying. One day, i'll prove to you that my love is real. Even though if i fail, at least i've try. without trying is a total failure. Cheers ! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a fool. My regrets were too late too. I know that it can't be turned back. I know that I can't see you too. I'm so sorry. I didn't get to say then, instead I was just being rotten. So I'm here now pleading for forgiveness with worry. Because of my pride I'm ruining myself with alcohol and the bitter taste of cigarette smoke. I cry my eyes out all day because I still love you. Don't be like that, think about it. Think about what it took us to get together. I can't live a moment without you. I still cry even no matter how I drink or if I cut myself. Your smile always makes me smile. When I'm down your smile becomes my strength. I'm thinking about you whether I'm standing or sitting. I'm thinking about you no matter where I go. WAITING FOR YOU.&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/11820090-3197706066613034794?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3197706066613034794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3197706066613034794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-can-accept-failure-but-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-401942019916127217</id><published>2008-06-01T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:46:00.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i've got like just a little time to blog a little. I was super busy for the past few days/weeks. Lots of bad times. I meant real lots. But we've put that aside and everything is back to normal. Time to study real hard for the upcoming tests and exams. As i've flunk every single tests. I must keep telling myself that i've got to study study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;STUDY HARD ! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Times and times i keep telling myself not to think about it or even over it. I just don't understand why. There's lots of why in my mind. I wonder. I really do wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You just popped out and i miss you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why are you doing this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why must you be like this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why is this happening ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why did this happen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do i even bother about it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why i care about it so much till tears roll down ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why must i care about you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do i even tear for you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do i think about it time and times ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why i can't forget about everything ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do i fall for a person like you ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do i have sleepless night ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i miss you so ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why am i so silly to wait for you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Best of all, why did i love you in the first place ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder why are you treating me like this .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder what make me wait for you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder what makes me fall for you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder what makes me love you so .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder if you know that you are the one that i think every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder why is this happening to me . I feel so silly and stupid. I'm such a fool that is being played by you. All those times when we're together are wonderful and now, i wonder how wonderful was those times. That makes me wonderfully broken. Sometime you just don't understand how i feels and you don't even know that i've tear so much for you every night. I miss you badly and you don't even know. You just left me hanging alone all by myself with you being beside me. Times and times i wished you were here but you ain't here for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cheryl, you're a stupid silly girl who falls into his trap. He's a jerk that don't even bother about you. He can just forget about it and go for another. He's not the right one but why are you still waiting for him ? Knowing that it's impossible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's JUNE ! And Click Five is in Singapore ! I love Click Five. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 6 June - SAFTI&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 7 June - Celebrate me and ammie's birthday in advance.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 9 June - Ammie's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday, 11 June - Practical Test (important ! I don't wanna pay to re take ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 11 June - Jason's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 12 June - My birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 13 June - My sister's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;14 - 22 June - Friends birthdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-401942019916127217?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/401942019916127217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/401942019916127217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-ive-got-like-just-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-7336551717824241000</id><published>2008-05-26T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:59:02.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDrPYkuT0GI/AAAAAAAAASU/QWLicHPR9hg/s1600-h/Sweetie172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204700340461752418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDrPYkuT0GI/AAAAAAAAASU/QWLicHPR9hg/s320/Sweetie172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'M SLEEPY AND TIRED !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday and i'm seriously do hate it cause i've got school while other kids, childrens and teenagers are happily enjoying their holidays. I envy them lots ! How i wish i could just act blur not knowing that i've got no June holidays. And just enjoy my holidays like others. I TOTALLY WISH I COULD ! But NAHS ! I can't cause exams or lets say tests are getting nearer. And the knowledge that i have right now isn't enough so study says it all. Trying my best to study and pay attention during lectures. I did try my best not to sleep and i'm proud to say that i made it. Sometimes only. Haha. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've flunk my F&amp;amp;B and not only that, i've also flunk my Art Of Service. When i got back my AOS paper, i got shock. I actually got a few answers correct when i didn't even know that there's AOS paper at all till i stepped into the school. I admit that i didn't study nor read through the book/notes. I swear that i didn't even know there's AOS paper. Although i flunk my AOS, at least i've got some correct and i'll study harder. Cause i know what's my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHERYL YEO ! PLEASE STUDY HARDER ! ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had the SFT interview. What i can say is that i've tried my best to answer all the questions that Mr David Chan have asked. Most of the time it was him who do the talking cause he was telling me the roles of SFT and keep telling me that it's a tough job. But it's okies for me. I'm willing to take up all types of duties. HAHA ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;And lucks to the rest who went for the interview too. Although it's too late to say it now but that was what i wanted to tell you guys this afternoon. I didn't have time cause i was like rushing. As i've got something on after the lectures. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've yet to upload the photos taken on Saturday. I'll upload real soon. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHERYL YEO, PLEASE STUDY HARDER FOR THE UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS ! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL YEO, PLEASE STUDY HARDER FOR THE UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL YEO, PLEASE STUDY HARDER FOR THE UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL YEO, PLEASE STUDY HARDER FOR THE UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL YEO, PLEASE STUDY HARDER FOR THE UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL YEO, PLEASE STUDY HARDER FOR THE UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL YEO, PLEASE STUDY HARDER FOR THE UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL YEO, PLEASE STUDY HARDER FOR THE UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL YEO, PLEASE STUDY HARDER FOR THE UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL YEO, PLEASE STUDY HARDER FOR THE UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS !&lt;/strong&gt; ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I'm missing you like a kids loves their mummies.&lt;/em&gt;&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/11820090-7336551717824241000?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7336551717824241000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7336551717824241000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sleepy-and-tired-its-monday-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDrPYkuT0GI/AAAAAAAAASU/QWLicHPR9hg/s72-c/Sweetie172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8346610708868821166</id><published>2008-05-24T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:58:25.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, it seems like no matter how much i try to stop myself. It doesn't works at all ! Yesterday after school went home. Bathe and got ready to go out. Went to meet a Friend of mine. The last time we met up was like months ago. Miss her alot. We went to town to shop. I was looking for dress, shoes, bags, tops, skirt etc. Manage to get the dress only. But guess it's okies. I'll shop real soon and i hope it's on Sunday. Gonna go for a swim with my family. So hopefully after swimming it will be shopping. Pray real hard. HAHA ! Even if i don't shop on Sunday, theres still Monday to the next Sunday for me. No ending for shopping. I love shopping like small kids love their mummies. Anyway, after shopping at town, i went off to meet Darren for late dinner with his friends. Had dinner at Hong Kong Cafe. Wonderful dinner and lots of rubbish talking and laughter. After dinner went off to Rabbar. I played the dice dice game which is called bluff ? Played with 2 of Darren's friends and Darren's brother. And YES ! I lost lots of times and drank most of the time. After a few rounds and rounds of game, they went for a break. So me and 1 of Darren's friend played dice dice. Darren helped me and i won like 10 times in a row. After that another friend of his came to play so only me and his friend both of us played dice dice. I lose and lose and lose. So i've got to drink and drink and drink. But i won a few rounds. And lost most of the time. After a few more rounds of dice dice, i went off first. Cause i'm having photoshoot the next day. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm going off for my photoshoots already. After that going to the Yacht Club at west coast if i'm not wrong it's west coast. Haha ! I'm really bad at all those roads or what so ever. Hopefully everything goes well later. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREG (COUSIN) ! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-8346610708868821166?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8346610708868821166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8346610708868821166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/05/alright-it-seems-like-no-matter-how.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-5406790433503619105</id><published>2008-05-20T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:25:30.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder what happen to me today ? Feeling so mood less and maybe getting a little small gas. I don't know if it's because i'm having menses and my mood got bad ? Seriously i doubt it is because of that. Cause this never happen before. I don't know whats happening. Maybe i'm way too tired that's why ? I keep telling myself to cool down. What's worse is that i keep waking up in the middle of the night. I woke up maybe more than 3 times. And the feeling was horrible. So sleepy yet keep waking up. Mummy and sister woke me up at 6. I told them times and times that lesson starts late. My hand phone kept ringing and i find it noisy. Around 7+ Jason called. He say good luck for my test. And yes ! How does he know that i've got test today ? How does he even know that i didn't even study at all ? Maybe it's just me, cause i don't really study and don't really seems to bother if there's test. But this time i take it seriously. I really will study and work hard. Prove to all that i can make it through. Even though this isn't the course i really wanted, i'll still work hard for it. Sometime in life, you won't be able to get what you want. So i've got to accept it. Learn what i can and work hard for it to make a success. Some other people who wants to study but couldn't. So, i guess i'm the lucky ones that is able to study with the support of friends and family. Times and times i keep thinking of all the stupid rubbish thoughts. I really got to stop thinking about it and think positively. I know i was spoilt last time but this time no. Thinking about it make me feel bad and make me wonder if that's really me ? I just can't believe how spoilt i was in the past. But this time, i've learn lots of things and maybe have the willing to learn. I agree that i still have some stupidity childishness in me. I'm trying my best to change. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever i go out, i see sales ! Singapore is trying to say &lt;strong&gt;IT'S SHOPPING TIME !&lt;/strong&gt; And yes ! I really do need some shopping badly ! I'm so so so so stress and the only way to make me relax is shopping. I love shopping like small girls love to be vain. HAHA ! I'm saying rubbish. So ignore that part. I miss shopping with friends, darlings and best friend forever(besties). The only darling that i hardly meet up is SEOW WEI ! Darling ! When will you ever be free for some shopping, hang out or maybe some drinks ? I really do miss having dinner/supper with you. I've met Iris a few times and i'm still missing her like mad. Junjie, it have been years since i last met you ! Jason, met up a few times and you still love to speak rubbish that makes me laugh like mad at times ! WenYan and Michelle is being miss too. Miss working with both of you and chit chat till that idiot guy come and nag at us. Miss having supper, outing and Kbox with both of you too. That "big brother" WeiLun is being miss too. Seriously, without any quarrel with you, my life feel so boring cause you this small gas only know how to make those stupid actions and make the whole vivo team laugh. Carrie, Min Cheng, Fely,Jiahao,xinwen those group is being miss too. Though we hardly meet up, i bet all of you are still the same. Lots of jokes, rubbish and laughter. Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;MEET UP SOON !&lt;/strong&gt; Every single one of you ! Meet up soon ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;-i miss old vivo team. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Shan and Hui qing is going out on Thursday. She asked if i wanna go too. They are going to town. You know you know GUCCI ? GUCCI ! Yes yes yes ! I really do wanna join both of you. I pray that the stupid Guest Information Project is be done ASAP ! Wonder what project is that. Make us go around to hunt for whatever places ? And still got to take it photo with it. Find it silly but after some thinking, it's for my own good. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to work hard and really study. I'm also trying to tell myself that this week &lt;strong&gt;no drinking&lt;/strong&gt; for me. But i'll go next week. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYjeF_lAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Khe8GONiYtA/s1600-h/Image0335ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202458623451567106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYjeF_lAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Khe8GONiYtA/s320/Image0335ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYkOF_lBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WRXQoAz4fkc/s1600-h/Image0331ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202458636336469010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYkOF_lBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WRXQoAz4fkc/s320/Image0331ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYkeF_lCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9zMn3Vt_v58/s1600-h/Image0330ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202458640631436322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYkeF_lCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9zMn3Vt_v58/s320/Image0330ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's DirtyDucky and Beanbag. Names are given by Jonic(Jo). ((:&lt;br /&gt;Liling was the one that add in the dirty to my ducky. So it became dirty ducky. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYkuF_lDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/50lTQ-mBlko/s1600-h/Image0327ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202458644926403634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYkuF_lDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/50lTQ-mBlko/s320/Image0327ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYk-F_lEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zCxmfwhxdEU/s1600-h/DSC034521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202458649221370946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYk-F_lEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zCxmfwhxdEU/s320/DSC034521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch At Orchard Hotel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZTOF_lFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TJaKOT0bDA0/s1600-h/Image0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202459443790320722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZTOF_lFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TJaKOT0bDA0/s320/Image0262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZTeF_lGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jHyXtdcYaYQ/s1600-h/Image0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202459448085288034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZTeF_lGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jHyXtdcYaYQ/s320/Image0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZT-F_lHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Atd9L6sRQJ0/s1600-h/Image0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202459456675222642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZT-F_lHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Atd9L6sRQJ0/s320/Image0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZT-F_lII/AAAAAAAAARE/O4W8rmdl1t8/s1600-h/Image0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202459456675222658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZT-F_lII/AAAAAAAAARE/O4W8rmdl1t8/s320/Image0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZUOF_lJI/AAAAAAAAARM/HiwxstHcoTY/s1600-h/Image0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202459460970189970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZUOF_lJI/AAAAAAAAARM/HiwxstHcoTY/s320/Image0272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZ8OF_lKI/AAAAAAAAARU/TO8eYFwuw3E/s1600-h/Image0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202460148164957346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZ8OF_lKI/AAAAAAAAARU/TO8eYFwuw3E/s320/Image0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZ8eF_lLI/AAAAAAAAARc/4za0xAYCDfI/s1600-h/Image0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202460152459924658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZ8eF_lLI/AAAAAAAAARc/4za0xAYCDfI/s320/Image0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZ8eF_lMI/AAAAAAAAARk/NamUSXVWQ4I/s1600-h/Image0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202460152459924674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZ8eF_lMI/AAAAAAAAARk/NamUSXVWQ4I/s320/Image0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZ8eF_lNI/AAAAAAAAARs/qqiTivf7c5o/s1600-h/Image0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202460152459924690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZ8eF_lNI/AAAAAAAAARs/qqiTivf7c5o/s320/Image0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZ8-F_lOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JUQUjMTV1yU/s1600-h/Image0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202460161049859298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLZ8-F_lOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JUQUjMTV1yU/s320/Image0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We force our Youngest Uncle to do this ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLcWOF_lPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/I_Y90ZAM8J8/s1600-h/Image0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202462793864811762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLcWOF_lPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/I_Y90ZAM8J8/s320/Image0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SEOW WEI REAL LOTS ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLcWeF_lQI/AAAAAAAAASE/IqMk-KiQeBU/s1600-h/P10-10-07_20.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202462798159779074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLcWeF_lQI/AAAAAAAAASE/IqMk-KiQeBU/s320/P10-10-07_20.59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLcWuF_lRI/AAAAAAAAASM/1B6rIYJDxi8/s1600-h/P10-10-07_20.57%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202462802454746386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLcWuF_lRI/AAAAAAAAASM/1B6rIYJDxi8/s320/P10-10-07_20.57%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- guest info. project. / Meet Hui Shan and Hui Qing for some shopping at town.&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Grandmother's place for dinner ? / Drinking is a no no ?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- No plans yet.&lt;br /&gt;Monday- School&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- School&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Havana Night Party&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- School&lt;br /&gt;Friday- School./ Grandmother's place/ Drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Drinking ?&lt;br /&gt;6June- Service&lt;br /&gt;7June- Celebration of Ammie and my birthday in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've once heard. And I can't let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;In a book, in a line, in a song, i've once heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I feel so uninspired My head is battling with my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm back where i belong and i'm waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;infinately true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-5406790433503619105?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5406790433503619105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5406790433503619105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wonder-what-happen-to-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SDLYjeF_lAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Khe8GONiYtA/s72-c/Image0335ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3078720537181411144</id><published>2008-05-19T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:59:49.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD FUN ON FRIDAY NIGHT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats all about it. Short and nice. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a normal day for me. Nothing much. Just that the whole night i was playing counter strike (CS) . Ammie called me asking if i wanna go clark quey but nopes. I'm tired and busy playing CS. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was horrible. Cleaned up my room. Now it looks so nice and neat. Just that my stupid bed look so small. Although it's a queen size bed, all the space are taken up by my soft toys. Worse come to worse, i'll sleep on the floor. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Just joking, although i did slept on the floor once cause i was lazy to arrange my toys. I've really got to think of where to put my toys. I won't throw it away cause it's like my life. And i won't stuff it in a place where i've got to squeeze them or what so ever. I wanna see them all day and night. Places that they won't be on the floor and won't get dirty. Once i know where to put my toys, i'll only take 2 to 3 toys to sleep with me. And my bed won't look small anymore. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Went TM with my parent, brother and his girlfriend. Did some shopping and had Japanese food for dinner. Bought some girl's stuff. Cause i saw some nice pretty colours. So i just grab and bought it. Wanted to buy the Guess bag. After some thinking, i plan to see Kate Spade bags before getting the Guess bag cause Kate spade bags are nicer. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went over to my Cousin's house. Had lunch and dinner over there. They were singing the whole day. While my cousin (Jolene), her boyfriend, my brother and me were playing Counter Stirke the whole day. Phe the 4 or 5 years old cousin of mine learnt the word headshot. And i swear that it wasn't me who teach her that. While i was playing, she just came beside me and say headshot. And all of us got shock! Now that she know headshot, what will the next word be ? After dinner and some CS, went home, bathe and here i am blogging. ((:&lt;br /&gt;And i just remembered that i've got test tomorrow and i haven't study or even read the notes yet. GOSH ! Guess i'll do that tomorrow morning. Maybe just read the notes. Hopefully it helps. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be better than today. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3078720537181411144?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3078720537181411144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3078720537181411144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-had-fun-on-friday-night-thats-all.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2386014082456487592</id><published>2008-05-15T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:09:37.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm stress.&lt;/span&gt; Super stress. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Super duper stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; FREAKING STRESS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last the last TR. My duty was quite boring at first. Kept complaining boring boring boring. Was playing with Aisyar, Joey and Jingheng. We were so bored that we switch off the lights and smile. Seeing if we could see each others teeth. I know it's kinda dumb and stupid but we were bored at that time. Stupidity just popped, so can't be blamed. After times of boredom, customers starts coming into the restaurant, we got busier. After closing the restaurant, cleared up everything and got ready to leave. I was super tired after TR. Arms aching and gastric hurts. After that went off to meet Jason. Pass him the application form for Sunglasses Hub. Had dinner. Couldn't really eat cause my gastric hurts alot. Super duper pain. After that took bus 9 home. When i got home, every single one is asleep. So guess i've got home late. As in for weekdays. But daddy and mummy got used to it. As recently i keep going home late during weekends. I know that they will get worried whenever i'm out late at night. Sometime i feel so guilty for making they worry. Guess i'll try to be more good girl. No often late nights outing, try to cool down whenever i'm stress and talk to them more often. Guess thats all i could do to be a good girl ? Oh yes ! No smoking ! I'll try my best to stop !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i barely sleep during lessons or maybe i could say i DIDN'T SLEEP AT ALL ! The feeling of not sleeping but being sleepy was horrible but the thought of it, i actually do study and learned something. It was wonderfull. Hopefully i won't sleep tomorrow during lessons and test. As i'm buring the midnight oil today because i'm studying for my front office test tomorrow. I know last minute don't really help but i guess i'm able to make it ? Study now and read through tomorrow morning. Sounds nice right ? Hopefully i'm able to do the test tomorrow. My gastric was back this morning. Didn't eat at all. Smoked during break only. I think only 4 sticks. So yes, i'll try my best to stop. After school, went for lunch with Darren and Said at Katong. Had this super nice chicken rice. Was like craving for food once lesson ended. So suprised that i'm hungry that i felt like eating when i'm having gastric. Guess it's the first time ? I don't know. Right now, my mind if full of i don't know, don't wish to know, hates, stress and tired. Hopefully after the Havana Night Party, i'll feel better and no more stress. STRESS FREE PLEASE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES, i doubt i'm going drinking tomorrow night. Cause i'm really really really feeling real tired. I need a rest. So guess i'll meet you guys up next week or next next saturday. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Friday - Grandmother's place for dinner. After that no idea yet. Maybe home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;*Saturday - Sentosa with Iris (jie) and Seow Wei ? Wondering if they're able to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;*Friday or Saturday - Submit application form for Jason. It's a MUST ! Urgent !&lt;br /&gt;*Sunday - Family day in the morning and afternoon ? Not comfirm yet.&lt;br /&gt;*Monday - Public holiday. No plans yet. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats all about yesterday and today. Wish for a better tomorrow. Hopefully, no gastric, able to do the test, don't fall asleep during lessons, no smoking and be myself.&lt;br /&gt;POSITIVE THINKING ! ((:&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I hate it when things just keep crushing onto me. No one understands how i feel right now. I've been keeping lots of things to myself and now that it's feeling real heavy, all i can do it cry out. I hate putting fake smiles infront of others. I keep forcing myself to do this and that. Sometimes i really can't help and just breakdown. I'm really feeling so stress. Family stuffs, school stuffs and etc ! All just keep crushing onto me. No one could just freaking understand how i freaking feel right now. NO ONE ! NO ONE AT ALL ! I called Jason , wanted to let him know how stress am i . Trying not to sound like i'm crying when i'm actually am. But he wasn't free. Call jie, she didn't answer as i just remembered that she's working. SIGH ! ))':&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/11820090-2386014082456487592?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2386014082456487592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2386014082456487592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1483014856552584311</id><published>2008-05-13T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:30:01.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It wasn't my day today. My illness is back once again. It have been months since i last fainted. Woke up early today. Went off to Tanah Merah to meet Anthony(Daddy) to go to school. Half way through, stopped at bugis as i wasn't feeling well. Daddy, i'm so sorry. Made you take cab to school today. I took a cab home. Once i stepped into the house, i faint. Everything just went off. Mummy was worried, so she called grand aunt. They wanted to send me to the hospital but i didn't want to. Cause i don't like being admitted to the hospital and i'm scared of doctors. So ended up went to the see Dr Tan. Having bad gastric. That's what he says. My grand aunt and my mummy suspect that i'm having Gastric Ulcer or Gastric Flu. I was asked to go to hospital for further check up. Maybe i'll be going tomorrow or maybe some other time. Not too sure yet. Cause i don't really feel like going. Rest for hours at home. Feeling kind weak. Loss of appetite and my stomach hurts a lot. Feel cold at times and warm at times. Giddiness was horrible. I've been suffering for like hours ! Sigh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse of all, Anthony and Zi xun keep bluffing me ! HORRIBLE ! Wanan take $800 to bet on soccer ?! GOSH ! Both of you must be out of your mind ! HAHA ! Anyway, i hope both of them have taken down notes for me. As i've asked them to. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Here are the photos that i've took on saturday ! Last day of work ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgWeF_k2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/R6EZ4v7wVd8/s1600-h/Image0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511708950827874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgWeF_k2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/R6EZ4v7wVd8/s320/Image0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgWuF_k3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/0INo96yBeko/s1600-h/Image0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511713245795186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgWuF_k3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/0INo96yBeko/s320/Image0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgW-F_k4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z0DryHdqJkc/s1600-h/Image0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511717540762498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgW-F_k4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z0DryHdqJkc/s320/Image0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgW-F_k5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/A8QZQHh65eU/s1600-h/Image0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511717540762514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgW-F_k5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/A8QZQHh65eU/s320/Image0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgXeF_k6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/i2Nc5gfjGa0/s1600-h/Image0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511726130697122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgXeF_k6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/i2Nc5gfjGa0/s320/Image0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChg7-F_k7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/v4lIt7_OvFQ/s1600-h/Image0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199512353195922354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChg7-F_k7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/v4lIt7_OvFQ/s320/Image0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChg8eF_k8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/tkmj0bm_Vjc/s1600-h/Image0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199512361785856962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChg8eF_k8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/tkmj0bm_Vjc/s320/Image0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gift to Michelle And WenYan ! LOVES ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChg8-F_k9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Xsk07H8Sgt0/s1600-h/michelle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199512370375791570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChg8-F_k9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Xsk07H8Sgt0/s320/michelle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChg9uF_k-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/ewzZLYpr61g/s1600-h/wen+yan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199512383260693474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChg9uF_k-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/ewzZLYpr61g/s320/wen+yan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift from Michelle, WeiLun and WenYan ! LOVES ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChg9-F_k_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/MThgWX5hUYw/s1600-h/Image0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199512387555660786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChg9-F_k_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/MThgWX5hUYw/s320/Image0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-1483014856552584311?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1483014856552584311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1483014856552584311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-wasnt-my-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/SChgWeF_k2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/R6EZ4v7wVd8/s72-c/Image0324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-4423101809591905991</id><published>2008-05-12T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:32:01.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 10/05/08, was my last day or work at Vivo I.P zone. I'm like missing the 3 part timers ALOT ! I'm gonna miss all those stupid lame talking and jokes ! I miss quarrelling/joking, playing and crapping with WeiLun. Miss joking, disturbing, laughing, playing with Michelle and WenYan. I gonna miss every single thing ! But it's okies, we can meet up any time and i promise you all that i'll go back and look for you guys. I gave Michelle and WenYan photos that i've designed. Eh, WeiLun's gift still processing ! HAHA ! No worries, i'll bring it down to vivo and pass it to you ! How nice of me. ((: They got me the PUMA wrist thingy that i wanted ! They're so nice, sweet and lovely ! I love them alot! We took photos in the shop ! I'll upload it real soon once i put into my lappy toppy. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IDIOT NEO ! KEEP BULLYING MY BESTIES (Michelle and WanYan)&lt;br /&gt;AND MY FAV. (HuiShan) ! I'M GONNA KICK HIS ARSE ! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, 9/05/08, went to Jamie's work place to meet her with Zhen Wen. Got to know a cute girl call errs. i forgot ! Haha ! Anyway, We went to boat quay to drink. Went to (jie)iris's work place to drink. Saw her boyfriend Edwin. Super nice and friendly. Happy for jie that edwin treat her real good. ((:&lt;br /&gt;The people over they are like Edwin's friends. They's friendly, kind and FUNNY ! Had lots of fun over there. After that went to eat. As jamie she's hungry. Bad things happened but everything is settled. Thanks to friends. After that took cab home with jamie's friend, jamie. As we stay at the east side. Sent jamie home first cause she's having gastric. After that i'm the 2nd one to get home. Last person is jamie's friend. Reached home, went to wash up then sms jie and jason. As it's a must MUST sms jie and jason. If not, they'll kill me or go around looking for me? That's what edwin(jie's bf) say. Thats all for friday. Such an enjoyable night. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it's 11 May. So &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY ! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*HuiShan's birthday is coming ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Vivo outing next week or maybe the week after next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Drinking next week or week after next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-4423101809591905991?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4423101809591905991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4423101809591905991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-100508-was-my-last-day-or.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-6247306642293482028</id><published>2008-05-09T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:48:21.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FREAKING FREAKING STRESS ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE IT ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE PROJECTS ! I HATE SCHOOL ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE EVERY SINGLE THINGS THAT STRESS ME !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Guess i'm gonna breakdown real soon. Everything just keep crushing onto my life, my world ! Bit by bit, i'm saying all those freaky horrible words ! And i seriously hate it when i say those words ! I kinda dislike people using it but why am i using those words too ?! Someone just stop me can ! I seriously can't take it any longer ! I really really feeling so stress that my brain is gonna burst !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-6247306642293482028?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6247306642293482028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6247306642293482028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-freaking-freaking-stress-i-hate-it-i_08.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-320175200720504191</id><published>2008-05-02T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:34:05.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently bad things just keep coming. bad things keep crushing onto me. And it really freaks me out ! I hate those nasty words  and i just don't know why am i using those words out of the sudden . &lt;em&gt;Can someone please stop me from saying those words.&lt;/em&gt; I find it so rude and it's horrible to use such words. I've got a letter from school. I've got 11 dp ! 9 more to go and I'm being expel. Worse of all, i've got 10 dp for nothing ?! I attend school. and i got 5 dp ? Another 5 dp i got was because i was sick and i went home to get my medications and went back to school cause i've got PMS lesson. I filled the yellow form and i still get dp ! If they don't entertain yellow form, for what shit is the yellow form for ? Is it just to waste my pen ink, my time writing it and my energy ! Full of craps ! Stupid school and freaking school rules ! The other 1 dp i've got cause i was late twice.  School is pissing me off ! Giving dp like giving out shopping discounts coupons/vouchers ?! I'm gonna tell them off tomorrow once i get to see them ! Seriously for no reason i just got 10 dp ? Even if you do have reason for giving me just tell me ! I only know i didn't skip freaking school for nothing ! Unless i've MC ! It really piss me off when i saw the letter that the school sent. Alright, enough of that freaking school/letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle was admitted to the hospital. Daddy told me the illness. So i'm super sad over it. Now, time is so important to him. My grandmother really sad over it. Hopefully she won't breakdown. I don't know what to do. Just got to pray hard that nothing happens. &lt;strong&gt;PRAY HARD !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy still ignoring me. So i guess i know what he means already. I'm sick of tearing all night long. Whenever i miss you i just tear. My mood is affected so much that cause me to have bad moods. I almost scolded my sister for nothing. Ignoring my parent when they ask what's wrong with me. I've been find things to do. Making me busy feels better ? So guess i've planned to take up another part time job and back to my modelling ? Once i go back to my modellingm, i'll have assignments for 2 months ! Themes shoots, roadshows,runways etc . Sounds real busy and tiring. But i guess it's better ? Hopefully it makes me forget about you ? Although in the past it doesn't helps me to forget jason but hopefully this time it will make me forget about you (E_g_ne).  How i wish i can tell you how i feel about you. Don't you know how much i miss you ? How much i love you ? That day i should have held your hands real tight. Now that you're mia/ignore me. I don't know what to do. Just know that you've hurt me. Boy, you have just walked out of my dream and left me with an empty and hurtful dream.     ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The pain that you inflict on me is indescribable&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-320175200720504191?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/320175200720504191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/320175200720504191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/05/recently-bad-things-just-keep-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3115914913473390224</id><published>2008-04-30T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:17:17.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHERYL YEO, YOU'RE SUCH A STUPID FOOL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3115914913473390224?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3115914913473390224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3115914913473390224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheryl-yeo-youre-such-stupid-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2636082999838448916</id><published>2008-04-30T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:15:12.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS HIM HELL LOTS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What am i suppose to do right now ? I dreamt that he went back with his ex and i being left alone. I really don't know what to do right now. Tears just keep rolling down. Sigh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jason, what am i suppose to do right now ? Should i just give up ? &lt;br /&gt;Jason hurry tell me what to do ? What am i suppose to do !  ))':&lt;br /&gt;Jason, i really miss him lots. I really do. HOW ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-2636082999838448916?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2636082999838448916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2636082999838448916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-him-hell-lots-what-am-i-suppose.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-5098847373790310434</id><published>2008-04-30T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:38:44.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so freaking sick right now ! And finally, i've planned to see a doctor. I really do hate seeing doctors but i've got no choice. I need Mc and need to get well soon ! As i wanna drink on Saturday ? So hopefully i'll get well real soon. And i meant real soon.&lt;br /&gt; Sms boy yesterday no reply so i'll just take it as he still needs time ? I really don't know what to do. I'm so freaking sick and yet my mind are filled with him. I'm such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad when i know that aamie is sick too. Cause i was the one who spread it to her. Now she's having a real bad flu just like me. Hopefully she feels fine after seeing the doctor. Girl, i'm sorry for making you sick. I feel so guilty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning and found myself in tears. Can't stop crying cause of what i've dreamt. It seems so real that i find it hard to face it. If it's real, what am i suppose to do ? How am i gonna face the fact? I hate it when this happens. It happens once in the past and finally i'm able to move on and now it comes back. Sigh ! Guess this is life. It's so hard for me to face the facts. Thinking of it, i wonder how long will i be able to get over it. This time it feels like the past. So much alike. What will happen if i breakdown once more ? I really can't take it any longer. How i wish i could hate you right now for making me feel so down !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most ?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you've left me all by my own when you say you won't leave me .&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go and i find it hard for me to put on a fake smile in front of everyone. You left me unspoken.   ))':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-5098847373790310434?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5098847373790310434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5098847373790310434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-so-freaking-sick-right-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8089246106886034063</id><published>2008-04-28T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:19:19.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was suppose to accompany boy yesterday but ended up, he has soccer and meeting his friends after that. I was totally fine with it. He sent me home and headed down for soccer. Everything was so fine at that time. Aamie darling called me, so met her at baili house. After that we went to drink. While she was eating, i was calling peeps and see if they wanna drink. While calling, i received a msg which hurt me and i don't know what to do. Felt like crying but i can't as aamie's bf is around. Finally i managed to find someone to drink. Jason went down straight raining bar. When he's around, all i was trying to do was to put on a fake smile. Smoke and drink. I'm sorry that i've broke the promise jason. Slowly i just kept drinking and bit by bit i got tipsy. Went out to smoke. Saw darren and jason smoking. So join them. After that darren went in first. and slowly the kick came. Real drunk. And i've forgotten what happen. All i know that jason took the cigarette away from me and i just drop dead. My head hurts and so as for my heart. In my mind, theres lots of why this and why that. Sigh. Till now, boy totally ignoring me and i don't know what to do. Jason's msn nick sounds so moody. Why am i still caring about jason ? What am i thinking ?  Why do i feel the same old feeling coming back ?  Sigh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aamie darling was sad too cause her boyfriend last minute meeting his friends. She was so sad that she felt like crying. The whole night we were just trying to stay strong. aamie darling, you did stay strong. Sorry that i couldn't. I just find it hard to put on a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears just kept rolling down non-stop. I don't know what to do right now. Head hurts, Heart hurts and i'm feeling sick. Why is this happening. ))':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-8089246106886034063?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8089246106886034063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8089246106886034063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-suppose-to-accompany-boy-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8325005117969378475</id><published>2008-04-03T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:21:01.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHERYL YEO IS SUCH A GOOD GIRL !   ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-8325005117969378475?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8325005117969378475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8325005117969378475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheryl-yeo-is-such-good-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-738177544943762688</id><published>2008-04-02T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:42:09.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Won't be blogging for around 3 days ? I'm off to chalet so anything just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; me ! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILES !&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/11820090-738177544943762688?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/738177544943762688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/738177544943762688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/04/wont-be-blogger-for-around-3-days-im.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-4111244542195098101</id><published>2008-03-28T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:23:55.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME ! I KEEP  THROWING  TANTRUM LATELY . WHY ?!&lt;br /&gt;I'M FEELING SO HORRIBLE RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE JUST KILL ME CAN !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what's happening lately. Everything seems to come crashing onto me. And my super bad habit is back and i don't know why. I feel so horrible whenever i throw tantrum at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel super horrible and it makes me feel like dying right now.  I'm so sick of putting a fake smile  today. I don't wish to have another tomorrow like this. Can i have a happy laughter tomorrow and not a fake smile which make me feel so fake.  Care bears do help but guess this time i didn't help till night time. I'm feeling guilty for throw my idiotic tantrum at my dad just now. When he was just being nice to ask if i would like to have dinner. But i just reply him a no in a rude way. And that makes him say sorry to me when it's not even his fault.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to those i've threw tantrum to yesterday. I didn't mean to scold you guys. SORRY.                 ))':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-4111244542195098101?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4111244542195098101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4111244542195098101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-wrong-with-me-i-keep-throwing.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8456944271541669658</id><published>2008-03-23T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:09:24.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We surprise him with a cake and a present at MSQ Inbase. ((:&lt;br /&gt;He was working at that time and many customers were looking at us as we sang him a birthday song. I bet he was so touch that he feels like tearing. I told him that i'm leaving I.P Zone soon. He kept saying i leave without waiting for all the ex in charge to get post back together. Hahas ! I really do miss those times when we as a team fight for the Top Shop. Times and times you guys are protecting me from Bad Guys as what Wei Lun thinks or say. I never fail to quarrel with that small gas Wei Lun. Those type of play quarreling. Ever since the 3 in charge is being posted to other outlets or brands, bit by bit we're leaving each other. Chelsia was the 1st one that get posted out. 2nd will be Zhi Wei. He has resigned cause he got to go for NS. And next will be me leaving you guys. But We'll meet up really soon. Keep contacting each other like what we're doing right now. I'll miss my talking partners real lots ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we'll laugh hard when i get back to work after my study leaves. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Ex I.P Staff and Present I.P Staff. ((:&lt;br /&gt;AHEM! Andy is INBASE staff but counted as I.P Staff too. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-eCkyowBFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/s1TVBdQ2CcQ/s1600-h/20080323058ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181253464892638290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-eCkyowBFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/s1TVBdQ2CcQ/s320/20080323058ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-eCUSowBEI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iO8j28j802M/s1600-h/20080323060ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181253181424796738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-eCUSowBEI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iO8j28j802M/s320/20080323060ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-eBcyowBBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cE6Fcf4bZJA/s1600-h/P23-03-08_19.23%5B01%5Ded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181252227942056978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-eBcyowBBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cE6Fcf4bZJA/s320/P23-03-08_19.23%5B01%5Ded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-eBPiowBAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/h9dt0EEYTZY/s1600-h/P23-03-08_19.23ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181252000308790274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-eBPiowBAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/h9dt0EEYTZY/s320/P23-03-08_19.23ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-8456944271541669658?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8456944271541669658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8456944271541669658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-andy-we-surprise-him.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-eCkyowBFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/s1TVBdQ2CcQ/s72-c/20080323058ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-5162434699535537337</id><published>2008-03-23T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:52:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;redic-dic-diculous-culous-culous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;br /&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/11820090-5162434699535537337?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5162434699535537337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5162434699535537337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/03/redic-dic-diculous-culous-culous-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2494068070905247145</id><published>2008-03-22T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:03:10.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-VR7SowA-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/AvN_3h_bsMk/s1600-h/Image58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180637025416512482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-VR7SowA-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/AvN_3h_bsMk/s320/Image58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It have been months or years ever since i last blogged about him. Anyway, we hardly contact each other and stopped smsing each other for like months. Thinking back on those day when i gave you the worse attitude i ever had and yet you still pamper me like a small kid wanting ice creams all the time. And knowing that i was in a wrong and yet you didn't blame me but yourself. Boy, not every guys are like you who can take my stupid, idiotic childishness and childish attitude. You're just extraordinary different from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsia and Michelle(BFFS) talked to me times and times. They even force me to sms them instead of him. So I'm kinda use to it already. So i guess it's over already right ? Hopefully, YES it's over ! But no one knows what will happen in future. Maybe he will be back ? Even so, i won't want to get back. Cause i'm learning to move on ! ((: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As i've once written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day you will think of me the way i thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;One day you will cry for me the way i cried for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day you will love me the way i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;One day you will want me but i won't want you.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't understand my silence, how can you understand my words ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Secret friend, we're on the same boat. Moving on is all we need to do . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, Cheer up ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying today ! All i have to say is I HATE BEVERAGE ! I don't even know a single thing . What's beer production or fermenting/fermentation. Grapes varities or Climate and Micro Climate ? I don't even know them . So dead ! )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying ! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-VRryowA8I/AAAAAAAAANk/iwKx6JoF5OI/s1600-h/Image54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180636759128540098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-VRryowA8I/AAAAAAAAANk/iwKx6JoF5OI/s320/Image54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-VRySowA9I/AAAAAAAAANs/ddf0FkrEze8/s1600-h/Image56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180636870797689810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-VRySowA9I/AAAAAAAAANs/ddf0FkrEze8/s320/Image56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-VV1yowA_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/xeWFWmU4R60/s1600-h/Image51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180641328973743090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-VV1yowA_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/xeWFWmU4R60/s320/Image51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Btw, Guess who draw this picture. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is an old picture.&lt;br /&gt;But since i've found it, i'll upload it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;don't steal it&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- 23 March ! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STERHAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Jeremy) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Let me guess, sterham is officially 19 ? Hopefully i got it right. And don't worry sterham, i'll get you some yummy hamster's food as a present. I'm such a good owner ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MY FRIENDS !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I.P ZONE (VIVO) BFFs is being missed too !&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-2494068070905247145?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2494068070905247145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2494068070905247145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-r-e-l-l-y-d-o-l-o-v-e-t-o-s-m-i-l-e.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-VR7SowA-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/AvN_3h_bsMk/s72-c/Image58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-6290503518643719079</id><published>2008-03-22T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:24:22.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do buy PLAYWORKS MAZ !  ((:&lt;br /&gt;And i'll upload the photoshoots photo once i get it. ((:&lt;br /&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/11820090-6290503518643719079?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6290503518643719079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6290503518643719079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-buy-playworks-maz-and-ill-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2917283971278574597</id><published>2008-03-22T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:20:07.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last i've found the photos ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Year 2007. ((:&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the day when she posed as my sister just to help me get my stupid results back.&lt;br /&gt;And my teacher keep complaining to her that i've skip school lots of time. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRIS&amp;amp;ME !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P6QCowA7I/AAAAAAAAANc/nEbpA0ttmVk/s1600-h/girls7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180259149898843058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P6QCowA7I/AAAAAAAAANc/nEbpA0ttmVk/s320/girls7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P6GCowA6I/AAAAAAAAANU/xU_S6Bc0sBQ/s1600-h/girls10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180258978100151202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P6GCowA6I/AAAAAAAAANU/xU_S6Bc0sBQ/s320/girls10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P58SowA5I/AAAAAAAAANM/1l4-c-dnFMw/s1600-h/girls9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180258810596426642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P58SowA5I/AAAAAAAAANM/1l4-c-dnFMw/s320/girls9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P5wyowA4I/AAAAAAAAANE/w3Y_j5ST6Ys/s1600-h/girls5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180258613027931010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P5wyowA4I/AAAAAAAAANE/w3Y_j5ST6Ys/s320/girls5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P5jyowA3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/CRruhUg_LGw/s1600-h/girls4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180258389689631602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P5jyowA3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/CRruhUg_LGw/s320/girls4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P5bCowA2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/UX-ODLg-Wz8/s1600-h/girls3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180258239365776226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P5bCowA2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/UX-ODLg-Wz8/s320/girls3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P5SyowA1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/j3FrXwXoUFE/s1600-h/girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180258097631855442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P5SyowA1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/j3FrXwXoUFE/s320/girls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-2917283971278574597?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2917283971278574597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2917283971278574597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-last-ive-found-photos-year-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P6QCowA7I/AAAAAAAAANc/nEbpA0ttmVk/s72-c/girls7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1028751458159047767</id><published>2008-03-22T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:55:24.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SICK ! And i hate the feeling of being sick ! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh ! Sigh ! Sigh ! &lt;/span&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/11820090-1028751458159047767?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1028751458159047767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1028751458159047767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sick-and-i-hate-feeling-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-95604510582564154</id><published>2008-03-22T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:52:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHOTOS  ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180251036705620738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-Py3yowAwI/AAAAAAAAAME/VwaCETV7Mgo/s320/Image0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P0FiowAyI/AAAAAAAAAMU/48I8QuLVudk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180252372440449826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P0FiowAyI/AAAAAAAAAMU/48I8QuLVudk/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P0vSowAzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KJQIviuziJ8/s1600-h/Sweetie159+(14ed).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180253089699988274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P0vSowAzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KJQIviuziJ8/s320/Sweetie159+(14ed).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P1YyowA0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/fg7Kq53TgkM/s1600-h/P23-09-07_20.27%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180253802664559426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-P1YyowA0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/fg7Kq53TgkM/s320/P23-09-07_20.27%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-95604510582564154?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/95604510582564154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/95604510582564154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/03/photos.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R-Py3yowAwI/AAAAAAAAAME/VwaCETV7Mgo/s72-c/Image0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-7651636671686944885</id><published>2008-03-21T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:30:23.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Projects and exams are making me stress ! I hate the stessful feeling !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hate those scary little cats in Shatec near the smoking area. They look so scary and so not cute. EEEEE ! I hate it. It freaks me out so much ! And 2 stupid friends of mine wanted to carry the cat to me. So bad ! AND... i don't smoke. I'm such a good girl. ((:&lt;br /&gt;I was like an idiot yesterday. Talking to the scary cats. Asking them what type of fish are they eating and even call them selfish for not sharing. They eat real fast. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AND...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My class have a green monster ! His name is... Eh. I can't say it out. He'll kill me if he see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm missing Seow Wei ! I miss her real lots ! Meeting her up on saturday ! Maybe out for shopping or drinking. Gonna take lots of photos when we're out ! LOVES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday, i had a photoshoot at CS. Did the photoshoot for CS and Playworks Maz. Everything went well. As for the interview, they asked all kinds of weird questions. But i managed to answer all. of it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Guess this will be last time taking photoshoots. I'm tried of photoshoot already. Model isn't the right one for me i guess. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-7651636671686944885?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7651636671686944885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7651636671686944885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/03/projects-and-exams-are-making-me-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-4895225846929034340</id><published>2008-02-26T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:06:09.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects make me sick !</title><content type='html'>I'm totally rushing through my stupid projects which is still undone. So i've planned to start it today and end it quick ! But i'm stuck at the food project which is " Does eating meat do us harm?" I've been surfing the internet for hours and nothing seems to be right !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i'll do the Tourism project. Still think on what should i do on. Hopefully i'll think of one fast and get it done quickly. And i've to think of something that is easy to be done or maybe written. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse subject/project of all ! BEVERAGE !&lt;br /&gt;Beverage really gets me going crazy ! It's so difficult and worse of all, i've to write it out and not type it out or even print it out. The only thing that is being allowed to print is the pictures ! Every single day, i'll be screaming out loud ! HATE IT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick for days. Coming to a week already !&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat kills. Coughing all day long and don't really have the voice to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Flu is as bad too. Tissues is being needed all day long. 4 packets isn't enough for a day. Not even a box. It's like a tap water which is on. It just keep rushing out. Sigh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-4895225846929034340?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4895225846929034340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4895225846929034340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/02/projects-make-me-sick.html' title='Projects make me sick !'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-7861424445854996808</id><published>2008-02-18T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:41:17.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167987565599322546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hhT0su8bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3EFZSl0m0gA/s320/Image0225ed1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hhtksu8cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/fvt6RvbCk54/s1600-h/Image0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167988007980954050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hhtksu8cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/fvt6RvbCk54/s320/Image0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new school: Shatec. And my course is hotel and restaurant management. This course really kill ! I've got so many things to learn. Food, Food hygiene, F&amp;amp;B practical, F&amp;amp;B ops, Front office ops, Tourisum, Housekeeping and Beverage. Feeling stress all day long. Having tests and exams are coming. Most Lessons start early in the morning and end kinda late. Every thursday is the worse of the worse. Start early and end at 8PM. "WONDERFUL !" HATE IT ! Life in school isn't that bad but i still think secondary school life is better. Friends are all around. Laughters, jokes and rubbish talking. Anyway, new friends in shatec are great too ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS Of Working Friends &amp;amp; Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7heMEsu8TI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SQI3Yp4GAeM/s1600-h/1_692993556l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167984133920452914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7heMEsu8TI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SQI3Yp4GAeM/s320/1_692993556l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.P Family !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7heaEsu8UI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mDmGbSaCL6s/s1600-h/=)).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167984374438621506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7heaEsu8UI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mDmGbSaCL6s/s320/%3D)).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF ! (I.P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hel0su8VI/AAAAAAAAALE/NtkwF3ugT6o/s1600-h/Image0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167984576302084434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hel0su8VI/AAAAAAAAALE/NtkwF3ugT6o/s320/Image0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner ! (I.P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hew0su8WI/AAAAAAAAALM/BlPscF17Q_s/s1600-h/Image0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167984765280645474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hew0su8WI/AAAAAAAAALM/BlPscF17Q_s/s320/Image0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOJOJOJO &amp;amp; CHER CHER CHER CHER ! (I.P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hfP0su8XI/AAAAAAAAALU/qrW3i-q5Saw/s1600-h/boo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167985297856590194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hfP0su8XI/AAAAAAAAALU/qrW3i-q5Saw/s320/boo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hfk0su8YI/AAAAAAAAALc/hyUtNzEoPd8/s1600-h/Image0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167985658633843074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hfk0su8YI/AAAAAAAAALc/hyUtNzEoPd8/s320/Image0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES !(I.P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hf1ksu8ZI/AAAAAAAAALk/CND0YucFeJU/s1600-h/Image0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167985946396651922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hf1ksu8ZI/AAAAAAAAALk/CND0YucFeJU/s320/Image0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHELLE; CHERYL; -BFF! (I.P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hgLksu8aI/AAAAAAAAALs/wN4FKOgM2p8/s1600-h/Image0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167986324353773986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hgLksu8aI/AAAAAAAAALs/wN4FKOgM2p8/s320/Image0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Best Friend ! ((:     (I.P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-7861424445854996808?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7861424445854996808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/7861424445854996808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/02/c-h-e-r-y-l-y-e-o-my-new-school-shatec.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/R7hhT0su8bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3EFZSl0m0gA/s72-c/Image0225ed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3726144656521929920</id><published>2008-01-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:33:50.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSES</title><content type='html'>It have been months since i've last blogged. I was like busy working every single day. Hardly have enough of sleep. I've been working for 2 months plus. Tomorrow, 11/01/08 will the end of the contract. And i'm still thinking if i should continue working. For what i've been through all his so call 3 months, i've found that i really do enjoy working and have wonderful friends over there. I'm the youngest and being well protected by them ! I'm the one who always disturb them and make them talk to me just because i'm bored. When i'm sick or so, they never feel to help me and even try to make me talk when i'm down. We always disturb each others at times. It have been a wonderful 3 months of working. And now, all 3 in charge are gonna be transfer. I'm so freaking sad right now. I don't even know the 2 in charge that is coming to vivo and take over. Jo say i may get along with them easily but i just got the feeling that i won't. =((     Gosh ! Now it's either i quit or request for a transfer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting school next Monday. My school is at bukit batok ! FAR FAR FAR ! But i've no choice. I love the course and i love the school. I won't regret choosing that school. Btw, the school i'm attending is SHATEC ! Had a hard time getting into the school. Lots of interveiw to get through. I'm sad that Carrie didn't make it into shatec. Hais !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm gonna do some thinking right now. It's all about my work !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll miss my 3 in charge alot ! 1st in charge- li ling 2nd in charge- andy 3rd in charge- jo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVES !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3726144656521929920?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/feeds/3726144656521929920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820090&amp;postID=3726144656521929920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3726144656521929920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3726144656521929920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2008/01/misses.html' title='MISSES'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3896336029691071657</id><published>2007-10-06T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T04:41:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrie complained for not blogging about the sweet nice "date" of girlfriends !&lt;br /&gt;Fine ! Here's the photos ! I'm like so lazy to type what we did or lets say i've forgotten about it !&lt;br /&gt;Alright ! I admit then, i've forgotten !&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna posts the photos up ! You guys must be happy that your photos are in my blog post ! Hahas ! Love my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;girlfriends &lt;/span&gt;lots ! But i'm sad to say, 1 sweet bitch named &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;saemma&lt;/span&gt; is not in pic ! Cause we couldn't contact her and get her ass out . Hahas ! Anyway, i love her too ! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTOS OF BFF !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RwadxvQ7ExI/AAAAAAAAAKM/45z8vWg4bdw/s1600-h/P28-09-07_16.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117951504379745042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RwadxvQ7ExI/AAAAAAAAAKM/45z8vWg4bdw/s320/P28-09-07_16.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rwaeq_Q7EyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/I7qpW6oX9t8/s1600-h/P28-09-07_16.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117952487927255842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rwaeq_Q7EyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/I7qpW6oX9t8/s320/P28-09-07_16.02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RwaexfQ7EzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lu0x1ICd0Nk/s1600-h/P28-09-07_16.02[01].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117952599596405554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RwaexfQ7EzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lu0x1ICd0Nk/s320/P28-09-07_16.02%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rwae4_Q7E0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ouwEX0NZpFE/s1600-h/P28-09-07_16.03[01].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117952728445424450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rwae4_Q7E0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ouwEX0NZpFE/s320/P28-09-07_16.03%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RwafEPQ7E1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/K_nMAVeCIqw/s1600-h/P28-09-07_16.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117952921718952786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RwafEPQ7E1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/K_nMAVeCIqw/s320/P28-09-07_16.04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/P28-09-07_1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/P28-09-07_1606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/P28-09-07_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/P28-09-07_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/P28-09-07_1611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/P28-09-07_1611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/P28-09-07_1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/P28-09-07_1612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/P28-09-07_161201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/P28-09-07_1717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/SMILESSSSSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/SMILESSSSSS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And And And there's this guy say my blog can close down is it ?!&lt;br /&gt;See See See ! I've updated ! BLAHX !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3896336029691071657?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3896336029691071657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3896336029691071657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/10/carrie-complained-for-not-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RwadxvQ7ExI/AAAAAAAAAKM/45z8vWg4bdw/s72-c/P28-09-07_16.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-668658252141884680</id><published>2007-09-30T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:28:05.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met darling Seow Wei ! Waited for her at Tanah Merah MRT platform.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly we went to suntec to get the necklace which i wanna get it for my mummy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;After which, went to meet my brother, his gf and cousin at Marina square. End up didn't meet cause they're off to meet my mummy for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;So Seow wei and i went off for dinner ! We were super hungry at that time. I wanted to eat at hans cause i like the hor fun there and it reminds me of making fun of one of my friend. HAHAS !&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went out for photo taking ! took kinda little ! Gonna take more next time !&lt;br /&gt;And we have this silly and stupid plan if iris have a bf. Hahas ! The plan goes like this; iris the photographer and her bf will be the one carrying our bags and clothes. getting drinks for us. wind us if we're hot. Hahas ! Hows the plan ? Sweet? Hahas ! I love Seow Wei tons ! Heart her lots ! Oh. I'm missing her and gonna date her out one day and real soon ! LOVE YOU DARLING SEOW WEI ! =DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Photos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-7kvQ7EnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5fOyVTad1TY/s1600-h/beefhorfun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116013941553304178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-7kvQ7EnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5fOyVTad1TY/s320/beefhorfun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beef hor fun ! Lots of veg ! Love it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-7yPQ7EoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BtIMXKvXI4s/s1600-h/garlicprawnslinginie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116014173481538178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-7yPQ7EoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BtIMXKvXI4s/s320/garlicprawnslinginie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling's garlic prawn ! Wooo~ Lots of prawn !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-8LfQ7EpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vKxHZYEclWg/s1600-h/atmarinasquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116014607273235090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-8LfQ7EpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vKxHZYEclWg/s320/atmarinasquare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Big time darling and me ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-8e_Q7EqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2426h2Jd7oI/s1600-h/shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116014942280684194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-8e_Q7EqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2426h2Jd7oI/s320/shadows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our shadows outside EDC !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-8xfQ7ErI/AAAAAAAAAJc/weuv7sg-5xs/s1600-h/foolingwithkisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116015260108264114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-8xfQ7ErI/AAAAAAAAAJc/weuv7sg-5xs/s320/foolingwithkisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy actions of us ! LOVES;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-9JfQ7EsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N7I8Qu7hEQg/s1600-h/reflections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116015672425124546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-9JfQ7EsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N7I8Qu7hEQg/s320/reflections.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflections of us !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-9efQ7EtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0dPX2Jhskhc/s1600-h/advertisethis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116016033202377426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-9efQ7EtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0dPX2Jhskhc/s320/advertisethis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get this from the face shop ! It's good ! HAHAS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-96_Q7EuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HfYes-fYjTE/s1600-h/advertisethis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116016522828649186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-96_Q7EuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HfYes-fYjTE/s320/advertisethis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They better do pay us for modelling !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv--QfQ7EvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8PRUZqySaZU/s1600-h/oranges2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116016892195836658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv--QfQ7EvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8PRUZqySaZU/s320/oranges2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She do love those juicy orange !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv--l_Q7EwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QhxN7iZaGZw/s1600-h/oranges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116017261563024130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv--l_Q7EwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QhxN7iZaGZw/s320/oranges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. I love orange ! So YUMMY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-668658252141884680?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/668658252141884680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/668658252141884680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-out.html' title='day out'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rv-7kvQ7EnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5fOyVTad1TY/s72-c/beefhorfun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2370315533935372170</id><published>2007-09-21T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:43:03.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE WALLS ! TABLES ! DRAWERS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They just seems to love me or my head ?! Keep hitting onto it and it really got me going crazy !OH DAMIT ! I HATE IT ! HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE ...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid walls, tables and drawers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE IT ! SCREAMS !!! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-2370315533935372170?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2370315533935372170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2370315533935372170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-walls-tables-drawers-they-just.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8373971589500579009</id><published>2007-09-16T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:56:52.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Model Maddison Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MADDISON Gabriel was last night allowed to model a gown at Gold Coast Fashion Week, after sparking an international drama as the face of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RuwAM8oFKnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RUeR9lOI7gI/s1600-h/0,,5657673,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110459899591338610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RuwAM8oFKnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RUeR9lOI7gI/s320/0,,5657673,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maddison Gabriel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organisers spent much of yesterday morning debating whether Maddison, who turns 13 today, should appear at a VIP cocktail event, attended by more than 150 guests at the Gold Coast Arts Centre, as the fashion furore degenerated into a farce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They feared more negative publicity after Prime Minister John Howard, Premier Anna Bligh and child protection advocates criticised Maddison's selection as face of the new Queensland fashion festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate about teenage models had spread overseas, with the British Fashion Council announcing models aged 15 years or younger should not be allowed to enter one of the world's most famous fashion events, the London Fashion Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coast organisers originally voted to ban media from Maddison's first big public appearance and refused to give details other than she would be wearing an "age appropriate'' gown.&lt;br /&gt;"We'll probably put her on stage, introduce her as the face of fashion week and that will be that,'' Gold Coast Fashion Week spokesman Kelly Weiler said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Weiler later acknowledged organisers were concerned about more negative publicity. "This pretty girl has her dreams in sight. We want to see that,`` she said.&lt;br /&gt;"We want the premier to see this, everyone to see this - the Prime Minister to see this. She's not a model. She's an amateur model. We're not exploiting this girl. We're not promoting sex.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddison's mother, Michelle Gabriel, yesterday chose not to tell her daughter of the possibility she might not appear at the VIP event because she feared it would upset her on the eve of her 13th birthday celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddison had a sleepover with friends on Friday night and spent yesterday morning having McDonald's with mates before they had their own fun make-up session.&lt;br /&gt;"This was going to be her 13th birthday present. She didn't really know about it (not being allowed to appear),'' Mrs Gabriel said. "I didn't think it was necessary. I think it (tonight) will be fun.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 8 student was smiling on arrival at the Arts Centre late yesterday, relieved she would have a chance to dress up with the older finalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really happy. I thought it was a bit silly when they might not let me in,'' she said.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to change my dreams. I know I want to be an international model. All this fuss is just silly.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was looking forward to her 13th birthday today when she could spend a normal day celebrating with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-8373971589500579009?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8373971589500579009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8373971589500579009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/09/model-maddison-gabriel.html' title='Model Maddison Gabriel'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RuwAM8oFKnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RUeR9lOI7gI/s72-c/0,,5657673,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2461925096104152977</id><published>2007-09-16T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:26:14.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate moss</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Under the age of 16 - models banned for London show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Models aged under 16 will be banned from London Fashion Week after an industry report which also said they should have to show a health certificate before being allowed on the catwalk.&lt;br /&gt;But the Model Health Inquiry, set up by the British Fashion Council (BFC), stopped short of barring all models with a body mass index (BMI) below a certain level from the event, which starts on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said that using BMI - a ratio of weight to height - was "not an accurate method of determining health" and could even encourage models to make themselves vomit to try and manipulate tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its report comes amid a rumbling international debate about whether skinny or size-zero models should be kept off the catwalks because of fears that they could encourage eating disorders among fashion fans, particularly young girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain and Italy have already barred models with a BMI of less than 18 from their catwalks.&lt;br /&gt;A BMI of 18.5 is the World Health Organisation's minimum healthy standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The report was compiled by a panel of experts including Sarah Doukas, the founder of the Storm model agency who discovered &lt;strong&gt;supermodel Kate Moss&lt;/strong&gt;, designer Giles Deacon, model Erin O'Connor plus a top expert on eating disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav. supermodel Kate Moss is actually a top expert on eating disorder. It gave me a shock when i read the article. But no matter what, she's still look so wonderful and hot in every single modelling that she does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-2461925096104152977?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2461925096104152977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2461925096104152977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/09/kate-moss.html' title='Kate moss'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-6986360882893540617</id><published>2007-09-15T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:11:14.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People keep asking me to update update update.&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired of those nags ?&lt;br /&gt;FINE ! I'm like updating now ! Those granny got me going crazy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happen recently.&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying in the morning, afternoon and night .&lt;br /&gt;Are you guys shock to know about it ? I myself got shock that i'm actually studying.&lt;br /&gt;Have i fall in love with my books ? HAVE I ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading this book tittled it's a wrap by Stellachaplin .&lt;br /&gt;The story was nice and i'm like reading it over again .&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a costume designer, plotting revenge on the man who broke her heart six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ THIS BOOK TITTLED IT'S A WRAP.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever wondered what shenanigans can ensue on a film set, take time to read this.&lt;br /&gt;Every page is filled with backstabbing, plotting, dangerous liaisons and great humour which&lt;br /&gt;makes for a thoroughly entertaining read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks to go ! N'lvl paper will be so DONE !&lt;br /&gt;And my wonderful sweet sugar coated holidays starts ! Can't wait for N'lvl to end !&lt;br /&gt;I'll be studying super hard for my papers and enjoy hardly on my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Party every single night, shop till i drop in the afternoon .&lt;br /&gt;Actually i've plan to work but i'm not too sure i could get one . And i'll resume as a model and no longer on hold ! And i'll take every shoots that's being offered !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm getting it !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RuprZMoFKjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H_yFe6Fn7r8/s1600-h/350+prasho-1x9122nerop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110014807835486770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RuprZMoFKjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H_yFe6Fn7r8/s320/350+prasho-1x9122nerop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prada ! $350&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Ruprj8oFKkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/biv760ptvUM/s1600-h/330+prasho-1p8350nerop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110014992519080514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Ruprj8oFKkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/biv760ptvUM/s320/330+prasho-1p8350nerop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prada ! $330&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RuprsMoFKlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uZHy30QrXM8/s1600-h/85+switch1_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110015134253001298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RuprsMoFKlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uZHy30QrXM8/s320/85+switch1_normal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Topshop ! $ unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rupr3coFKmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XLG7PeVkgx0/s1600-h/20+61A60RBLE_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110015327526529634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rupr3coFKmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XLG7PeVkgx0/s320/20+61A60RBLE_normal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Topshop ! $ unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no longer being able to wait for you. There are so many people out there waiting for me .&lt;br /&gt;I just can't waste my youth on a jerk like you . Played with feelings just like changing your clothes. I'll forget you hardly and remain you as a friend . So we're still friends . You can carry on playing with others feelings but you're so done with mine ! We're from lovers to friends and we'll stay on as friends. BESTIE FRIENDS ! Btw, i've told you that i'll looked out for a job for you as a bartender right ? I'm still helping you looking for one. BOY, study hard for your O's . I'll forget you as the one i loved one day ! We'll remain as bestie friends. =DDDD Wish me luck for getting you out of my heart !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-6986360882893540617?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6986360882893540617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6986360882893540617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/09/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RuprZMoFKjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/H_yFe6Fn7r8/s72-c/350+prasho-1x9122nerop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2153047831841657906</id><published>2007-09-01T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:37:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alright ! I'm like forcing myself to update because it seems like i didn't update recently !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I forgot what i did for the pass few days ! Hmms. All i remembered was cheese cake . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Teacher's day celebration, i did chocolate cheese cake for my teachers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and Carrie made the peach cheese cake . Thanks to me ! I taught her ! Wahahas !&lt;br /&gt;Skip to today because i really forgot what happen for the past few days !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SATURDAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Went back to school for extra class ! Chinese lesson ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And it was so horrible becuase only 3 turned up ! I just couldn't believe it !&lt;br /&gt;After that min cheng and i went off for lunch ! We were super hungry !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In the evening, went out with Natasha . We went to the national library to study !&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY ! My brain cells are dying soon ! REAL SOON !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After that, went off to meet Seow Wei and Iris ! I just got to know Seow Wei today !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;She's sweet and pretty ! And I didn't met up with Iris for like months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and at last we're meeting up ! HAHAS ! I MISS HER !&lt;br /&gt;At that time, We're totally out of mind. We kept laughing non stop . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We went off to eat. I was super hungry !&lt;br /&gt;We chat and laugh non stop ! We only stopped laughing when we're home ! Hahas !&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I'M BORED ! And i miss Seow Wei and Iris ! LOVES !&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RtmijuIZ1rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NWIoRTxZf4U/s1600-h/Image019ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105290387163567794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RtmijuIZ1rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NWIoRTxZf4U/s320/Image019ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;TODAY !               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RtmiuuIZ1sI/AAAAAAAAAIM/m9_tLdWZvdE/s1600-h/P27-08-07_18.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105290576142128834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RtmiuuIZ1sI/AAAAAAAAAIM/m9_tLdWZvdE/s320/P27-08-07_18.32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;FRIDAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-2153047831841657906?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2153047831841657906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2153047831841657906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday.html' title='SATURDAY'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RtmijuIZ1rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NWIoRTxZf4U/s72-c/Image019ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-1134390700183177998</id><published>2007-08-14T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:11:35.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those days !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Past few days, my life was totally terrible ! Nothing but studies all because of the "sweet" prelims ! Burning the mid night oil kills tons and lots ! Eyes bags is like a confirm and there isn't a need to be said ! It just throw my face away and put a shame on myself just because of the eye bags ! I admit i did went out during those few days of prelims. BUT i went out to study and yes ended up shopping and playing around. But at least i did study. After 2 papers, i then realise that what i've learnt and studied the past few years, months, weeks and even days are all gone ! Dam it ! Once i've seen the paper, my mind just gone blank. I was like I did learn this last night i read it through BUT i just go blank and totally can't recall it ! Seriously a stupid and dumb thing i've ever gone through. Those days are the freak-est day i've ever had ! And i do admit that i'm starting to drop and my so call likes for studies has slowly becoming hate or lets say boring ! Nothing fun and nothing nice to remember. If everything was his name for that, for sure i've remembered it well !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Prelims are happily over ! Happiness and joy ness ! Thinking of all the enjoyments i've always wanted to do. But something really bad happened ! On friday i was like suppose to catch a movie with Natasha ! But ended up didn't. I was having pms and it totally hurts ! It hurts till i fainted and even got a fever and vomited out. It was the worse pms i ever had ! Dam it ! Just blame me for drinking cold drinks which i couldn't. After few hours of suffering, i got better but weak. Drinking water makes me vomit everything out which is water. Couldn't eat anything. The tot of food at that time make me go green ! Sick sicky sick !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was bad and boring ! Every single one PS me ! I'm left alone at home. chatted online with carrie and sebas . Carrie was busy watching bleach and sebas was like asking me if i need him to accompany me. Hahas ! I played CS ! Yes yes yes ! Super fun but i've got head shot tons of time which made me totally crazy and stopped play. I wonder why i can't enjoy games like others do. Why Why Why ?! Could anyone just tell me why ?! I miss Carrie alot since friday. Hahas I hope she's happy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today school was BORING ! My mind wasn't ready to study but i've just got to force myself because there's 28 schooling days left and then comes the N'lvl ! Super little time left for me to catch up every single bit of work ! Just got to work hard for the aim that i've always wanted ! I believe if i study hard, i can make it ! Got back my results for English and maths ! Yes yes yes. I felt terrified when we were told that we're getting back our results ! Overall for english, i did pass but pass badly. I also did pass my maths but pass badly. Errs.. Wait ! Everything is not confirm till we've go through it. Hahas ! Sebas wanna bite me ! HURHUR ! Just because i keep telling him i'm gonna fail and ended up passing ! HURHUR !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you think i'm still thinking of you, i can tell you that i am but i'm putting my studies in front of you ! Maybe if i avoid every single thing and just study, maybe i'll be moving on to my study life and as in you, you still will be in my heart moving on too. There's a you in my heart so nothing seems to change ! LOVES;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when I think&lt;br /&gt;When I let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;It's all over me&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp;amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose the love I've found.&lt;br /&gt;i flow through my act&lt;br /&gt;the question is he needed and decide all the girl i can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;looking at the last year like i did, i could never see us ending like this.&lt;br /&gt;seeing your face no more on my pillow is a scene that's never happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;but after this episode i don't see, you could never tell the next thing life could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you say you wont then you say you will&lt;br /&gt;you keep me hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but we're not moving on&lt;br /&gt;He keeps his distance and sits on fences puts up resistance and builds defenses.&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's my turn to keep my distance and sits on fences puts up resistance and bulids defenses.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know how it feels like to know you're no long here for me&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The key to your heart have changed&lt;br /&gt;and i was the last to know the key has change&lt;br /&gt;Do you how it feels to love someone so strong&lt;br /&gt;that he told you that he was just playing with your feelings&lt;br /&gt;And that could have made me suicidal !&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me that you're happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-1134390700183177998?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1134390700183177998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/1134390700183177998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/08/those-days.html' title='Those days !'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-6113007029126505987</id><published>2007-07-31T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:12:59.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                         HORRIBLE AND TERRIFYING DAY I HAD !&lt;br /&gt;                         BUT LOTS OF MADNESS WITH AMIRAH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After the terrifying prelim English paper 1 and 2 was over, i realise that i couldn't see my future at all ! That's so horrible and terrible !&lt;br /&gt;Went to KFC for lunch with Mc, Carrie and Fely .&lt;br /&gt;I was super duper full but i felt like eating ice cream and no one want to have some ice cream so ended up, i didn't eat ice cream ! I'll get it tomorrow ! Hahas !&lt;br /&gt;After that went off to meet my darling Amirah ! She came over to my house and i went to bathe .&lt;br /&gt;While she was waiting, she used my lappy toppy and even web cam with her friend using my web cam . Hahas !&lt;br /&gt;After that we went off to study !&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that i'm actually going to study again !&lt;br /&gt;As a result, amirah and me CANNOT study together !&lt;br /&gt;We kept talking and laughing most of the time . I talked till i've lost my voice !&lt;br /&gt;We did some maths before heading to TM for neoprints . After that, we went home !&lt;br /&gt;Worse of all, i can't sleep already ! It's like dinner time in a few minutes !&lt;br /&gt;I'll be super sleepy when i start studying again !&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; I'M SLEEPY  AND I'VE NOT FINISH STUDYING YET !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think my Maths paper tomorrow is gonna be a totally gone case again !&lt;br /&gt;Got to bring lots of tissue tomorrow !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PHOTOS THAT WERE TAKEN JUST NOW !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34yAYPhlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lV6sgYxNw_c/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093000291604727378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34yAYPhlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lV6sgYxNw_c/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After neoprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34qAYPhkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QtcVFqxBR0U/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093000154165773890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34qAYPhkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QtcVFqxBR0U/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlings ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34kwYPhjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zCoIPn76qM8/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093000063971460658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34kwYPhjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zCoIPn76qM8/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More then half .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34cwYPhiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nFoAVh0jpeY/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092999926532507170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34cwYPhiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nFoAVh0jpeY/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34UwYPhhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/M6_h7HCl6uw/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092999789093553682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34UwYPhhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/M6_h7HCl6uw/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ! She's trying to hit me with her head !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34GAYPhgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RNkP1pmGovs/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092999535690483202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34GAYPhgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RNkP1pmGovs/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used a guy's shirt to take ! We're so mean !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq334gYPhfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yorHc_mF96c/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092999303762249202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq334gYPhfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yorHc_mF96c/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq33rQYPheI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MRtB7rfM5OA/s1600-h/Image004a+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092999076128982498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq33rQYPheI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MRtB7rfM5OA/s320/Image004a+(12).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT time !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq33iQYPhdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Agjrfs4ZF0Q/s1600-h/Image004a+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092998921510159826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq33iQYPhdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Agjrfs4ZF0Q/s320/Image004a+(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo that we LOVE ! Sweets ~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq33agYPhcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TKBEPuNzOkg/s1600-h/Image004a+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092998788366173634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq33agYPhcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TKBEPuNzOkg/s320/Image004a+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq33SQYPhbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ge75roxRpLw/s1600-h/Image004a+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092998646632252850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq33SQYPhbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ge75roxRpLw/s320/Image004a+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper half ~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq33CwYPhaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gfi6lXZNIaM/s1600-h/Image004a+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092998380344280482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq33CwYPhaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gfi6lXZNIaM/s320/Image004a+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MATHS NERDS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq327wYPhZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/riS_BITrXCs/s1600-h/Image004a+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092998260085196178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq327wYPhZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/riS_BITrXCs/s320/Image004a+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being mean once more ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq323gYPhYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dQNOFpe_ZoA/s1600-h/Image004a+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092998187070752130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq323gYPhYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dQNOFpe_ZoA/s320/Image004a+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq32fAYPhXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2wM3-S-tY88/s1600-h/Image004a+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092997766163957106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq32fAYPhXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2wM3-S-tY88/s320/Image004a+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq32MQYPhWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MrxbxxtjEUw/s1600-h/Image004a+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092997444041409890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq32MQYPhWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MrxbxxtjEUw/s320/Image004a+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARLINGS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq31xwYPhVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yFFdA_93FZE/s1600-h/Image004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092996988774876498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq31xwYPhVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yFFdA_93FZE/s320/Image004a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wearing !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq31UwYPhUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/R7ww0Y8fYA0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092996490558670146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq31UwYPhUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/R7ww0Y8fYA0/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy sweet times when we're waiting for the train !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OH BOY;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't wish me luck at all . I really do miss you !&lt;br /&gt;I think of you during my paper today and i really seriously miss you lots !&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-6113007029126505987?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6113007029126505987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6113007029126505987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/horrible-and-terrifying-day-i-had-but.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rq34yAYPhlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lV6sgYxNw_c/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3374294558981163480</id><published>2007-07-30T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:58:54.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;MY WONDERFUL STUDYING CUM PLAYING DAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm totally being a good girl today by staying at home and study&lt;br /&gt;because my prelims starts tomorrow ! Freaking hell shit !&lt;br /&gt;I tried studying and taking in words as much as i could but end up&lt;br /&gt;drinking and eating chips more then studying ! And i started taking photos !&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful could it be ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyxFwYPhEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EkAdEtBW924/s1600-h/room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092639991093232706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyxFwYPhEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EkAdEtBW924/s320/room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lappy and Drinky .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyxkgYPhFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/quQIHPTtbwA/s1600-h/things.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092640519374210130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyxkgYPhFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/quQIHPTtbwA/s320/things.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyyRAYPhHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bnoqUH45r1U/s1600-h/lamp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092641283878388850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyyRAYPhHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bnoqUH45r1U/s320/lamp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lamp; My RAIN hp chain and PIGS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyyyAYPhII/AAAAAAAAAEU/di_v_YNleY0/s1600-h/study.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092641850814071938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyyyAYPhII/AAAAAAAAAEU/di_v_YNleY0/s320/study.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study ! READ IT ! =DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyzBwYPhJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7yPSUza5MYY/s1600-h/bestie1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092642121397011602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyzBwYPhJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7yPSUza5MYY/s320/bestie1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my 2 SWEETNESS ! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyzVQYPhKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4XKx8kq5nrg/s1600-h/sunglasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092642456404460706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyzVQYPhKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4XKx8kq5nrg/s320/sunglasses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo gave me this ! LOVES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyzjwYPhLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/St6tBlj7PYs/s1600-h/presents!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092642705512563890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyzjwYPhLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/St6tBlj7PYs/s320/presents!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and Wei jie 's birthday present ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyzyQYPhMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WQcGiK6IkWs/s1600-h/boxer+shorts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092642954620667074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyzyQYPhMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WQcGiK6IkWs/s320/boxer+shorts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei jie's present really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me and mc when we bought it ! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy0EwYPhNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CR6bwibvhG8/s1600-h/pig.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092643272448246994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy0EwYPhNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CR6bwibvhG8/s320/pig.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Hp holder ! =PP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy0UwYPhOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/X2LojElOZLs/s1600-h/DKNY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092643547326153954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy0UwYPhOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/X2LojElOZLs/s320/DKNY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DKNY bag given by Jo ! LOVES !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy0lQYPhPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dDRT2CblFLY/s1600-h/goong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092643830793995506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy0lQYPhPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dDRT2CblFLY/s320/goong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found ! =)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy1MwYPhRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lLVwQJLPgHM/s1600-h/Image19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092644509398828306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy1MwYPhRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lLVwQJLPgHM/s320/Image19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Webcam-ing with Peggy !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy1egYPhSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3lYmg3IrShE/s1600-h/Image20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092644814341506338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy1egYPhSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3lYmg3IrShE/s320/Image20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BORED KILLS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy1_gYPhTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dsSo3bWlJuY/s1600-h/Image21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092645381277189426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/Rqy1_gYPhTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dsSo3bWlJuY/s320/Image21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blue toppy ! Bored brings wildness !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My sweetness friends~&lt;br /&gt;All the best for our prelims !&lt;br /&gt;Lets create a rainbow for our results !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OH BOY ~&lt;br /&gt;Would you wish my all the best for my prelim ?&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you will but it seems like you didn't and it really sadden me !&lt;br /&gt;I miss you lots but do you ?&lt;br /&gt;How i wish you were here with me .&lt;br /&gt;I kept wishing upon a star that you'll be back . But wishes come true only in fairy tales .&lt;br /&gt;I kept dreaming that you're back too . But dreams are meant for sleeping .&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's meant for reality cause i really love you so . =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3374294558981163480?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3374294558981163480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3374294558981163480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-wonderful-studying-cum-playing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqyxFwYPhEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EkAdEtBW924/s72-c/room.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-5380285595903301378</id><published>2007-07-28T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:45:20.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKED UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY DAY WAS SO FREAKED UP !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I couldn't attend Kenny's So called "wedding dinner" just because i'm sick ?!&lt;br /&gt;It seriously made me so freaked up. Had a bad quarrel with my mummy .&lt;br /&gt;Quarrel twice and not once .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OH ! WHY CAN'T SHE UNDERSTAND ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Went down to get some things from Jon. And Jon came with Dion .&lt;br /&gt;Jon pass me the books and we chit chat for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Dion. She's sure bored to death !&lt;br /&gt;She don't even know me when i don't even know her .&lt;br /&gt;Jon didn't really bother about intro-ing her and just told her my name and told me her name,&lt;br /&gt;so she don't even know what we're talking about .&lt;br /&gt;When i was talking half way, Emma and Jen came and hug me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SERIOUSLY GOT SHOCKED !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I even scream when they did that ! Hahas !&lt;br /&gt;Both of them were crazy at that time .&lt;br /&gt;They called me sugar coated girl which really makes me wonder why would they give me such a name ! Jon calls me Miss bueno just because i asked him to buy kinder bueno !&lt;br /&gt;And it reminds me of my classmates ! I've plenty of names given by my classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NOT LONG AGO PHOTOS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoRXgYPg3I/AAAAAAAAACM/ek4cmA7FtYw/s1600-h/DSC02851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091901424222045042" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoRXgYPg3I/AAAAAAAAACM/ek4cmA7FtYw/s320/DSC02851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did this for my wifey carrie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoR5gYPg4I/AAAAAAAAACU/dyedR77MHCo/s1600-h/Sweetie116ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091902008337597314" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoR5gYPg4I/AAAAAAAAACU/dyedR77MHCo/s320/Sweetie116ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SWEETNEES BITCHES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoShgYPg5I/AAAAAAAAACc/tMt3dc8jnOk/s1600-h/Sweetie138ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091902695532364690" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoShgYPg5I/AAAAAAAAACc/tMt3dc8jnOk/s320/Sweetie138ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOGETHERNESS ! SWEETNESS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoTYgYPg6I/AAAAAAAAACk/F2haLOkOges/s1600-h/Sweetie162ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091903640425169826" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoTYgYPg6I/AAAAAAAAACk/F2haLOkOges/s320/Sweetie162ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GIRLS JUST FOR SCIENCE LESSON !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoUdQYPg7I/AAAAAAAAACs/0qUGEH5iYJM/s1600-h/Sweetie042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091904821541176242" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoUdQYPg7I/AAAAAAAAACs/0qUGEH5iYJM/s320/Sweetie042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTERS ! OFF FOR A SWIM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoXswYPg-I/AAAAAAAAADE/39JKY465JdU/s1600-h/Sweetie181ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091908386364031970" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoXswYPg-I/AAAAAAAAADE/39JKY465JdU/s320/Sweetie181ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANOTHER SHOT BEFORE GOING FOR A SWIM !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoVFgYPg8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GYk4ys0Jv4c/s1600-h/Sweetie161ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091905513030910914" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoVFgYPg8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GYk4ys0Jv4c/s320/Sweetie161ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF WITH MY REAL BLOOD SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoV4AYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fhqD91izfyY/s1600-h/hoho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091906380614304722" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoV4AYPg9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fhqD91izfyY/s320/hoho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS BORED AND DREW THIS LONG AGO!&lt;br /&gt;MR DEVIL LOVE IT RIGHT?! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoZVQYPg_I/AAAAAAAAADM/mxQnsWioOek/s1600-h/1104807304415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091910181660361714" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoZVQYPg_I/AAAAAAAAADM/mxQnsWioOek/s320/1104807304415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS ! STFU NOOB ! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-READ IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNWANTED or RUBBISH COMMENTS ARE NOT NEEDED !&lt;br /&gt;MY BLOG MY SAY ! =))&lt;/strong&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/11820090-5380285595903301378?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5380285595903301378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5380285595903301378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/freaked-up.html' title='FREAKED UP'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OQP8_x0Frps/RqoRXgYPg3I/AAAAAAAAACM/ek4cmA7FtYw/s72-c/DSC02851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-867595587505859831</id><published>2007-07-25T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:17:59.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today was totally a bad day for me. Seriously bad! It was raining and it was super duper cold and i forgot to bring my jacket. Luckily enough that i've 3 packet of tissue because i'm having a bad bad cold since Sunday and now, its getting worse. Nothing much happen in school today. Only that i've been freezing in school the whole day!  And best of all, i took ice cream after school. Hahas! When carrie, fely and me were half way through, bus 10 came! So we hurry went up the bus. Hahas! And we carry on eating in the bus. After i've finish eating, i hold on to fely cause i going to fall already. And she was still eating. Hahas. At the moment, the bus was kinda rocky then i grab fely's hand and say hurry hold the pole but she was holding her spoon full of ice cream and she was shaking! Hahas! It was so funny. We couldn't stop laughing. And i told her that i'll blog about it. Hahas. We kept laughing non-stop! fely saw a seat and she quickly went to sit. And she told me that now she could eat her ice cream in peace. Hahas! Finally, we reached tampines inter. Carrie, fely and xin wen went to meet wilson and jia hao for a movie. I didn't go cause they watching the movie call ALONE! It's a scary movie and i will NEVER watch that! So i went back home. Nice to be home cause i rush to my room and cover myself with my blanket. Super duper cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Btw, i downloaded audition again! After that, i played for awhile and switch it off. Cause i'm not feeling well. After that waited for xin wen. Cause we say we'll play audition at night. So waited waited waited.  He sms me then we went to play. And that's when my bad luck is back! When i was playing half way, it start to lag. And slowly it got worse. Till the last game, my com hanged! It auto did recovery and auto rebot! What the hell! Gosh! Can't believe it! My friends kept laughing cause my com hang. And that Rong Shun laugh the most! He kept laughing non-stop! And my brother ken ho he kept laughing too! I ask ken to buy for me a com then he gave me the CRYING face. Wth! My brother so bad. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My wife(carrie) feeling down again. Hais. Just hope she's be fine. She was fine the whole day but now, she's totally feeling down. Poor wife of mine. Cool down okies? =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Turn it inside out so I can see&lt;br /&gt;The part of you that's drifting over me&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you're never there&lt;br /&gt;But when I sleep you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me how I got this far&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why you're here and who you are'&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time I look&lt;br /&gt;You're never there&lt;br /&gt;And every time I sleep&lt;br /&gt;You're always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're everything I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That makes me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize the way you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's hard to think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You might not be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I sense it now, the water's getting deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I try to wash the pain away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I touch your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's then I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The beauty that's within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's now that we begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You always light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hope there never comes a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No matter where I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I always feel you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;It's you I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're everything I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That makes me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in everyone I see&lt;br /&gt;So tell me&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how i feel every single day. And i was wondering how can i face the days without you. But i believe i'm not alone cause i see you everywhere. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-867595587505859831?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/867595587505859831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/867595587505859831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-totally-bad-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-5320620061448247735</id><published>2007-07-24T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:45:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo hoo hoo</title><content type='html'>At last, i return back to school! I'm still sick but i could stand the pain at the moment. So no harm going back to school. This week, i CANNOT and MUST NOT take any MC. Because prelims starts next week on Monday. GOSH! I've to put my mind and focus on my books and not him. So i've to try hard to switch my main focus on my books. I've got to make books part of my fav stuff. BUT i doubt it will success. HAHAS! I couldn't wait till next week on Monday. Not because on that day my prelim starts but jay is at the welcoming party! WEE! Jay Chou! Jay Chou! Jay Jay Jay! Hahas! I know i'm totally crazy about him but lalalas, so what! Hahas. It's me. I'm just so crazy over jay chou and trying making myself and my life happier and brighter? Does being hyper a crime? Does it kill anyone? Does the law states that no one could be hyper? NO! It don't! Hahas! Okies, i think it's getting way to over. So i'll put a stop to it now. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my classmates extra extra lots except for 1 particular girl which i can't bring myself to treat her and per normal or what. The HATE is still in it! It just seems to grow even worse then ever. And you seems to be the first person who make me hate you so much! But that didn't bug my life. I don't even give a dam on you. I still have my life which i want to make is wonderful but i doubt it will without the him. But i guess friends, darlings, brothers, sisters, step daughter and wife would make my life just fine. With you my life will be dam wonderful but guess it won't come true. But i still wish and hope it will. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i hate my wife(carrie) BUT i still love her as much as ever. Just hate her for spelling my name wrongly. Hahas! My wife is as blur as me. She really got to study her maths ( time) well. Count also count wrongly. Hahas! But that make her funny i guess. Hahas! Can't stop laughing at her. But i promise i won't laugh at you about this tomorrow. HAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny's birthday is coming and he told us that we could share money to buy him a present. Hahas! He so think skin! Even ask for present so many time! Some more still give some idea on what to get for him! Hahas! Gonna get him something healthy which is bananna! Hahas! JOKING! I really have no idea what to get for him and i'm totally broke! Or maybe i should act blur and take it as i don't even know his birthday is coming or act as if i've forgotten about it. Hahas! I feel kinda evil! Hahas! Some more Natasha's birthday is on the same date and day as Kenny! ARGH! I'm BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i or shoudn't i play audi? Hahas! Felt like playing it again but sometime it's kinda boring! Some more if no audi money, cannot shop then ever more bored! But Xinwen say he will see how much he have and he'll give me an item! Hahas! So i've to crack my brain and think. Brainstroming! Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind full of him but there isn't anything i could do. All i know is that he don't bother about me. SIGH! I miss, love, think and dream of him. I'm all about him! Hahas! =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-5320620061448247735?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5320620061448247735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5320620061448247735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/boo-hoo-hoo.html' title='boo hoo hoo'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-3133668105726302209</id><published>2007-07-23T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:12:11.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family gather!</title><content type='html'>Felt kinda better but it still hurts on and off. So kinda piss off cause i couldn't eat KFC MAC etc. Totally hate it alot! BUT! Today we had family gathering and it was held at a hotel. Some kind of restaurant in there. So only for today, i could eat whatever i want! After that my cousin, she asked me if i wanna go bugis shop shop. For me anything! Didn't go out since i was sick! Took the chance to go out now. So told my mummy that i'm going shopping. Hohos! We walked around before heading to bugis. Saw the welcoming of Jay Chou! Super happy and can't wait to get the tickets! All i have to do now is find my friends who are as crazy as me to get the tickets together and get the pass to the Tea Dance Party that is the welcome of Jay Chou! And best of all, he will be there too! WEE! Can't wait to get the tickets and the passes! After that, we head down to bugis. Walked around. And sad to say, i bought a sunglasses, a dress and a necklace. How sad! Went shopping and end up with this little stuff. SIGH! After that around 5.05P.M. , went to the salon called Fabulous Tan. My cousin wanted to do tanning and she asked me if i wanted too. We kept thinking and they can't slot us in as there's alot of people are waiting too. Overall, we didn't do the tanning and my cousin asked me to be a member with her and i'm still thinking if i should. So we left and went walk walk. We saw this nice wedding shop called GRACEFUL IMAGE! So we went in. Saw the bridal gowns and my cousin tried 2 gowns. It was so nice! All i could say is that she's BEAUTIFUL! So talk talk see the price of the package and it's wroth it! After seeing all the gowns, i fell in love with it! Hahas! Anyway, gonna design a gown for myself as a bride's maid. LOLS! The designer say that i looked tall! She asked me if i was a model. And i told her that i am and i'm doing part time as i've got school. And she didn't believe that i was 16 years old! My cousin told her that if there's any photoshoot or shows, she can find me. Hahas! After that, we went for dinner. We were thinking where to eat. After awhile, we planned to eat at TCC! We shared food as we don't eat much. Super full after that! Chit chat awhile then went back home. It have been a long time ever since i went out with her. I miss her alot! She's a wonder cousin of mine! Love her totally lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she talked about r/s, i think of him. SIGH! It totally made my mood go sad. And felt so bitter? Yea! Bitterness! Heart hurts. And i kept wondering why am i scared to face him or am i avoiding him? HAIS. He is part of my life and i miss him alot. What can i do right now? I've to change and study for my prelims. After his O's and my N'lvl, then talk over about it? SIGH! He seems to be UN BOTHERED about me. SIGH! When can he come and ease the pain i'm having in my hurt?  When will he be back? Am i dreaming all this while? Can he feel how i'm feeling all this while? Can he hear me calling for him? Can he feel my heart? Is he feeling the same? Can he understand how i feel right now? Will he be here for me when he's needed? SIGH! He totally left his name in my heart. SIGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-3133668105726302209?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3133668105726302209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/3133668105726302209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/family-gather.html' title='family gather!'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-677453007843420718</id><published>2007-07-21T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:00:18.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on MC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On thursday 19/07/07 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I didn't go to school. Wasn't feel any better and my mummy got worried and send me to the doctor again. She kept asking me how am i and i only could answer her pain, very pain. After seeing the doctor, the doctor gave me 2 more medi and there's one so called painkiller, wasn't strong enough so he gave me a stronger ones. Wondering if this sickness could be cured. Missed lesson for 3 days already. It's gonna be hard to catch up with the others. Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, Friday, 20/07/07  -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Keep asking my mummy to let me go to school and at last she allowed me. So she sent me to school. Happily entering the school when something really sucks happened. In the classroom, the pain is back! Very pain! Called my mummy up and she came to school and pick me up. She put me at my grandmother's place. She didn't let me stay home cause no one was at home. At least my grandmother's place have my elder cousin, the maid and my grandmother. My face turned super pale. They were so worried asked me if i wanna go to the hospital but i say it's okies. Just take a nap and it would be fine i guess. The pain was killing me. Tears kept rolling down. The pain was totally unbearable. Sigh! I asked Min cheng if it is hard for me to catch up with the others and she told me that it's hard to catch up, so i asked her to help me and she said okies. Thank step daughter (Min Cheng). At the moment, i was worried about my wifey(Carrie). She's suffer from what i've suffered before. Just hope she'll stop crying and saying herself useless. Seeing her was like seeing the past me. I seriously don't wish to see her suffer like i do in the past and even now. All i could say that both of us are a fool. Them may think we're fooling around with them but they didn't know that it was them who actually fooled us which made us a stupid fool. Stupidly waiting for them to be by our side once more. How stupid of us! &lt;strong&gt;Wifey (Carrie) if he just leave you alone like now, i'll be there for you!&lt;/strong&gt; Try to forget what he say. I know it's hard but just give it a try. Remember what you've told me or when i told you before, &lt;strong&gt;big girls don't cry, big girls stay strong&lt;/strong&gt;. Cheer up my wifey! I understand how you feel right now. Just don't fall into depression. Don't fall apart. &lt;strong&gt;Stay strong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Didn't attend school for 4 days. Sigh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thinking, missing and loving you totally hurts and made me suffer. I didn't mind all this as long as you're here for me. But now, you throw/left me at a corner in the dark and just go away. When i was sick, in my heart tons of misses are missing you. You just didn't bother like what i've done to myself. Didn't bother if i'm sick. Not seeing a doctor till last minute. The risk that i've took made me know how stupid and silly i was. TOTALLY! Sigh! Loving;you;still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-677453007843420718?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/677453007843420718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/677453007843420718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-mc.html' title='on MC!'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-6030174342875920228</id><published>2007-07-19T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:12:14.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was on MC today but I've got to go back to school for my N'lvl Chinese oral. So went to TM to meet min cheng and took a cab down to school. Hais. Wasn't feeling any better. Felt worse. After oral went to eat and came home. Reached home head hurts alot and my kidney there hurts alot! My sickness is getting worse. Feeling so weak right now. Anyway, i miss my classmates! Didn't see them on tue and today! Kinda miss them. Hopefully i'm able to go back to school tomorrow. HOPEFULLY! HOPE HOPE HOPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He didn't bother about me. And that makes me so sad! Bitter life. But i guess i'm just fine. My heart is numb. Learning to get use to it. Deepest hurts and bitterness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-6030174342875920228?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6030174342875920228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6030174342875920228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-was-on-mc-today-but-ive-got-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-4008517797290892632</id><published>2007-07-18T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:04:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My sickness is killing me. I've been waiting for you to ask me go and see a doctor or what for weeks. But you didn't. You didn't even care at all. I've been so stupid by taking the risk by waiting till today. The pain was totally unbearable. Guess what I've done to myself?! After a week it got worse, I've to go for a scan. I can't believe you didn't even bother. Guess even if i die you also won't bother. Hais. Had fever without knowing. How stupid of me. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;After some thinking, i guess all i could say is so be it. Anyway my sickness seems to be hopeless. Just hope to go on with a happy life with my friends before anything happen to me.&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/11820090-4008517797290892632?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4008517797290892632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4008517797290892632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick_17.html' title='SICK!'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-453566423848333462</id><published>2007-07-04T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:09:58.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lately i'm still sick. IT got worse. Hurt alot! My mummy kept asking me to see a doctor but i didn't. No matter how many of you ask me, i won't. All of you should know why i won't go. SIGH! My parent ask me to hurry go and see a doctor because it maybe appendix and appendix is serious? Hmms. I don't know. All i know that if i die, i'll be kinda happy cause no worries and i won't cry any more. I don't know. SIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm still missing you and i'm trying my best to change my bad attitude. Hopefully you know that i've change. I really do love you lots. I always wanted to tell you this, "busted, i love you lots!" Sound so stupid! Hmms. Wait you're not a busted. No matter what others call you, i still love you. LOVES;YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-453566423848333462?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/453566423848333462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/453566423848333462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-4942289756239751704</id><published>2007-07-01T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:40:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yong an say i have cancer! =((&lt;br /&gt;And i actually kinda believe him and kept thinking if i should see a doctor. I find myself so stupid! Actually believe what Yongan say but i still kinda believe him. So I'm thinking hardly if i should see a doctor anot. Or maybe it's gastric. If it is really gastric, i can't be bothered to see a doctor! See also no use! And my mummy thinks that it's appendix.(did i spell it right?) So less then 50% I'll see a doctor. So See how it goes. It already hurt for a week and I'm trying to hold on because of some stuff i hope to know. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in pain right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy, can't you see that i love you so? Dumb boy, i'm waiting for you. I really do love you. My heart can't take any lies. You know that don't you? You know i'll be hurt or sad if you really do lie to me. But overall, I still believe in you cause i love you boy! LOVES;YOU! Boy i'm sorry for my bad attitude on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-4942289756239751704?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4942289756239751704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/4942289756239751704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/07/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-2051142670180525375</id><published>2007-06-30T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:49:16.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry. and i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I freaking cried again. Really hate myself. Attitude became bad as in getting angry easily. No idea why but all i know that I've got to change because today i quarreled with him. Felt piss but hurt and sad the most. Really sorry. I was rude to you. Realised my mistake and my bad attitude. I'll change and would you be here for me to support me? Would you stand by me? All i need is you and your support. I'm willing to talke all risk and i know you won't do that for me. Only stupid person like me would do that. Guess the feeling was strong. You know i just need you and just need to know that you'll be here for me. Is it possible? Will you make it come true? Carrie, Min cheng and my real blood brother(nicholas) told me to talk about that feeling thingy after your O'lvl. I agreed with them. So now i'll stand by you no matter what happen. Willing to change every thing that's bad. You talking bike lesson. And i told you not to but you like bikes. As i say in the long past post that i'll support you and i really mean it. Till now i'll still support you. Just take care and don't fall sick any more. SIGH! My life sucks. I'm such a loner in love. All i wanted was you. I'm trying to hold on to you but it just seems to be diffcult. Seriously i'll wait for you. I hope what you told me in the past were true. And all your promises too. I'll believe in you no matter what. Sorry for what has happen today. I didn't mean to be rude to you. SORRY BOY. LOVES; YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-2051142670180525375?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2051142670180525375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/2051142670180525375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry-and-i-love-you.html' title='sorry. and i love you.'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8779314120100438030</id><published>2007-06-29T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:10:28.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED OFF!   / Jason i need you so!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today totally got pissed off! And out came the vulgarity. Never use it for like so long! And now my anger is back and it's the worse of the worse! I feel kinda bad after scolding all the vulgarity but what can i say, i have limit too. Don't push it over. Seriously and totally got pissed off! And i will NEVER give in to you! Carrie can do it for now only but i just can't. Cause i hate you to the core! Hate you too much, that no words can describle! You are the first person who made me become like this! You're the first one that i hate so much! Ever since you have become HIS god mei, you totally pissed me off and now me and HIM seems like there's nothing to talk and all thank to you!  Idiot! Don't piss me off tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I really don't know what i've done wrong that make you treat me so cold. I wonder if you're really busy or what. You told me your phone got problem can't reply and can you explain to me why you can reply this morning? I don't what lies or white lies. You told me a white lie once and i just forget it but if this time you do it again, all i can say is that it will hurt me alot and will affect me dam lots too. I've cried for you for 2 days and do you ever know about it? No you don't. You don't know how i feel and i just don't know how to tell you. Whenever i try telling you, you always treat it like a joke and will treat me so cold. I just wish this don't carry on any more. I don't wish to cry for you daily. It really hurt me alot. I wanted you so much and this is what i get. Seriously don't know what i'll do next. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-8779314120100438030?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8779314120100438030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/8779314120100438030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/06/pissed-off-jason-i-need-you-so.html' title='PISSED OFF!   / Jason i need you so!'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-6549660743493597482</id><published>2007-06-28T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:43:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt sick. and i love you so!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last night cried at 9+ then stopped awhile after that cry again all the way till 2+. Just can't get to sleep. SIGH! This morning not feeling well. At the hall, i felt like fainting but lucky i didn't. After awhile got better. BUT During maths lesson, i felt that it getting worse. Everything was giddy and blur. Gonna faint so i quickly close my eyes and rest. The feeling was horrible. After maths lesson went for CPA, walk also can't walk properly too giddy and blur. Feel so weak. So during CPA i sleep till the lesson end. Felt a little better but head still hurt alot! Guess my pain is coming back again. Hopefully i don't faint. If i faint, i got to go for check up which i don't want too! Brain scan is so scary. Don't even want to hear or talk about it. So scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I felt that ever since that happen, you and me like have nothing to talk about or what. You just don't understand and i can't believe that you replied me a lol! It isn't funny. HAIS! For that, i spend my whole night crying. Sounds so stupid! HAIS! You know i still love you but... HAIS! LOVES; YOU!&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/11820090-6549660743493597482?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6549660743493597482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/6549660743493597482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/06/felt-sick-and-i-love-you-so.html' title='Felt sick. and i love you so!'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-28275360695469</id><published>2007-06-27T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:30:09.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no mood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No mood to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feel like crying do you know that? ASk you not to go and yet you still want to go. You just recover by then. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-28275360695469?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/28275360695469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/28275360695469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-mood.html' title='no mood!'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-5293218171121070676</id><published>2007-06-26T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:35:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE MANJU TONS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;First day of school was kinda bad and bored! This time the timetable totally horrible! Thursday 4 period of science?! Gosh! Can't take it! Even 2 period of science i can't even take it. Didn't really had lessons. Just Eoa and Maths. Super boring but during Eoa lesson, it was just a little fun. Took photo with my sweet darlings and sweet family and friend. Whenever i'm in class, i see that shameless girl, i felt like shouting and even give a slap! But i not that naughty. I don't slap anyone okies! Chit chat with ken, kenny, xin wen and pei wei with my wifey carrie and daughter min cheng. Lots of laughter and rubbish talking! 5 mins before school end, i asked veron and carrie want ask her out talk? They say anything so i went up to tell her after school i've some things to clarify with her. Meet outside school. Fely and min cheng was there too. So i started to ask her things. The way she reply was so dam &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IDIOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can't stand the way she reply to me and i felt like slapping her. Her attitude was so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FARKING FREAK UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And i wonder why she wants to get jason to be in the middle. It's none of his business and he's not involve in this problem. You want him to help you is it? Just tell me and let me know. Such a shameless girl! I've no comment for you! No words that's good suits you at all! Told jason that you want to explain to me? Waited for you to explain but did you ever explain to me?! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU DIDN'T!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hate your innocent face!And your eyes have betray you! What you say were all lies! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE YOU TONS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATES HATES HATES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You're not worth it to fit into the group or being the so call "friends!"&lt;br /&gt;After that planned to get jason down tomorrow and wonder for what?! But since she wants then okies! We'll talk about it tomorrow! I just hate when she say out jason's name!&lt;br /&gt;After that went to KFC with Min cheng, Carrie, Fely and Veron. We talk lots of rubbish. Keep laughing non-stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss you so much. Whatever i do, i kept thinking about you! I'm all about you. I'm seriouly and totally deep in love! I'm a loner in love. SIGH! LOVES; YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-5293218171121070676?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5293218171121070676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/5293218171121070676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/06/hate-manju-tons.html' title='HATE MANJU TONS!'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-367032408673097553</id><published>2007-06-24T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:08:13.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shop till drop! Missing him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I shop and shop till i drop and i'm broke! Totally broke! And now my room is full of shopping bags! Mummy keep nagging why i shop so much and why so many things in my room. Mummy say stop buying soft toys. But i'm sad to say that i can't stop buying. The toy so cute. Love them alot. And mummy, i'm not a small girl. And i told her that i keep soft toy for display and hug them when i watch tv and sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Next thing is that my daddy keep nagging at me saying that i spend alot of money and about the bills. I know i know. I'll cut down. And i told him that i want new hp. He told me to see what i like then tell him. And now i'm looking for 3G nokia phone. I only can get that? But i wan the LG Prada phone!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If daddy or mummy knows that i want the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Prada phone, i'm so dead. So what phone should i get? THINK THINK THINK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Gonna re do my room! New table, bed etc! Hahas! I'm so happy! AT LAST! Everything is gonna be change. But sad to say that i've got to take out my tv and dvd player if i get a bigger bed.BYE TV and DVD PLAYER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He went clubbing with his friends and he'll be home late. I'm waiting for his msg or call when he gets home. Now it's 4.56am any there isn't and msg or call yet. Guess he's not home yet. Sigh! I miss him. Miss miss miss. Okies! Enough! I'm keeping myself up for the call or msg. And for some reason, he owes me ice cream i think. Hahas! Hopefully i'll win! And i think i will! =))&lt;br /&gt;LOVE;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820090-367032408673097553?l=curseme-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/367032408673097553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820090/posts/default/367032408673097553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curseme-.blogspot.com/2007/06/shop-till-drop-missing-him.html' title='shop till drop! Missing him!'/><author><name>piggytheoink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09417818332816115515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y247/piggytheoink/edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820090.post-8183292505253680063</id><published>2007-06-20T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:17:32.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'M SICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm so sorry that i've got to postpone the talking to other days. I'm also sorry that i can't meet him and pass him the things. I'm sorry that i can't go shopping with min cheng. GOSH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'M SORRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss him dearly! Poor him. Start school already. Hais. Some more sch end late. And i sure he is feeling stress at the moment. Hais. Seeing you like this hurts alot. 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