<?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-29783308</id><updated>2011-11-07T12:54:06.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkside Uncovered</title><subtitle type='html'>Called herself a psycho bitch 'cause she's crazy. Lyks to haf fun all day long, jokes, laugh wif frenz in skul. Shout to frenz at e other side of skul. Dats y she called herself psycho. Bitch is not wat u tink it is. Well, most ppl wud tink its bad. but to her, its not. A bitch to her is a gd ting s she's open minded, straight forward n speaks lyk its nobody's business. To sum ppl it may b rude, dats ok. At least she's a gd bitch rite? Hehe.. Try to noe her, den u'll understand better.. Hehe..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-5622001515490609558</id><published>2008-12-03T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:00:07.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder...</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder if other people's life are better than yours?? I do. And Im feeling demoralised by it. If you were to see my previous post, it's my cuzzin's engagement. Haiz.. Its so grand! Well, it's the first from my family to have someone marrying off u noe.. And it started out grand.. =( Well, not only dat. I just feel her life is so blessed! She studies in Australia, working hard, Uncle's rich, has a car, finish with her graduation, fly back her and get engage.. Now, having her fun time in Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's talk abt mine.. Ever since I started poly life, it's nvr been too happy for me. Why?? School's practically work. It's on a 9-5 schedule!! Yea, yea.. Im not suppose to complain since I chose it rite? But seriously, no life. I start skul at 9, finish at 5, start work at 6, finish at 11, go home, sleep, morning wake, back to skul, finish skul, work, den go hm slp, and routine starts over again.. Im soooo tired........ -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den again on the other hand, my mom has been a nag. Cos why? I hardly cleaned the house.. If Im always werking, hardlay at home, how can I be lazy?? Im juz tired.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Nvm la.. I'll update some other time.. Tml I got work after skul.. *roll eyes* Nitez!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-5622001515490609558?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5622001515490609558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=5622001515490609558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/5622001515490609558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/5622001515490609558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder...'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-4148743910892700484</id><published>2008-11-22T20:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:08:29.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Engagement to Lyana and Amir!!</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;Finally!! My elder cuzzin is engaged! She is so pretty!! Haiz.. Very lucky too.. =) Well, anyways, today is her engagement ceremony whereby we were all gathered at the Rendezvous Hotel. Its opposite SMU der la. Haha.. To me its just an engagement la, but since my cuzzin is married to e son of people with pangkat(rank) der, must make it nice la.. And yar, e antaran is $15,000! OMG... So much la, but for my cuz, of course must be high la.. Haha. I didn't take much photos la, coz it was so bz, but at least ders sumting rite?? Haha.. To my surprise ders also my cuz's ex bf dat came. Haha, I wonder how he felt seeing my cuz getting engage to another guy u noe. Haha.. Aniwaez, Im glad it's all over. So tired. I slpt e whole evening when I came back. Haha, well, here's e pics. I wudn't talk so much abt it cos I got work tml. So yea.. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SSgCory7MgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/he4kcMjD1-8/s320/DSCN0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271466265464167954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SSgCo5ZyXhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nRsmKdUwRo8/s320/DSCN0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271466640728855314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SSgC-vX3ExI/AAAAAAAAAIE/x3EXx5w10Og/s320/DSCN0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271467032694776994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SSgDVjj0ZKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ThvloyQEZFw/s320/DSCN0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271467040152996866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SSgDV_V_zAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/j_mUb8WuttA/s320/DSCN0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271467052412329778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SSgDWtA2XzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jL7BLXGan-o/s320/DSCN0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271466645562275058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SSgC_BYPNPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PkRz3gk4urk/s320/DSCN0928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-4148743910892700484?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4148743910892700484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=4148743910892700484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4148743910892700484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4148743910892700484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-engagement-to-lyana-and-amir.html' title='Happy Engagement to Lyana and Amir!!'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SSf_ZxhcnjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0dlkY3vcilU/s72-c/DSCN0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-3659038885102261066</id><published>2008-11-16T14:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:30:24.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates, updates, updates.. Sometimes, I'm too lazy to update my blog u noe.. Haha.. The last update was 5 November, and today is the 16th!! Haha.. Omg... So long. And fast too.. In a blink of an eye, 2 weeks has past juz like dat. Let's see.. Skul's a bit boring for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, Communication, it was the last week for the group, means tml, I change to another group. Haha.. I was so glad. E blur person in my group, hardly did any work ok?? Den expect us to give her slides for her to present. Wat an asshole! Haiz.. Cognitive, change group.. Lucky my group is a bit ok la.. Can do a bit here and der. Haha.. Wed, Science, e stupid feaces bitch! I hate her to e core. She seems nice but terribly unreasonable ALL THE TIME!! Argh!! My class hates her for dat u noe.. Haiz.. Thursday, was Enterprise.. Change group also, e blur is again in my group!! So irritating la.. Haiz.. Nvr do anything... Whateva, Im not bothered by her. Stupid.. Friday, Maths group with 2 foreign workers.. Ok ok la.. Can sure make it. Haha.. Saturday.... Let's see... Was bz helping my mom I think. But sunday, went out wif my cuz to a nearby swimming pool to bring my baby brother for a short swim. Since she bought him a swimming shirt n pampers that is specially for swimming. Haha.. Here's e pics dat I took.. Ders some vids too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269148424267976722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_GkyFNUBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qWvidsKRO9Y/s320/DSCN0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269148426722590754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_Gk7ObwCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NWt5xxH-Ld4/s320/DSCN0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269148428859452834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_GlDL5raI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1Oqv68X2rmo/s320/DSCN0881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269148436291678306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_Gle34cGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BCW8s_4uP_s/s320/DSCN0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269148436998374690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_GlhgXxSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xzxOeDLvcgI/s320/DSCN0883.JPG" border="0" /&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;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269149075815835778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_HKtSUqII/AAAAAAAAAGU/Bzjch9oYgsY/s320/DSCN0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269149071348062322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_HKcpH2HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/B77j7xxCKrA/s320/DSCN0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269149070401566722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_HKZHdeAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PYCuU3qQCVg/s320/DSCN0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So ydae, I went out wif my mom an my siblings cos we need to find new outfits for my cuz's engagement next saturday.. Was so tired.. Cos we buy so many things, my outfit, my brother's outfit, his shoes, my mom's shoes, my sis jacket, brooches and lots more.. Haha.. I didnt excatly took pictures abt e outing la.. Oni my bro before we left e house.. Haha.. Den after e outing, we went to my cuz house to eat chicken rice and steam boat!! Wuhooo....!! Nice and delicious!! Cos my cuz bf was here and he wants to eat steamboat.. Haha.. Hmm.. Well, here's e pics of my bro..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269153439341723522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_LIsr9v4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Wny6TXEh_68/s320/DSCN0893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269153441928059170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_LI2UmGSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TRndVm-Qj80/s320/DSCN0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269153429340448482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_LIHbeZuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aBU2w0Tutwo/s320/DSCN0897.JPG" border="0" /&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/29783308-3659038885102261066?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3659038885102261066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=3659038885102261066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/3659038885102261066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/3659038885102261066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='Updates..'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SR_GkyFNUBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qWvidsKRO9Y/s72-c/DSCN0876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-3731282609358222006</id><published>2008-11-05T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:05:26.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RP is full of FEACES!!!</title><content type='html'>As you all noe, I am currently in RP rite?? RP, we are in small classrooms which is about 25 student. With a FACILITATOR. FACI for short. Dey are not der to teach but the oni thing dat dey do is like asking fucking question again n again.. It's juz like dey are stupid or sumting u noe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ydae, was Cognitive. I don't noe why we are learning dis. It's all abt talking COCK! I had dis faci called Jessica. She looks nice n patient. But once she gave u e grade, DATS IT!!! She's not a good faci! N she likes to ask so much question abt ur presentation. Ask n ask n ask.. FUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N today, is Science nothing to do wif my diploma at all man! Argh..........!!!!!!!! N my faci more shiok! Got mole in between her eyebrows! Old Bitch!! She oso another one. Ask a lot of question!! Haiz.. I alrdy explain everything. N what's more, my slide, I did it wif the a china student which is like the best in Science. Den sumtimes, she ask questions, she doesn't even noe how to go str8 to e point la.. FUCK man!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall.. TO THOSE FACI WHOM I HATE.. FUCK YOU BITCHES!!!! FEACES IS WHAT YOU ARE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-3731282609358222006?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3731282609358222006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=3731282609358222006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/3731282609358222006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/3731282609358222006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/rp-is-full-of-feaces.html' title='RP is full of FEACES!!!'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-1767067416970438229</id><published>2008-11-02T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:55:29.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Hell of a Week..</title><content type='html'>Peeps.. Peeps.. Haha.. I was suppose to upload dis lyk last week. Forgotz... Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori for the late and rare update! Haiz. Been so bz lately!! Aniwaesz, today was the last day of my school hols!! Argh.. Tings juz happen so fast!! I hate it! :( Here's wat I'd done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I work for like 12 hrs!! With no break! Haiz.. Tiring u noe... Haiz.. Tuesday, I worked from like 8-4. Den I went hm, and get ready.. My family went to the Airport to send my gm off cos she's gg to Perth to see my elder cousin's graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day was a Wednesday, the day which I had camp. My dad send me there cos my bag was like so freaking big and heavy! Haha.. Called Baby cos I miss him so much, and dats the day which is our 28th Month Anniversary!! Muackz!!! :D Aniwaes, it was a school camp that was open to the entire school. a few of my class mates had sign up for it. I was quite excited though cos the programmes were so much fun! Dey had games, T-shirt, Jacket, Halloween party, with points.. ouh!! And amazing race! We had to like go the places ourselves and find the clues! and so some forfeits, running here and der.. It was seriously fun la. Haha.. Let's see, me, aisyah, hariz, win, kennia, barathi, and gabriel were der. Berlin was one of the leaders. Haha.. We did made a lot of frenz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaez, it was a hectic wk n I wudnt mind gg again.. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-1767067416970438229?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1767067416970438229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=1767067416970438229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/1767067416970438229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/1767067416970438229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-hell-of-week.html' title='1 Hell of a Week..'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-4597071717349133985</id><published>2008-10-29T06:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:11:40.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Me</title><content type='html'>Its 6.50 am.. N Im packing for camp. Haiz.. Today is the 28th month for Baby n me. N I felt so so bad because juz ydae he told me dat he actually wanted to go out wif me. I totally didn't noe I've got it coming. So I tot I wanted to go for camp. But why didnt he told me??!! Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all my fault huh.. I was to ignorant to see what's going on around me.. N I guess dat is why dis is all happening. Well, at first I tot that Baby was all everything. He being to sensitive. I was up and about for almost everyday. Like juz last week, I was werking on Thurs, Fri, Sun.. Dats all abt 6 hrs each. Last monday, I werked for 12 hrs alone. N Tuesday, I was werking for 6. If ders skul, I'd be werking like after skul. N he sometimes wanna meet me, I wanted to go out wif him, he's got skul, mine finish late. Im juz so so bz. When can I haf a break? I juz wished I cud slp forever... (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after I gave it a lot of thinking, I guess I've been to naive to understand how he feels. maybe I really have been neglecting him. Im always doing things and dat makes us hardly meet. Haiz.. I feel so so bad.. Im really sori Baby.. I really am. Anywaes, I juz wanna wish u since I juz said it out on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy 28th Months Baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Im really sori for all the things that went wrong that make you angry or sad. I didn't rili mean to make u feel that way. I guess Im being ignorant huh... Sori. (-_-) I juz hope after the camp, I will try to werk less n more time for u ok? Forgive 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/29783308-4597071717349133985?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4597071717349133985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=4597071717349133985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4597071717349133985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4597071717349133985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-me.html' title='The New Me'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-436332873334313514</id><published>2008-10-12T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:35:27.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off my Back!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so pist u noe.. Y is everybody getting on my nerves??!!! It's soo annoying u noe.. I'm so tried from work and people juz like to bug me sometimes.. Monday, Wednesday, Thurday, Friday and Saturday.. Been working my ass out at Northpoint. Been working at Guardian at basement 1. So can u like imagine how's life? Morning, wake up, go skul, finish skul at 4.30, go to work, work til 11 e latest, at den go hm, den slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nest day it's like the same routine over n over again u noe. *faint* It's so tiring.. Sometimes, I'm soo tired dat I want to slp on the bus. But then, Baby mostly calls me every morning. So I was like tired to answer him sometimes. It's not dat I'm bad or anything, I'm just tired. So dun blame me if I'm always quiet on the hp ok? I didn't put down cos I noe dat I've been neglecting him quite often. He's been having the hols, I've been at skul doing work. Im always on the run while he's at hm relaxing.. Wer's the justice here?? Sometimes, it's like dis dat I always get mad at him.. I love him lots but I'm juz irritated at times wen he calls wen I'm bz. It's not wat I want but we all have our own life to do. If I say dis, sometimes, I scared l8r he's hurt or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den sumore my family... I came back at 11, slpt at 12. Den ask me to wake up early to go to e market. Den wat abt my sister?? She hardly, does any house chores, or do the laundry.. So y does my mom always let her slp? It's so not fair!! Haiz.. I'm tired, slpy, my body's aching.. I have to juggle my time appropriately. If I nvr work, I got no money.. No money, cannot pay bill, den who want to pay for me??!! Nobody rite??? Den again blame me fo spending too much time at work or at skul. U can't blame me if RP is from 9-5. It's like dat. Den dun tell me, I can make frenz?? Argh... Wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Some ppl just dun tink. It's like so irritating.... Do u guys realise dat I'm trying my best not to use the 'F' word here?? Omg.. It's so hard... Haiz. Sometimes, these are the reasons y I wanted to slp forever. In coma at least. Den i'll haf peace n quiet. -____- Screw u!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-436332873334313514?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/436332873334313514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=436332873334313514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/436332873334313514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/436332873334313514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-off-my-back.html' title='Get off my Back!!!'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-7476763056895477066</id><published>2008-09-30T15:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:17:56.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering or Enjoying??</title><content type='html'>Sori sori my good citizens.... *LOL* I was too bz wif my own things. Sometimes I tink Im juz lazy to update la.. Haha. Sori yar.. Anyways, how r u guys wif the preparations for Hari Raya?? Spring cleaning rite?? Lol.. So let me ask you dis question.. Is Hari Raya a joyous occasion? Haha.. Well to me, I tink the more older I get, the more boring it for me. Why? Cos we haf to help our parents do the spring cleaning, cooking and making kuehs or ketupats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more your duit raye decreasing rite?? Lol.. See.. I think its more of a suffering ar.. With sleepless nitez, tiring day wen u were tired and hungry... It's TIRED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I juz wanna wish Baby a Happy 27th month anniversary! Though it's over a few days ago, juz wanna tell him that I love him loads no matter what. Even if we were to fight, and I frequently throw my weight about, I know he's very patient. Honestly, I am angry wif you, I still love you lots. But it's juz dat saying I cant take it anymore, I juz wanna make you realise Im no push-over.. I juz wanna make u realise Im not juz anybody.. I hope u understand Baby. I know it hurts u badly but honestly, I cant rili do sumting so evil to u.. So wateva it is, I'll be patient n let things go. I'll als try my best to be calm at all times and not get my temper boiling.. Ok? Im sorry for the wrong doings I have done to u. Hope u can forgive me Baby.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-7476763056895477066?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7476763056895477066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=7476763056895477066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/7476763056895477066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/7476763056895477066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/suffering-or-enjoying.html' title='Suffering or Enjoying??'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-7036816940027334151</id><published>2008-09-22T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:15:41.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers tired</title><content type='html'>*cough...cough* *wipes the dust away* My god.. Time rili waits for no one! Haha.. I remembered clearly wen was my last post. Sept e 7th. Haha.. And now, its e 22nd!! Haha.. Well, today sch was such a bore!! N difficult u noe.. Haiz. Occam's Razor.. Wth.. I mean, y must we learn all dis wen its not even related to the course?? Rp.. Retarded People ar... Toopid nk mampos! Well, Occam's Razor didn't rili bother me much because I went hm! Haha.. Well, e prob was damn difficult la! I cant even handle it. Wth.. I feel so stupid. Den I wanna give up. Haiz. I dunno if Baby was rili acting to be ok or not. But he sound rili angry on msn.. :( Sori Baby.. Anyways, gg hm was a breeze.. Left at 12.20, reach hm at 1.10. Fast ar? Hehe.. Went to Geylang wif my mom. Bought some home stuffs, and den went hm. Dats all.. Tired from all e walking u noe.. Anyways, dis is juz a brief entry. Too lazy to type for e tym being..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-7036816940027334151?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7036816940027334151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=7036816940027334151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/7036816940027334151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/7036816940027334151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/fingers-tired.html' title='Fingers tired'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-55533442143211189</id><published>2008-09-07T15:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:06:58.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For your ears oni..</title><content type='html'>Haha.. It may sound lame but in dis case, its ur eyes. Cos ur reading. Haha.. Well, I find dis topic quite interesting u noe. Its wat I had in Communications class on Friday. E title tells us dat it is for ur ears which plainly means gossip. Hu loves to gossip? Everyone basically. GUYS... Dun say u dun gossip ok. I noe u all do. Wen its a grp of guys. Dey can basically talk anything under e sun. Rite? I noe ur smiling while reading dis. Haha.. Anyways everyone gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Where do gossips come from? I mean people pass on rumors and gossips for wat? And hu started it in e first place? Haha.. U tink it's easy? So how can we trust gossips n rumors? Basically ppl start to gossip in a way it is our nature, can b a hobby, or basically in plain english a busybody. Haha.. Ouh, and sometimes for revenge. But wen gossips were to pass on frm mouth to mouth kind of ting.. You will nvr ever get wat is right in e first place. E facts have been change, numbers can do its own calculations, words are all jumbled up whcih all makes up e false facts. These are e words of facts whom KPOs out der choose to believe. Can u imagine aunties hu haf frenz..?? Haha.. Ah!! ESPECIALLY e market! Well, Im not trying to say dat gossips always come from e market. They come from anywhere, everywhere and all e time! It can b in e toilets, MSN, e market, e office, at hm.. Get wat I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl say we can stop gossips. Do u rili tink we can stop gossips?? I mean like wen a msg have been pass to many people, u tink u can stop it? Well, my classmates tink dat it can be done. Dey said dat if e gossips were brought to u, u should stop passing it on and try to find e truth. Oh wow.. Like it's such an improvement.. "-___- U noe wat situation its like? It's like ur standing in e middle of east coast, n trying to stop TSUNAMI!! N u noe wat my faci said? "It's actually quite true. If u stop passing e msg ard, it's 1 person less.. Slowly, it will make a diff." Im like wtf??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, imagine ur given a gossip, u wud juz keep quiet n wen u remember u pass it on rite? Can u imagine u didn't? E msg is still gg round! N she said it'll make e diff! Oh pls!! Make a diff?? Lyk wen?? I tink I'll definitely, surely depart frm dis world if ppl didn't gossip. On e other hand if u didn't gossip, e msg passed ard.. U'll end up being a LONER!! Y? Cos u put urself out of e circle.. Get it? So no matter wat u do, stop or pass, e gossips still travel. Tsk.. Wat a faci! One by one it'll make a diff. Hmph! I tink by den ppl oso get bored of it. It's such a ridiculuos ting I have ever heard. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are gossips gd or bad? Oh, btw.. Facis' HATE DPDP situation. DPDP = Different People, Different Perspective. So can u tell if it's a gd gossip? Or a bad one? Ppl in my class can definitely tell e diff... But u come to tink of it.. It's like dey're saying.. Some ppl might find it a gd gossip cos it brings awareness, others might find it badd cos it does harm to victims.. ISN'T DAT A DPDP situation?? Farah.. Dun u agree?? Haha.. Stupid sia e faci. Say dun wan DPDP. Got some team said it oso dunno how to tink abt it. Sumore got Bachelor cert.. Im more paiseh ar.. if she's not. Hmph. Tink abt it la. For dos hu haf yet to do dis topic, pls tink b4 u type... Tink out of e box. Ok?? Need advise? Ask me!! :D I'll be glad to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-55533442143211189?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/55533442143211189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=55533442143211189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/55533442143211189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/55533442143211189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-your-ears-oni.html' title='For your ears oni..'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-4466274664339810975</id><published>2008-09-06T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:41:16.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life can be boring w/o food</title><content type='html'>Haiz... Wed to Fri is lyk a torture for me u noe.. U guys noe its fasting rite? Den w/o food time is so slow...... Den sometimes ppl can still eat in front of us.. Haha. But cannot do anything la.. Finish skul den go hm ar.. Cannot tahan. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess it is pretty fast dat days come and go.. Juz like Monday was e first day.. Now it's Sat.. 6 days. Fast rite?? Well, since I had a boring wk. I went to break my fast outside wif Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at 2 at Orchard. Went to watch a movie at 3. It's called 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall'. It's so damn funny la. Haha.. Soon, we walked ard Far East looking for clothes.. And TopMan. Since Baby wants to buy his clothes der. So e nearest was Bugis since it was closed at Wheelock. Fish n Co oso closed.. Haiz.. So we took e Mrt to Bugis. Bought some clothes.. And den went to Fish n Co to break our fast. It was so wonderful. I love the Grilled Salmon!! Tastiest food ever... Erm.. Wai&lt;br /&gt;t I take dat back. It's one of THE tastiest food ever. Haha.. Den it was back again to Bugis Village. Baby bought for me a set of clothes. It was nice of him to get me one. Haha.. Tanx Baby. I do feel bad abt spending it. Haha.. Well, Im tired la.. Wanna slp n go to lalaland man. Haha.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-4466274664339810975?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4466274664339810975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=4466274664339810975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4466274664339810975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4466274664339810975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-can-be-boring-wo-food.html' title='Life can be boring w/o food'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-829663878458586209</id><published>2008-09-01T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:36:09.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of fasting</title><content type='html'>01.09.08 marks e first day of fasting month. I noe wat ur tinking.. "Y now? It feels like juz last yr I fast.." Well, I too felt e same. Wats more, Im e person hu eats a lot more den u girls out der! Dats cos I get hungry most of e time. Juz felt like chewing n munching.. So dun tink I dun eat! Haha.. But! Der r some things which I dun like to eat. For example, sweets, burnt part of e food, cauliflower, peppers, stuffs like dat. N mushrooms! Ugh.. Not nice.. Well, I was juz thinking abt Fish n Co.. I cant help but think of my Salmon!! It's so nice n yummy. Slurps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240918347843351058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SLt7eEQHshI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uiNKCv9bGHw/s320/29092007539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Wait a minute.. Y m i talking abt food in e first place? It's suppose to be a fasting month, n here I am talking abt food to distract u guys. Haha.. So sori peeps. Well, aniways, Im juz bored to death waiting for time to past by. It's soo.... long.... Dun u guys tink so? If u wanna tell me to go out, tanx for ur idea but Im juz lazy n tired. Haha.. Der r food everywer. Im juz afraid I cant resist it. Lol.. Anyway, skul is starting soon.. I sure hope I can survive another semester of skul. It's juz so bored!! Im starting to hate skul.. I MISS ITE!!! :( ITE is much more fun. No need to stress.. Nvr pay attention, nvr do homework.. Still can pass ar. I tink its more like gg tru ur own pace but u need to finish it b4 e dateline? I like dat type of pace. Its more me if u noe wat I mean. Haha.. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, dis paragraph is for u Baby. I noe my mood is fucked up juz now. I juz wanna apologizet for wat happen. Juz dat sometimes, I get annoyed wen u ask tings dat doesnt concern u at all. Like wat my mom asked in my room. I mean, u've heard it, but no need to sound s if ur making fun of it. I can tell ur smiling while asking me dat question. I noe u dun need to wash ur own wat. Ur mom washes it for u. I haf to do it myself. N I hope u can juz respect wat Im doing?? Den u started asking wer I hang it. At wer.. I mean, does it even concern u at all? U dun need to noe wat, rite? Haiz. What Im trying to say is juz keep ur comments to urself cos I like sometings private. Even u heard it, dun make fun of it. Juz makes me sad wen I heard dat u sounded s if ur making fun of me. Haiz.. I dunno wat to say to u alrdy. I kept saying nothing is because I dun wanna shout at u on e phone. Do u wanna hear me scream? No rite? So sometimes, u juz gotta stop asking me. Dun even try to figure it out. Ok? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I dun wanna fight u noe. Im tired. Noe wat I wish rite now? For u to hug me tite on my bed til I fall aslp... Well, Im juz sori ok Baby? Muackz! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILYLB&lt;/em&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/29783308-829663878458586209?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/829663878458586209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=829663878458586209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/829663878458586209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/829663878458586209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-day-of-fasting.html' title='1st day of fasting'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SLt7eEQHshI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uiNKCv9bGHw/s72-c/29092007539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-910019791858103760</id><published>2008-08-31T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:45:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 26th Month Baby</title><content type='html'>Well, e last tym I post the latest entry, I forgot to put in my new class for semester 2. Haha.. Guess wat I found out! Pengg's mentor is still Jerry!! Wtf... Hahahahaha.. Pengg, ur luck is so damn good ar?? Hu ask u not to come skul? Haha.. N u still got dat Preman for Cognitive. LOL.. So wat if u go A's? *bluek* Btw, my class e ppl all so.... I dunno. No comments ppl. Haha. ....&lt;br /&gt;"-______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAPPY 26th MONTH Baby..!!&lt;/span&gt; Being in dis journey wif you nothing but fond memories. I noe we haf been tru ups n downs. But no matter wat, I noe I haf to b patient rite? I can be mean at times but I will not go to dat extend. You noe wat I mean dun u?? I love u very much. Believe me, I noe der r many guys ard but no guys would be able to replace u. Ur juz one of a kind. Especially patient wif my hot temper! Haha.. Sometimes, I dun mean to not talk to u on e phone. It's jus dat Im way bz to talk or even check e hp sometimes. Dun worry so much ok? Dun imagine e worst. Jus let tings takes its course. And I wont leave u in e lurch ok? Muackz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thursday, I went to skul to format my laptop. It took a while. So in e mean time, I went to meet baby at Orchard to eat together for our 26th month.. Haha. Wanted to eat 'Fish n Co' at Weelock (is dat how u spell it??). But to our disappointment, it's not der!! It has moved to I dunno wer. Omg. So e nearest was Dhoby Gaut! Omg.. We took a bus der n alighted at Dhoby Gaut MRT station. Walked all e way to e other side. Haha. Finally, after months of waiting. Fish n Co, we are so ready to feast!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At e end of e day, we went to collect my laptop from skul. It was all ok la. But some of e functions, I dun rili lyk it la. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I was at hm, varnishing e chairs. It was a lot of werk u noe.. Haha.. Nothing much to blog abt dat day. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went to meet Baby at NP. Was to take e XP cd but he forgot to bring! -.-" U ar! So forgetful. But he did surprise me though.. Haha.. It's not other den his new _ _ _ _ _ _ !! It so nice la.. Smooth, new.. What's more, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;!!! Wuhoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N today, a sunday! Im gg to eat at a hotel! Haha.. Tml Fasting month already. To all e muslim ppl out der! Haf a gr8 Ramadhan ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg.. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-910019791858103760?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/910019791858103760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=910019791858103760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/910019791858103760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/910019791858103760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-26th-month-baby.html' title='Happy 26th Month Baby'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-1218230494329291610</id><published>2008-08-27T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:29:21.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bz den ever..</title><content type='html'>Let's c now.. Last wed was e bbq. Oh yes.. While u guys were still at east coast. I was in lalaland. Haha.. Slping on my comfy bed! Lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs morning, I was out to Tekka market wif my family. To have our breakfast der, n bought things for e kenduri dat my gm is planning on e 23rd(Last sat). So we bought a LOT of things. My mom spent $150 in Sheng Shiong! Wtf?? But its all food la. Haha. Lucky got cab. Den we head to Tekka market. Buy all the things n went str8 hm. Spent e rest of e days lazing ard e house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. I had to clean my freaking house early in e morning. Got a quick shower in e freaking cold water. Argh.. Cant stand it til e water warms up. Imagine me standing still doing nothing but wasting water? Haha.. No wonder ders a letter to my address saying dat my house uses too much water. Lol. I'll try to lessen it yar? Haha. So anyways, after sweeping, doing e laundry, hanging e laundry, keeping dry dishes, showered my brother(still wondering y im thin??). I got to on e comp. BUT! It's not over. My mom's voice called my name. For a sec I was abt to shout back. But l8r she tink Im too rude rite? So I went to her la. Haf to help her wif e veggies. Preparing it for e next day. After dat, I was soon tired. But I told my mom we haf to buy e paint sooner or l8r cos we'll b bz after dat. Watsmore, she wants to do it b4 fasting month. Haiz. So off we go to head down to interchange for paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday... Blah blah blah... House was in chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday to Monday : Paint e house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday... I went out to meet Baby. N also trie to escape from my mom b4 she ask me to do anymore painting. Haha. Bluek! Watch deathrace! It's so cool la. But a bit gory la.. Haha. You guys shud watch it too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Wednesday, SLACKING!! Haha.. Been doing nothing la. Went to market wif my mom, bought lots of things like groceries, fishes, bread, eggs... To keep til fasting month. Since fasting is jus next wk, we kept s much food s possible so dat we need not to go 2 e market everyday. It's so tiring la. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-1218230494329291610?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1218230494329291610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=1218230494329291610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/1218230494329291610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/1218230494329291610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/bz-den-ever.html' title='Bz den ever..'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-7109225238642467139</id><published>2008-08-21T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:19:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class BBQ</title><content type='html'>20.08.2008. Haha.. Nice number eh?? Lol.. Well, for dos hu didn't go. It's a pity.. Hmm.. In e morning, ended up cleaning my house after opening my eyes to e bright and irritating sun. U know e feeling wen u suddenly open ur eyes, and wanted to go back to slp, u just cant? IT'S DAMN IRRITATING la... I wanted to slp back. Den toss n turn, back n forth.. I kinda feel damn stuffy even if e fan is in e fullest speed.. And den I heard e voice of DOOM! Haha.. Actually, e voice of 'Dooom' is non other than my mother.. LOL. Well, she called my name asking to clean e house. Haiz.. So I showered n clean up e house.. Every morning, dis is wat I do.. So girls, dis is my secret to being thin! Haha.. Hmm.. I dun tink I went to market ydae morning.. After dat, I watched e Olympics.. I heard dat China ppl even name their child Olympic! Haha.. Imagine la.. "Olympic Wang.... Pls proceed to e counter... " Damn funny la.. Sometimes its ok to name a child Olympic.. But some can even add an 'S'!! o.O 'Olympics Tan' "-_____- I'll b dead embarrassed if I were their child. Haha.. Well, back to reality.. I video call to Baby. Chat on e phone at e same time la. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til den it was ard 1 plus which I had to get ready to leave at 2. Wanted to meet Baby early to walk ard ECP.. Since I didnt meet him for so long.. Haha.. Ok.. So I met him at Tamp int. He picked me up, n off we go.. Saliza, Nabila, Farah, Mei Qi, Alistair, Khairul and another girl were der wen we reached. Since BBQ haf not start, me n Baby went for a walk. Haha.. Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBq starts, classmates starts flowing in.. We had a gd time.. Esp wen I had stingray e most among e tings dat I ate. Haha.. Well, I didn't rili do anything much la. But I had fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To W34D: I had a fun time wif u guys in class.. Forgive me if I had made anybody angry or sad. Juz wishing u all e best! Study hard n dun cabot so much! Haha.. Tc.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'll upload e pics next time.. :) Saz! Send me e pics ok? Tanx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/2688c519.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/?action=view&amp;current=2688c519.pbw" target="_blank&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-7109225238642467139?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7109225238642467139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=7109225238642467139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/7109225238642467139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/7109225238642467139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/class-bbq.html' title='Class BBQ'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-2262160543971139923</id><published>2008-08-19T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:29:58.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Week of Hols</title><content type='html'>Remember e last post? Saturday rite?? I was so damn bored dat I had nothing to do?? Well, guess wat? My aunt called. She's just arrived in Singapore and needs e house keys. So guess wat?? I had to send her keys to Sembahwang.. Just to give it to her. Met her when she came out of e taxi. Had to help her with her heavy luggages. Sometimes, I wonder what kind of things dey carry in e bags.. Den relaxed at her house for a while. And guess wat? It's back at my house. "-___-  Ugh.. So boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.. Woke up, felling restless den ever.. And my mom had alrdy made plans.. Wth.. She's gg to Expo with my aunts, n gm.. Wats more we had to bring my baby brother!!.. HAiz.. My gm is alrdy on wheelchair. It's such a hassle to bring dem ard. It's not like Im a spoilt grandchild or anything. Its juz happens to be so packed wif makcik makcik hu are so.....ugh!! So irritating. Sumore, Im e one pushing. N my gm tends to make noise at me to g=follow my aunt quickly. Wth.. My aunts are walking freely. My gm is in a wheelchair.. HALO!! Haf to look ard b4 I push rite? Den ppl oso dun wanna gif way. Fucking Singaporeans.. Haiz... Leceh. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.. What happen? my mom practically drag me n my sis plus my baby brother to ChomPang ar.. To buy railings! My windows are long.. And she wants us to carry it from one end to e other end of Yishun.. Can u believe dat? So bloody tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today!! Me n my mom went to Joo Chiat Complex and bought materials for our sofa. My mom gg to sew it. Haha.. Damn.. Fucking heavy for a 40 yard long. Lucky for us, my dad picked us up from der. Haha.. No need to walk so far. Currently, Im like waiting for Baby to call me. He finished his exams today. He told me dat e things he studied for came out. *tank god* Well, I hope he passed with flying colours then.. Muackz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-2262160543971139923?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2262160543971139923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=2262160543971139923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2262160543971139923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2262160543971139923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/2nd-week-of-hols.html' title='2nd Week of Hols'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-646757641188765196</id><published>2008-08-16T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:06:08.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis week's update!!</title><content type='html'>Wat a boring day!!! Im so bored dat Im tired of slping.. Haiz.. Well, dis week has been a boring day. Monday was culture. Brendon oni brought us sandwiches, Tuesday was cognitive. Preman was so stingy!!! Idiot. Nvr give us anything sia. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was officially a holiday la. But I had signed up for e Pulau Tekong trip. Haha.. Was from 11 to 6. But finished quite early la. Went der to look around, learned abt e stages of army life. We als went to look at e rooms e recruits will be slping.. 14 ppl in a room. kinda crowded la. All e tings dat dey will be getting.. So a lot ar!! Haha.. Gd luck to u boys out der!! Oh, I also tried e simulation of e rifles.. I tink dats wat dey call it la. Haha.. It was so much heavier den it looks! Wen i pulled e trigger, e rifle juz went back and shove my shoulders. Haha. Damn! But it was fun la.. Haha.. Didnt do much la, but at least I noe wat e environment is like. E food.... -______-" No comments.. Erm exercises?? Haf fun guys!! Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976487990436738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKZfYTYxI4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Cw_qoJmZMgE/s320/DSCN0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976500448731874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKZfZBzDouI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b9KCxSNw2BE/s320/DSCN0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976492505474242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKZfYkNPJMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/izMEwfx6LLc/s320/DSCN0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234976504812492562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKZfZSDdVxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IBOW6vcDSHQ/s320/DSCN0758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was e photoshoot. I had a fun time in skul. Make up, dressings, poses.. Haha.. Pics are in e previous post. Friday..... I slpt all day long!! Omg.. So boring. Slpt til I was soooo giddy.. Hahaha.. Dats how bored I was u noe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234977169580325586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKZf_-gdetI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NwL4M0rfz7c/s320/Photo115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, I went to e bank wif my gm.. Ate breakfast at Delifrance, and walked all e way back hm. Well, my gm was in e wheelchair. So I was e one pushing her hm in e hot hot sun!! From Northpoint, til Yishun park.. Sometimes, dis is e reason y I cant grow fat!! After eating haf to walk. Push an old lady sumore.. Tiring but cant do much rite..?? She's still my granny. Haha.. Lots of walking can lose up a lot too.. :) And now....... I got nothing to do! Haha.. Wat a week.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Baby went to e workshop juz now wif his dad. I hope he gets his Gilera.. *(is dat how u spell it?)* Haha.. It'll be so nice sia.. Haha.. Gd luck Baby!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-646757641188765196?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/646757641188765196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=646757641188765196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/646757641188765196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/646757641188765196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/dis-weeks-update.html' title='Dis week&apos;s update!!'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKZfYTYxI4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Cw_qoJmZMgE/s72-c/DSCN0757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-2319211493651397784</id><published>2008-08-15T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:31:08.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>Well, on the 14th of August, I had an In Vogue event, which is a photoshoot. I had fun la. It was an experience which is quite amazing. I had to do my own make up, and dressings. My theme was Vintage, so I had to find clothes which is quite linked to e theme. Haha.. It was lots of fun la. I can't believe I had to do my own make up sei. Haha.. Well, I won't talk much abt it ok? Below are some pics I took. Ders more la. But dey're in my frens hp or camera. Haha..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758171821890066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWY0oSEWhI/AAAAAAAAADc/Dz_bWdraUks/s320/Photo106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWZgTP7qeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tLUvII12l78/s1600-h/Photo132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758922090031586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWZgTP7qeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tLUvII12l78/s320/Photo132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWZgipjXYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iGhWnSwpYnw/s1600-h/Photo126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758926224022914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWZgipjXYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iGhWnSwpYnw/s320/Photo126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWZhAoU1eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4R9-W_4mAn8/s1600-h/Photo113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758934271940066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWZhAoU1eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4R9-W_4mAn8/s320/Photo113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWY1A_MJjI/AAAAAAAAADk/vvRED4PphqQ/s1600-h/Photo114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758178453595698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWY1A_MJjI/AAAAAAAAADk/vvRED4PphqQ/s320/Photo114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWY1WaVxRI/AAAAAAAAADs/7186_uJUkFY/s1600-h/Photo115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758184204616978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWY1WaVxRI/AAAAAAAAADs/7186_uJUkFY/s320/Photo115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWY1qwYXiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PT2LTXYMDms/s1600-h/Photo116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758189665771042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWY1qwYXiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PT2LTXYMDms/s320/Photo116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWY1_pwrwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z1WEyR95Ul8/s1600-h/Photo117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758195275149058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWY1_pwrwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z1WEyR95Ul8/s320/Photo117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758914193327842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWZf11NhuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8emR0-fD0k0/s320/Photo123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234758919181947154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWZgIal0RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Mv4YgsRRRP4/s320/Photo134.jpg" border="0" /&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/29783308-2319211493651397784?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2319211493651397784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=2319211493651397784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2319211493651397784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2319211493651397784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SKWY0oSEWhI/AAAAAAAAADc/Dz_bWdraUks/s72-c/Photo106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-2421407639995798770</id><published>2008-08-10T07:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:56:58.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wateva you want it to be</title><content type='html'>Haha.. Sori for the long break. Was kinda bz and lazy! Haha.. So freaking lazy as I shud say. Well, let's see now.... Last blog was on 31st of Aug rite? That was wen my elder cuz came to SG dat nite. And will be leaving lyk on Sat. So on Friday, we had maths rite? It was ok as I could recall. Wang Xuan, Nabila, Farah, and me. We were all doing the graphs and were able to get the answer. Soon, Salim's team left. Well their team consist of Kelvin, Salim, Riena, and Xin Lin. Kelvin didn't came dat day. So it was only the 3 of dem. Salim and Xin Lin waned to go off already. So Riena joined our team. Apparently, Xin Lin didn't go back home. Only Salim. Wat a lazy bum. Haha.. So Xin Lin had to move to a new grp. :D Tanx to Riena, she did the powerpoint slides. with the help of Farah. I was so bz trying to figure out the codes for average. I was dying to no the codes for it. I knew that our team didnt haf to present the codes but I tot dat I cud do it to show dem. Haha.. It's not 'hao lian' la.. But trying to push my standards? Well, in the end I gave up cos it was time for us to present it. It went ok la, and I got another A! Haha.. 4As in a row. Coolnes... :D Well, after dat I went home wif Baby. Didnt haf much plans wif him cos my elder cuz had ask me out to watch a movie wif her. So l8r she'll be coming to my house to eat and off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other cuz was so bz wif changing the dates of the flight dat she was missing for a few min. Haha.. Yea, she met her fren hu works in the airport asking him abt the flight tix. Haha.. She has way too many frenz.. So enuf abt her. We all left together. E 3 of us I mean.. We all took a cab to Northpoint. Inessa's fren is paying so hu cares! Haha.. Well, Inessa didnt noin us for e movies, she went out wif her frenz. Haha.. So instead, my other cuz n my aunt joined us. We watch e movie. It's kinda sad though.. Well, it was suppose to tell a story rite.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, didnt haf anything much to do. Supposed my cuz was to go back. But Inessa had change the flight plan. Haha. Called me in the wee hrs in the morning n told me to tell my dad. U shud see e face of my elder cuz wen she came to my place. Haha. She so fed up sia. Haha. But in e end, she went to Arab st wif my gm and aunt. I stayed at hm instead. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E following wk, it's considered to be e last wk for most of subjects. Kinda boring wk la I suppose. Hmm.. Cant imagine wat its like to be in a new class all over again sia.. Haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-2421407639995798770?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2421407639995798770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=2421407639995798770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2421407639995798770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2421407639995798770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/wateva-you-want-it-to-be.html' title='Wateva you want it to be'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-2791115038912121028</id><published>2008-07-31T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:20:27.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bing Bang Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha.. Sori for e long update!! Was bz la.. Haha.. Well, today is Thursday. I skipped Sci lesson today. I dun even understand a single crap! Haha.. So I told my mom I haf no mood today. She juz gave me e look which I think all mothers wud give to thier children.. Haha.. Anyways, my uncle called my house to look for my elder cuzzie. Dis means dat my cousins will be in SG! Both my cuz juz arrived at abt 6.50. Haha. It's juz like 2 weeks ago dat dey left Singapore. Well, heard abt e news? She getting married rite? So e reason she came back was to plan it wif my gm. Since she's e favourite among the rest of us. Well, I had a few chats wif my cuz.. Guess wat I found out? Amir (my cuz's fiance-to-be) has 12 aunts and uncle on his mother side and 13 aunts and uncle on the other!! KUSMANGAT!!!!! "-___- I guess it's gg to be a big celebration as Amir is one of the favourite among all cousins. Well, I heard dat wen we are gg to KL for the enggagement, Amir is gg to send for a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;plane!!! Can u believe it?? A JET??!!! Haha. Fuh-yo!! I rili cant wait! Must take picture sei.. Hee.... :D I guess it can fit around 40 ppl in total.. Haha. Damn lucky sia their family. Hmph! Im so dead jealous. Haha.. Anyways, I was told to be a "dulang girl"...................... "-________- wth.. Translation?? Tray girl. LOL... Den I can clear e tray and use it as my plate for e day. Haha.. Ouh yar.. Noe wat?? My cuz got tix from a wife of which Sultan la..!! For e Malaysian soccer ting.. Against Chelsea.. It's a VVIP seat la. Higher den a VIP lei.. Den she seat wif a Sultan-sultan.. Haha. Damn lucky girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-2791115038912121028?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2791115038912121028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=2791115038912121028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2791115038912121028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2791115038912121028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/bing-bang-boom.html' title='Bing Bang Boom'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-4047256023042266888</id><published>2008-07-29T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:02:28.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 25th Month Anniversary!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SI8UqHBmnFI/AAAAAAAAADU/0RgXxFYzb6U/s1600-h/MP+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228420406073269330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SI8UqHBmnFI/AAAAAAAAADU/0RgXxFYzb6U/s320/MP+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, I'd like to wish my Baby darling a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY 25th MONTH ANNIVERSARY!!!&lt;/span&gt; Muackz! I love u lots. Anyways, I had a gr8 day today. Although we did nothing much, spending time with u was totally worth it. Hee.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if u didnt noe wat had happened. I skipped skul today to spend time wif my Baby darling. Haha.. Went to Dhoby Gaut to catch a movie called 'The X Files'.. Ate at Swensens.. Walked around to shop.. Well, if u guys dun rili haf anything to do, try gg to each store dat hhas lots of variety. We went to dis particular store called 'Daiso'. It's a Japanese store which sells all items for oni $2! Cheap huh.. But wen u come to tink of it rite, stickers, small toys and stationary which cost 42 is quite expensive ar. But u can find all sorts of tings! Kinda cool la.. Haha.. Well, I won't tell so much details for today.. some part of ur life haf to be kept a secret rite? Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-4047256023042266888?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4047256023042266888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=4047256023042266888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4047256023042266888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4047256023042266888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-25th-month-anniversary.html' title='Happy 25th Month Anniversary!!!'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SI8UqHBmnFI/AAAAAAAAADU/0RgXxFYzb6U/s72-c/MP+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-4569358160267073151</id><published>2008-07-28T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:39:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman or Elephant</title><content type='html'>Haha.. Well, Sunday, I went out wif my Baby. Picnic at Pasir Ris park. Actually, I prefer Changi la. Cos it's more windier. Haha.. Wat a word! The winder there is more stronger la. Haha.. It was peaceful, we ate sushi, and roti kirai! Haha.. Yum.. I brought it from hm ar. And of course, I brought my laptop to watch movies. Sit there on the grass, having small talks. Soon, We went off to E-hub. Cos I wanted to go to toilet. Guess wat I saw wen I stepped in. A broken toileit bowl. Haha!! Wth man.. How can the toilet bowl be broken?? I wonder hu has broken it... Woman or Elephant sia... Hahaha..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227873265283441362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SI0jCUv7ItI/AAAAAAAAADM/nlN1xlf7GAY/s320/DSCN0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-4569358160267073151?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4569358160267073151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=4569358160267073151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4569358160267073151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4569358160267073151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/woman-or-elephant.html' title='Woman or Elephant'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SI0jCUv7ItI/AAAAAAAAADM/nlN1xlf7GAY/s72-c/DSCN0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-7958016338848237488</id><published>2008-07-26T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:01:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SIq6pESAoeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8YC-OE9sPHQ/s1600-h/225764422l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227195532203565538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SIq6pESAoeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8YC-OE9sPHQ/s320/225764422l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; My elder cousin, Lyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227195537701934994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SIq6pYw7F5I/AAAAAAAAADE/qUUh6dalnRc/s320/n714163827_757901_8996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lyana and Inessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SIq6pNjLCkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JBxF8SygfpI/s1600-h/n714163827_528237_2856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227195534691469890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SIq6pNjLCkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JBxF8SygfpI/s320/n714163827_528237_2856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyana and Amir&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Congrats to my elder cousin!! I juz heard the news that my cousin is getting engaged and their wedding in August next yr. Wow.. Dats fast la. Haha.. She and Amir are finally tying the knots! Haha.. Amir is also my dad's name so dun get confused. Well, I dunno how the wedding is going about. She lives in Perth, he lives in KL. My families are in Singapore! Haha. Chaos sia... Erm, I guess, they will sign something at ROM here.. Den have the engagement in KL and back here. Haha.. I dunno la. But I heard, my families are going to KL. Since my families are in small number compared to the guys side. So I guess, they will put us up in the hotel or something. Haha.. U tink?? Nah.. Guess not. Hehe.. Jkjk.. Inessa wud be thrilled by den cause she's e oni one left in the family. Surely her parents wud pampered her ar. Confirm. Just that day, she went to Bangkok wif her fren for a birthday celebration ar. Haiz. Some people are juz born lucky. :( *hint: the guy my cousin is marrying... has lots of $$$$.. Haha. Lucky girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congratulations Jie Jie! I wish you all the best in future ok?? Now my heart is relief that you are getting married. Hu's next anyway? I wish Suzy will marry off next. Haha. Sometimes, I feel that, that next step is very scary. Im e 2nd among all cousins.. *gulp* Argh.. Anyways, come to Sg soon! Im dying to meet u. Come soon ok? *hugs*&lt;br /&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/29783308-7958016338848237488?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7958016338848237488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=7958016338848237488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/7958016338848237488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/7958016338848237488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding Bells'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SIq6pESAoeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8YC-OE9sPHQ/s72-c/225764422l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-5770653480425908423</id><published>2008-07-26T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:56:46.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today is my first weekend since I quit my job. Haha! Yess.. But now I dunnoe wat to do. Been doing nothing from just now. Well, it's not exactly nothing la, I cleaned the toilet, and swept the floor, hang the laundry, iron clothes, clean my bedroom, play a few games.. And now, nothing. My sis juz left for work. Too bad for her. Since she's gg to miss out on KFC. My mom wanna eat KFC l8r in the afternoon. Waiting for my bro to come back from tuition. So only den we will go to KFC just next to Swensens at Northpoint. Haha! But seriously, working at Swensens can be tiring sei. She have to werk for long hrs all the time. At the first stage, she always start werk from 5-11 kinda job. Den it soon became 12-11.. And now, she sometimes work on Wednesday which she is not suppose to and starts at 9! Wth.. It's so tiring la! Lucky for me, I quit my job. If not, I would be werking now ar. Haha. Hmm.. I rili dunno wat to do now. I oso dunno wat to do tml. Anybody have any idea on wat to do? Lyk something fun to do outside... Tell me ok? Tanx.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-5770653480425908423?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5770653480425908423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=5770653480425908423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/5770653480425908423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/5770653480425908423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/bored-saturday.html' title='Bored Saturday'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-5511780157649949957</id><published>2008-07-25T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:36:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Week</title><content type='html'>Its Friday!!! Haha.. Juz last Monday was the time I update my blog! Hee.. Monday was ok, Tuesday like dat den Wednesday was ugh... Enterprise. Shittiest subject ever. Den Thursday was Science, ok ok oni... Den now, it's Maths. It's a bit boring today la. I dun even know wats gg on. Haha.. Haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-5511780157649949957?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5511780157649949957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=5511780157649949957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/5511780157649949957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/5511780157649949957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/fast-week.html' title='Fast Week'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-920293095976195211</id><published>2008-07-21T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:24:20.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of my baby brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISolt7ZkpI/AAAAAAAAACM/uwVRlI-E-qE/s1600-h/110727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225486833593979538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISolt7ZkpI/AAAAAAAAACM/uwVRlI-E-qE/s320/110727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he was younger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISolwB4QCI/AAAAAAAAACU/j_rQX3NEdVE/s1600-h/04082007447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225486834158026786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISolwB4QCI/AAAAAAAAACU/j_rQX3NEdVE/s320/04082007447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had punk hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISomAzAKlI/AAAAAAAAACc/6imrGZZLxKk/s1600-h/DSCN0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225486838659033682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISomAzAKlI/AAAAAAAAACc/6imrGZZLxKk/s320/DSCN0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took a pick wen he was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISolkF9U0I/AAAAAAAAACE/Xuk80szjTrU/s1600-h/DSCN0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225486830953911106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISolkF9U0I/AAAAAAAAACE/Xuk80szjTrU/s320/DSCN0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I drew a moustache on his face! Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISpmG26TTI/AAAAAAAAACs/A5hAlpLNOeo/s1600-h/DSCN0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225487939797667122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISpmG26TTI/AAAAAAAAACs/A5hAlpLNOeo/s320/DSCN0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Put him in e washing machine. Just for e fun in it... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISplxFHiRI/AAAAAAAAACk/MU-gXKwXQZA/s1600-h/DSCN0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225487933951674642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISplxFHiRI/AAAAAAAAACk/MU-gXKwXQZA/s320/DSCN0598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think dis is e latest pic so far la.. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-920293095976195211?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/920293095976195211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=920293095976195211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/920293095976195211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/920293095976195211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/pics-of-my-baby-brother.html' title='Pics of my baby brother.'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SISolt7ZkpI/AAAAAAAAACM/uwVRlI-E-qE/s72-c/110727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-4423305266603458494</id><published>2008-07-21T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:13:46.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick..</title><content type='html'>Sori for no update guys.. Was so damn sick la.. It all started wen I was werking on Thursday. Was doing cashiering then, wen suddenly I felt dizzy and started vomitting out a lot. I can't take it anymore. I felt as though I was spinning around. I tot of not gg to skul the next day. Since it's Friday rite? Well, it's Maths. I nvr skip it before and I didnt wanna break the chain. Haha. So mite as well go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well for Maths. Lucky I came, since I had the codes, hehe.. Salih, Marc and Zal. Wait. Only Salih teached me. for the both of dem, I had to explain how the codes work. Haha. Well, VB is tedious though. Tanx to Salih and his codes, I got another A! Hee.. :D Ok.. Now the suckiest part. I got sick for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat, was still coping with normal things. Went to the bank in the morning. Lucky the queue was short. If not I cant take it ar. Took out some cash for her for her dialysis. Otw hm, I felt giddy. I kept on bending down just to puke on the grass. Luckily I didn't. Waited for e bus. Board 806. Dropped at my bus stop and den went hm. Got ready again and left the house to go to skul. Had IG. But only for an hour or so. Haha. It was lotsa fun. We all had to practice our posing. Haha. Taught by a real model! Damn fun la. But e paisei part is dat wen I had to take a pic by myself! Argh! Paisei noe! Well, I heard the photo shooting is on e 14th of August. Den e IG camp is on e 15th. Maybe, they are gg to haf an overnite camp. Which is a gd ting cos Im so lazy to go back and forth to skul. Pity dos ppl hu stay in the East side of SG! I noe how it feels! Been der! Went hm, get ready again and went out wif my mom to her fren's house warming party. Was unwilling to go, but I didn't want to disappoint my mom cos she juz needs me to help ard wif my baby bro. He's so adorable but acts like a devil! 1 kid is such a handful. Ate a lot der. Well, not really la. Onie chicken. Haha.. Went to buy some stuffs after dat den went hm. Suppose to werk after dat, but my giddiness was much more painful den before, so I took some drugs and slpt tru e nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I tried to get up and do housework, but unfortunately, I can keep myself up str8 for long. Went to ly down and soon fell aslp. Woke up in e noon, took drugs and fall aslp. E day was lyk soooooo slow................................ Was feeling lerthargic ar. My baby was bored I think. He called me a few times to check on me. Sori Baby, I was too dreamy to haf a chat wif u. Had a round of erm... business? to make. So by e time, I finished, it was 9.30. I tink wen my sis came hm, I felt a bit better. II think it was nearing 1? Im not sure myself. So I slpt tru e nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to a bright new day, it sux to a new week. Monday! Skul unfortunately.. was a drag for me! woke up at 7.30 am. Was a bit better but still had a runs. Was thinking on whether I shud go to skul or not. Well, I tried to feel normal thinking it would soon go away. But I was wrong. I felt worse. I bought $3 beehoon soto. But I can oni finish it after 1/4. Haiz. Sucj a waste sia. But I couldn't help it. I felt too giddy to eat up. Tried to stay for e 2nd meeting but Baby still had his lesson. So I had to wait til he finishes his class. Then, e rest of e day........... I'll let u guys imagine ok?? Haha.. I tink I haf type enuf for e day. Haha.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-4423305266603458494?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4423305266603458494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=4423305266603458494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4423305266603458494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4423305266603458494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/sickand-batman.html' title='Sick..'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-2195321135123327853</id><published>2008-07-16T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:27:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KTM.. and to BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SH4AKY1EAfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5M5toPxC2Rg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223612796260057586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SH4AKY1EAfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5M5toPxC2Rg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, wat kind of bike do u tink dis is? KTM rite? Scrambler... Well, guess wat? Guess hu did I see riding dis bike? Haha.. He was in today's health newspaper. It's none other than my Culture facilitator! Haha.. Brendon Fernandez. Haha.. I was so shocked la. I was gg hm wif my bf. Wearing my helmet. Den turn around, den saw Brendon walking wif a helmet. Its a full face helmet sei! White sumore. The bike oso white in colour. The above is jus a model ar. It's not real. Hee.. Cool or wat sei!! He saw me, but I was too paisei ar. When my bf ride off, I juz look away. Lucky my viser black colour sia. So he can't see my face! Haha. Shit sia. So embarrassing u noe!!! Haha. But cool ar. He's an actor, a facilitator, now a rider??!!! Fuhyo!! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223615655757806994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SH4Cw1Sc_ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/djd69KnUXxE/s320/29062007423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To Baby Darling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sori if I made u angry today. I didn't mean to. It rili was an honest mistake. I tot u were moody, therefore I juz had to leave u alone. But den u tot dat I was moody. Im not la. Im juz a bit sad. Since poly life, we haf been drifting apart. Ur in NYP, Im in RP. U always had projects and tests to do. Studying and finishing up projects are taking too much energy from u. For me, all I had is skul. From 9-5. It's so boring la. I can't go out wif u. Weekends is either too bz for u or for me. E truth is, Im just jealous of others. E.g. Balqis has lot of free time. Reading her blog juz makes me a bit jealous that they can meet up wif each other quite often. I mean, we meet up, but that's oni wen ur picking me up from skul. Den u send me hm, and dats it. Nothing more. It's so disheartening noe.. Im sori if I made u angry. I can tell cos ur always speeding ur way to Yishun. I can tell. It's a rough ride. Well, anyway, we haf talked out rite? Sori for making u angry ok? Muackz! Love u lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="this.href=" href="http://www.bikez.com/pictures/large.php?image=http://www.bikez.com/pictures/ktm/2004/21265_0_1_3_640" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-2195321135123327853?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2195321135123327853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=2195321135123327853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2195321135123327853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2195321135123327853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/ktm-and-to-baby.html' title='KTM.. and to BABY!'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SH4AKY1EAfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5M5toPxC2Rg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-1956476171902136551</id><published>2008-07-16T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:03:50.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whether its bullshit or not, I dun care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SH2dNzVA5_I/AAAAAAAAABs/ViBw5_TkHVA/s1600-h/Goth+gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can blog what I want. I blog from what I see. Many of my classmates have seen what happen. If ur against me, den I shud noe that ur a gamer? Hu doesn't care wat other feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guest: "i think you have bull****ed enough. Stop putting the blame on others and look at why all these happened.. You are old enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To huever u are... Y are u so worried abt how I feel? U dun noe it cos ur not me. I can tell ur a guy. Guys.. always playing games.. Nothing on ur mind. GAMES... Tsk tsk.. its a pity dat u shud let ur tiny brain go to e gaming world. Well, anyway, it's my blog la.. I can type wateva I want. Its my feelings. So u can't stop me from blogging ok? I can do or blog wateva I want ok? Sometimes, ppl like u are oni brave in tagging.. Y nvr leave ur name behind? Y? R u scared? If ur not, come talk to me ar. One on one. Whether ur a guy or a girl I dun care. If ur not happy, just talk ar. I welcome comments abt myself. At least I noe how to accept my mistakes. Unlike someone.. Tag oni but dunno how to leave ur name. Anyways, I tink I'm not gg to entertain "Guests". Nameless creature.. Tsk tsk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-1956476171902136551?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1956476171902136551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=1956476171902136551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/1956476171902136551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/1956476171902136551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/whether-its-bullshit-or-not-i-dun-care.html' title='Whether its bullshit or not, I dun care.'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-445530454834108826</id><published>2008-07-16T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:42:58.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SH1gFVB35PI/AAAAAAAAABk/3SiKboU1gLc/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223436787480257778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SH1gFVB35PI/AAAAAAAAABk/3SiKboU1gLc/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. I was wondering... Was it a mistake to come to RP? I mean, I want the diploma. But it seems like coming to RP juz makes my life miserable. Haiz.. Skul is lyk 9-5. EVERY SINGLE DAY! Wat a bore! It's juz the same routine day after day. Hu wudn't get bored?? I read Balqis's blog. Its like her life is much more fun sei.. So many days can go out. Eat here, eat der.. Come home late.. It's lyk so not fair la.. Im so miserable sei. Haiz.. Feel lyk I regret coming la.. Haiz. Me and Baby hardly go out. He has tons of project and test coming along. I dun really wanna disturb him la. I noe he wants to do well. But it's really sad to see ur fren having fun while ur in skul sulking. My cousins are prolly out at paragon. Den Suzy will be following my other cousin to Malaysia. Cos she can skip skul to do her baju kurong. :( See how sad my life is? It's either skul, work or stay at hm and tc of my baby bro.. Haiz.. My pay is alrdy so little. Den I finish alrdy. I wanna ask my mom oso lyk a burden to her u noe. Haiz.. My life just sux noe. I swear. I only see Baby at e end of skul. Den he send me hm, and den dats it. WE hardly go out. Wats more, fasting month is coming dis Sept. I bet u.. Confirm hardly go out. Why? One thing.. I haf skul, 2nd ting, its too tiring to go out. Bah... My life sux! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-445530454834108826?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/445530454834108826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=445530454834108826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/445530454834108826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/445530454834108826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/regrets.html' title='Regrets??'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SH1gFVB35PI/AAAAAAAAABk/3SiKboU1gLc/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-8909376182238874788</id><published>2008-07-16T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:31:20.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Dinner</title><content type='html'>Ydae, I went hm after presenting. I had to rush hm to do something ar. Can't tell u. Haha.. No la, just kidding. I juz wanna go hm and rest. As u all noe, I cant stand e bastard anymore. So I lied abt e need to go hm early. Wen I reached hm, I rest. Mom was slping on my bed. She's so sick.. Pale as ever. :( I think she had food poisoning. She told me she vomitted a few times. She said lyk exorcist! Haha.. Ok ok. Well, ydae nite, we all went to my auntie's house for dinner for a gathering la. Cos my uncle's hardly in town. So since he was in Singapore, why not haf a family dinner? My family was der. My 3rd aunt's family was der. My 2nd aunt's family was der. So is my cousin's bf. He's here til Thurs. So my cousin will go back to KL wif him. He's a Malaysian. My uncle is flying off today. Ouh wait. He alrdy flew off. His flight is at 9 dis morning. And I'm in class looking at my team mates discussing e problem statement. Haha. Ok.. So we (my family) all had a few chats here and der. Took pics. Im not gg to post it anyways. Haha. Was eating at the same time. So everything was delicious. Was full. By the time it was nearing 10. I wanted to go hm cos I got skul. My gm has dialysis, my siblings have skul. My dad has work. So everybody's bz. Went hm, chat wif my bf. Watched CSI. And went to slp. Haha.. E earlier part of the day is in my previous blog post. So yea... I hate dat part.. Bah... "-__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-8909376182238874788?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8909376182238874788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=8909376182238874788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/8909376182238874788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/8909376182238874788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-dinner.html' title='Family Dinner'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-8009140571823258327</id><published>2008-07-15T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:14:19.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SHwJVpdvgQI/AAAAAAAAABc/5205lHEjAkg/s1600-h/Eyes+stain+wif+Crimson+Tears.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223059935355437314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SHwJVpdvgQI/AAAAAAAAABc/5205lHEjAkg/s320/Eyes+stain+wif+Crimson+Tears.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz.. Tuesday. I hate it seriously. I know I haf been toking abt it since e last time. But I can't help it if it just pisses me off! I wudn't want it to rest! I juz want to torture preman if I can! Argh!! My group totally suck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/29783308-8009140571823258327?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8009140571823258327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=8009140571823258327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/8009140571823258327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/8009140571823258327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SHwJVpdvgQI/AAAAAAAAABc/5205lHEjAkg/s72-c/Eyes+stain+wif+Crimson+Tears.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-4235262397221161276</id><published>2008-07-14T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:46:32.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My imagination</title><content type='html'>Today's Culture. Tml Cognitive. Fuck. Haiz. Sometimes, I dun even wanna come for the lesson. But come to think of it, it'll be at my losing end. Shit. What would you do if you have someone you hate in one room wif any weapons you can think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Me? I'll be very cruel. I'll tie him to a chair. Superglue his mouth, so he can't talk! Haha. Slap him with a hammer so his jaws would be broken! Poke him with needles. Big or small, I dun care! Pull out his nails one byone so he can suffer the pain that I want him to. Cover him with wax so he won't be able to move! Haha.. Dat will definitely be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw ppl.. It's not real. It's just my imagination. So dun tink Im cruel ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-4235262397221161276?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4235262397221161276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=4235262397221161276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4235262397221161276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/4235262397221161276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-imagination.html' title='My imagination'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-6486366761004732547</id><published>2008-07-09T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:56:38.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Group</title><content type='html'>Ydae was Cognitive class. I hate dat class ever since I changed group. Fuck Preman!!! Argh! Y must he put 3 foreigners in my group? Its not that I hate them, its juz the wrong ting to do! XL always watches his movie or cartoons, goes out for break, comes back e very last min. WX oni discuss abit, dats fine wif me. K, ...., haiz, he, I can say, is a useless bum! He wouldn't say a single ting or idea! Dats so not fair. Wen it comes to conclusion, he wans a slide. Wtf? He didn't even contribute and he wans a slide. Fuck off asshole! CY. Always playing games sia. At hm play games not enuf issit? Come skul stil play games. Den contribute is oni taking ppt from frenz. So wat if u haf a lot of ppt? Most of it is useless ok? And he's ideas are from his frenz ppt! Wth.. Fuck it la... So fed up. Argh.. I hate *******!!!! Cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-6486366761004732547?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6486366761004732547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=6486366761004732547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/6486366761004732547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/6486366761004732547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupid-group.html' title='Stupid Group'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-5183308593159944179</id><published>2008-07-06T13:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:46:03.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home.. : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, Friday was Maths day. It was also e day dat i went to chalet after skul! Finised wif e 6P, rushed my evaluation, my RJ and did e quiz. Finally, its time to go to e chalet! Went wif Salih, Marcus and Zal. Took 168, den 17 and e last bus. I tink its 36 or sumting. Im not sure.. I've forgotten. Haha. Was a bit tired though.. Reached der, I saw Baby. He was waiting at the reception counter. The chalet was a bit small, but hu cares we're all der to gather. So, we settle down, put our bags aside. Salih, Zal and Marcus went home to take their things. Me and Baby styed n wait for e rest. Soon Ayie and Bob arrived. And l8r Adam, Mirza and Amalina. We all didnt noe wat to do cos e people hu planned dis wasn't der. So we had a game of 'Bluff' and 'Taiti'. Watched tv, played CS and HalfLife. I actually didn't know how to play but Baby pestered me to learned. So I tried, was a bit ok wif it but still in e beginners stage. Haha.. Damn. But it was fun over all. At 9 plus, ayie had to go to werk. He was suppose to leave at 9, but he was too caught up with playing e game. Haha. Hope he's not late.. Hee.. :) I was a bit tired, slpy and bored so I went upstairs to lie down. Baby was playing games wif them. Fooling ard. Soon, I fell aslp. Baby watched videos beside me while I was slping. During that, Salih, Zal and Marcus arrived. Dey drive der. Since we all had nothing to do, dey decided to watch a movie at E-Hub, the downtown east mall, which had a small ferris wheel inside. Marcus's girlfriend came, so does Amalina's bf. We chose e 2.15am show which is Hancock. I'd say e movie was alright la. Not so bad as people thought. But some of my frens think it was a bore. I didn't mind at all. So e show ended at 3.45am. Bob and Zal still had e energy to playy bowling while others wanted to go back to e chalet. Marcus, his gf, Amalina, her bf, took e car back to e chalet while e rest decided to walk back. We were walking halfway wen Marcus, came back and took e four of us away. So, dat leaves me and Baby walking. We almost reached e chalet wen Marcus , again, stop in front of us. Drove ur round e corner and we alighted. Haha. Fast, isn't it? So we chatted, played around, watching videos, soon me and Baby fell aslp at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8, found dem still awake. Haha. So we went down. Amalina and her bf took over slping. Haha. We slpt again in e hall on e mattress wif Mirza and Adam. Bob and Zal went out to buy breakfast. Bought roti prata and went home str8 to shower. Haha. After e 4 of us woke up, ate, we took some pics. Funny though. Dat day was e BBQ nite. Amalina and her bf went hm to shwer, Ayie came back from werk. We all didnt have anything to do. U guys should noe what chalet is lyk rite?? We were all doing wat we all did e day b4. Haha. E food dat we ordered for BBq hasn't arrived yet. So I'll skip to e BBQ part ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBq was ok. Lots of frenz have arrived. I help cooked part of e food. It was so fucking hot! I was perspiring, my contact lense is dry and painful because of all e smoke. All were having fun doing different things. End of BBQ part 1 was over, I cleaned a lil' and went to slp. Was v tired know. I woked up at ard 12am. By den so many ppl was downstairs drinking and eating. Baby wasn't anywer in sight. I went down, saw him. He told me Helmi bot a new bike. *good for him* Relax outside for awhile, with Bob and Mirza. adam was still BBQ-ing his food. I tink we slpt at 2am. Me, Baby, Mirza, Bob and Adam. We were too tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E next day is e day we had to booked out. Everything was fun and successful. Haha. I was told dat Salih slpt outside e chalet (outside e house) alone. Since his 2 frenz alrdy went off, leaving him behind. Haha. It was hilarious noe! He said he felt lyk a beggar for e first tym. Having nowhere to slp. Hee.. Anyway, dey went swimming for a while. It's lyk a morning shower. Haha. I didn't join dem since I had no swimming costume. Haha. So I just packed my bag, shower and waited for dem. Everything was packed by 10.20am. Booked out by 10.30am. We all decided to go for breakfast since we all had not had our breakfast. So All of us went to changi village to eat prata. Haha. Marcus, Zal, Adam, Bob and Mirza took Marcus's car, Salih and fren took his bike, and me and Baby wif Baby's bike. Everything went well. I was wearing my sunglasses wen I took it off halfway tru e journey. I didn't realise dat it was light, and my sunglasses flew off!!! Fuck man! I look behind. My sunglasses was bouning on e road behind me. I was so sad! It's e sunglasses Baby had bought for me wen he was in KL! :( Salih ride past it and hit e brakes. The lorry on e other lane drove over my sunglasses. Lucky for me, it didnt went over my sunglasses! Thank you driver!! Salih's fren got off e bike and took it for me! Thank you too. :) It had a slight scratch on e right side of e sunglasses. But it is better den having a whole of it broken! Phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we ate, had a few chats, paid and went our separate ways. What a weekend.. Everybody was tired. Tml's a Monday. A school day. Haiz.. It's back to basics everybody. Haha.. Baby sent me hm. It rain halfway tru our journey. Damn. We reached my place at 12.35pm. I asked Baby to go back hm b4 it starts pouring. I was dying to see my baby brother wen I reached hm. Too bad he was fast aslp. Haha.. Anyways, dats all for my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220109450965670594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SHGN42l32sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qp9oKeBO6bE/s320/DSC_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220112034144834626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SHGQPNrx1EI/AAAAAAAAABM/_ejUQt2pLL8/s320/DSC_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220109453606560322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SHGN5AbgokI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sMWBSZJc_J8/s320/DSC_0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220109461337877266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SHGN5dOzKxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2-v3km3wTvA/s320/DSC_0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220113073991720482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SHGRLvamHiI/AAAAAAAAABU/8gp1_i0agbQ/s320/DSC_1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, ders lyk a lot more hundreds of pics.. But dis are only a few ar. Lazy to upload a lot noe.. must wait damn long. Haha..&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/29783308-5183308593159944179?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5183308593159944179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=5183308593159944179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/5183308593159944179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/5183308593159944179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/homwe-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home.. : )'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SHGN42l32sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Qp9oKeBO6bE/s72-c/DSC_0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-770662747967808378</id><published>2008-07-04T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:51:36.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VB... Sux to the MAX!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Damn.. I hate Maths VB. Sux maths. Today's Friday, and today's subject is Visual Basics. It is some what like a language for a computer. Let's say if the box is red. And you want to change it to blue. So, the simplest way of explaining is lyk.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If box is green then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;change it to blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Else if box is red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;change it to blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EndIf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's lyk so "-____-.. ugh! And worse, we haf to do a program for random assignment. Juz lyk how we are always assign to groups randomly. It was sooo fucking difficult! Actually, my fren gave me e code. It can work, but not to the expectation of our facilitator. Since I had e code, I tot it would be ok, so I decided to go to causeway point for lunch. Followed her to buy things. Ate lunch at Banquet. I had Fried Kway Teow, she had Chicken Noodle. It was ok. Not bad. We decided to go back to skul taking the bus. So we took pics during the long wait for bus 169. Haha. *sempat* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219063185420960754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SG3WULtVw_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HyYQnIjg5-Q/s320/Photo092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well, wen I reached class, 2 of my classmates had left. Lucky my group was still der. But the problem is.. We didn't do the powerpoint we are supposed to do. Haha.. We are so in trouble! It was 2.10, presentation is in 20 mins time! Haha. So we decided not to do. So the facilitator came in, and we told her, we didnt do the ppt. She told us, we still had to do. So, ok.. I did it. Just haf to present the mistakes and explain the word Array. Earlier, I had ask Adam how to explain. What he told me on msn, I copied word for word to my ppt slides. Lucky for me, the facilitator didn't ask much about our slides! =) Tank god! *jumps for joy*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she said its time for the next grp, my heart was sooooo HAPPY!! Finally, I can officially said that the weekends haf started! After dis I am heading to my frens chalet. Slping over til Sunday. Yes! Gg to have fun ar! Haha.. Til then.. Toodles! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-770662747967808378?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/770662747967808378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=770662747967808378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/770662747967808378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/770662747967808378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/vb-sux-to-max.html' title='VB... Sux to the MAX!!'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-94Mfm4rpXk/SG3WULtVw_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HyYQnIjg5-Q/s72-c/Photo092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-852964372360351228</id><published>2008-07-03T09:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:03:06.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Tired</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder how am I going to survive in future. I dun even noe how to calculate the money ting. Omg.. Ders lyk PMT, for calculating payments every month, FV, to find ur future value, and PV, ur current value. I dun even noe wat it's about. Wtf.... "-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ydae, we get to choose our own teams. *hooray!!* Well, it is for Enterprise class. So, Melvin and Shaun were discussing, and dey decided to call me and Jia Ling. They also called Zhen Peng in. And im lyk wow.. I guess its lyk e best group I ever had. No ppl playing games, no keeping quiet during discussions. When Khairul came, he join our grp. So now got 6 ppl in my grp. So crowded.. Well, class went on gr8. Everything ok. But wen it comes to presentation, omg.. I suddenly felt so bored. Everything went so slow. Den e stupid faci talk n talk.. Bla bla bla... I was so ever ready to leave the skul! Cos I got werk. I wanna start at 5. So I left early. Went to buy cheeseburger and sundae hot fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At werk, everything was ok. Der was abit of a crowd at different times. I was doing cashiering as der was a long queue. But den something divert my attention. Ders dis family which consist of a dad, mom, and son. Guess wat? Dey drop a nail polish and walked away!!! Omg. I was fucking furious! So damn irresponsible ar. Argh! Den wats more, at e end of e day, der was shortage. And it was in post 1. Haiz... Damn.  Dunno wat happen la. My post, post 2 was fine. I was too tired to think of anything else but to go hm. Baby was waiting for me alrdy. So, I left Jesse alone in e shop. Sutina went on hm too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gues wat tym I reached hm? 11.55pm. And I haven done my RJ, Evaluation, and quiz. So since quiz marks doesn't affect my grade, I didnt do it. I did my evaluation, and my RJ. Did as quick as possible as e deadline is 11.59pm. Haha... Damn. I think I type quite fast since it was at an acceptable length to me. Hehe. Day was over. Went slping lyk a log at 12.30am. Woke up at 6, get ready. Did e UT wen i arrive in class. Til now. Typing wat I have recalled so far. Haha.. "-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-852964372360351228?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/852964372360351228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=852964372360351228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/852964372360351228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/852964372360351228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-tired.html' title='Damn Tired'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-8375125356525357243</id><published>2008-07-01T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:53:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is damn boring as days goes by.</title><content type='html'>Fuck. Sometimes I dunno why, but I feel like stopping school. Means to not come to school anymore. Its so boring! My new group sucks even more! Fuck. Now ders Kelvin and Xin Lin. Both of dem always do their own tings. Wth.. Argh! I hate it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-8375125356525357243?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8375125356525357243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=8375125356525357243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/8375125356525357243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/8375125356525357243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/school-is-damn-boring-as-days-goes-by.html' title='School is damn boring as days goes by.'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-2872940725432707742</id><published>2008-06-30T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:25:43.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!! After 1yr and 3months of dead silence..</title><content type='html'>Haha.. Finally! After so long.. People have ask me to update and all dat. Its soooo ugh... Lazy la.. Haha. Anyway, today's date is the 29.06.08. It's my 2nd Year Anniversary with my baby darling! Haha.. Well, I can't believe both of us have been together since e start of my ITE days. I tink oni Balqis and Nurul noes how we get to know each other.. Haha.. Well, Im about to get ready to go out soon.. So my blog won't be dat long. Haha.. Haiz. Laziness is still in my blood.. Haha.. Well, hope you all have a nice day! Toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-2872940725432707742?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2872940725432707742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=2872940725432707742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2872940725432707742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/2872940725432707742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-1-year-and-1-month-of-laziness.html' title='Finally!! After 1yr and 3months of dead silence..'/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-6564337347442550406</id><published>2007-03-09T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T14:20:07.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;AFTER SO LONG.. DAMN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh god............ Finally. After soo long.. Finall I update my blog. Do u noe y I didnt update since dat tym?? Cos Blogger is forcing me 2 cange my account to blogger beta. Damn. I hate it sia.. I dun even understand how it suppose to work. Haiz.. Now im at werk sia... Boring sia. Cos y.. Customer always call saying dat dey haven received their order.. Den wanna complian at us.. Idiot. Tink we making ur pizza is it? Assholes! Blame e outlet ar.. Stupid. Im so fed up n hungry dat we ordered KFC. 12 pcs chicken meal, with 4 large whipped patato, popcorn chicken n 6 pcs nuggets. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yum yum!! Well, I guess I had enuf of dis.. Gotta go back to werk. Boobyez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-6564337347442550406?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6564337347442550406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=6564337347442550406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/6564337347442550406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/6564337347442550406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-117024261751858168</id><published>2007-01-31T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:23:37.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BORED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Finally I can update my blog... Im starting 2 hate blogger alrdy sia.. I dun understand y must dey force us 2 upgrade our blog?? Same goes 2 frenster.. Dey said e new frenster has more exciting things.. But wat e fuck?? Nothing is new.. All is ugly sia.. Den if frenz send us e testimonial, we cant c e animated testimonials.. Wats so gd abt dat?? Frenster producers rili seems clever.. Haha.. Well, now im at werk. Im gg hm soon btw.. I wanna watch e soccer match.. Hehe.. Singapore vs Thailand.. Haiz.. Lets juz pray 4 e bez aite?? Haha.. L8rz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-117024261751858168?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/117024261751858168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=117024261751858168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/117024261751858168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/117024261751858168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116919061001355026</id><published>2007-01-19T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:10:10.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;STARTING OF A NEW YR'S LIFE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.. Haha.. Haiz.. Finally Im writing my FIRST entry of 2007. Hehe.. Sori ppl for e late entry.. Was kinda lazy.. If u noe wat I mean. Well, since it 2007, ders a lot of happenings ard me.. I've got a new hp on 01.01.07. Its e N73!!*grins* I told By abt it, he was happy for me. I was happy too. Sori By if I threw my tantrum at u abt getting a new hp. Den I told Balqis abt it. And e first werd frm her was "Chi Bai.." Lolx.. Sounds funny la u.. Now dat skul is startting, I get 2 meet By almost everyday. Zul bot a new ipod nano(i tink) frm Fida, she also bought a new hp. Looks lyk everyone struck Toto dis yr man.. Rich bastards!! Lolx.. And I oso haf a new networking teacher btw. His name is Chester. He is soo much better den Mr. Satesh.. Obviously. Haha.. I hate Satesh. His face is asking for a tite slap sia.. Haha.. I'll be honoured 2 do dat ANYTIME!!! Lolx.. Now dat networking is more understandable, I tink Im starting 2 haf a slight interest in dis subject. Hehe.. I rili wish 2 pass u'noe.. I dun wan my parents 2 b disappointed in me.. I wanna score high for e nxt exam.. Haiz.. Hope my wish comes true.. Im trying my best 2 pull my socks. Lets juz pray everything goes on well yea?? Ok.. Enough of dat.. Now.. Since its e new yr, I've been tinking a lot lately.... (does it sounds faliliar By?? Haha) I wanna get some new stuffs for myself.. Gotta save some money sei.. I wanna buy a 1 GB memory card, dat hair oil dat Balqis recommended, black jeans, clothes, new contact lenses, mayb a new watch(i rilli need 2 buy dat), maybe shoes.. A lot huh.. Haiz.. SAVE MONEY!!! Haiz.. I keep on spending sia.. How do I improve my saving skills?? Anybody got any ideas?? Help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116919061001355026?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116919061001355026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116919061001355026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116919061001355026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116919061001355026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/starting-of-new-yrs-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116711669849036058</id><published>2006-12-26T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:15:29.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SOME PPL ARE BORN LUCKY.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haiz.. U noe.. Sometyms I felt dat dis life we're living in rili depends on fate. Well, not sometyms.. All of e tym.. Haha.. Why m I toking abt dis topic? Its cos I rili admire my cousins' life.. Juz last Sun, I heard frm my gm dat dey're in Singapore. Cos my gm was suppose 2 go for a wedding, but my aunt end up bringing her 2 c them for a surprise. So my gm was at e hotel wif them eating dinner n a cup of tea.. Haha.. Wen my gm came hm, she told me all abt it. E reason dey're in Singapore was cos of Anuty Mas. She is e wife of a rich businessman. She practically pay for everything. Including everyone's air ticket. Actually, she wanted 2 fly 2 Singapore in her husband's privte jet and then land at e Seletar Airbase. But Singapore wudnt let them. So they took 2 first class in SIA Airlines. Der were 12 ppl in all. So Aunty Mas was paying for all of them. Due to e rainy seasons in Singapore, dey checked in at Hyatt Hotel which is nearest 2 town. E reason is, dey can enjoy shopping during e rainy season cos e hotel is nearby. Haiz.. And Aunty Mas only allows 2 ppl per rm!! Can u imagine??! Dey booked 5 rms in all.. And can u guess how much is 1 rm per nite?? Its $550!!! 1 rm in 4 nitez comes to e total of $2200. Can u imagine e total for 5 rms in total??! Let's c.. $2200 times 5 = $11000.. She spent abt $11000 for hotel rms oni!! She even bought my aunt a purse which is abt $200. Haiz.. I tink she has too much money in all.. E other tym, my cousins n aunt went 2 London for free cos of Aunty Mas. And dey each get £500 for demselves.. Additional of £500 for spending on food. How lucky are dey??!! My cousins get wat dey rili want cos dey went shopping wif Aunty Mas. Haiz.. How I wish I live lyk her.. Dat is wat I call a fantasy! Haiz.. Go ard e world w/o worry.. Im soo freaking jealous.. Is it too late 2 wish for present?? Well, I wish I had a rich aunty who is as rich as her. Argh!! So jealous sia.. Haiz.. Below is e pic of Aunty Mas on e far left, her niece and my cuz..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                         &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1893/3182/1600/320202/2782927651612l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1893/3182/200/246667/2782927651612l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116711669849036058?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116711669849036058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116711669849036058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116711669849036058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116711669849036058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-ppl-are-born-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116687191083106468</id><published>2006-12-23T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:05:10.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;WHEN THIS HAPPENS, I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!! Im soo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pist off! I lost my ez link card, made a new ez link card, no money in my ez link card, so hungry, haven't pay my bill, not enough money for a new hp cos my hp is spoilt. Damn it. I made a new card wif By's money, top up wif his money.. Soon I haf 2 pay him back. So today, I went to werk. But left wif no money wen I reached Tamp Int. Had to top it up. Left wif 28 bucks in my bank. Was so hungry, dat I haf 2 withdraw 20 bucks frm my bank n buy myself breakfast. now Im left wif freaking 8 bucks. How pathetic is dat??! Wat Im angry is I got no money 2 pay my hp bills for dis month. I feel lyk crying.. My paycheck is coming in on e 30th. So I haf 2 use it for my bills. Wats more, I haf 2 pay him back for my stupid ez link card. Den nxt month bills??! Still haf 2 tink abt dat wat.. Argh!! After all dat, I got no money for buying myself a new hp.. Gr8 huh.. Shithole! By suggested 2 check out e hp.. U tell me for wat??!!! I alrdy got no money 2 buy it, den u ask me 2 check it out sumore.. Pushing it or wat sia??! Even if it is enuf, I dun wan my bank 2 b left wif less den 100 bucks. If its lesser, wat m I gg 2 eat during skul?? Sand?! Den if I didn't buy e hp, got money in e bank.. "Can buy more stuff wif it." Alrdy I wan e hp, not enuf money, den u wan me 2 spend on other stuffs.. U call dis save ar??! Lyk dat might as well I dun buy my hp alrdy ar! Can forget abt it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKING SHIT!! I HATE MY LIFE!!!!&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/29783308-116687191083106468?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116687191083106468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116687191083106468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116687191083106468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116687191083106468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-this-happens-i-cry-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116635775112299632</id><published>2006-12-17T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:15:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;COMPLAINTS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haf u ever complain abt stuffs b4?? Lyk for example, food.. U bought food, u eat half way and suddenly u found something in ur food which is inedible or sumting.. Haha.. Wat wud u do?? Take it out or complain 2 e manager?? For me, I wud take it out.. But honestly, By wud complain it 2 e manager.. Haha.. Wud u believe that dis incident happen 2 me 5 times?? Im not kidding! I swear.. If I can recall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gelare.. I ate 3/4 of e waffle wif ice-cream, and I found a strand of hair in e ice-cream! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;2. Malay store.. I ordered a chicken porridge. N u noe wat I get? Rice wif soup.. Wth??!!..&lt;br /&gt;3. KFC.. After Wild Wild Wet, ate der.. Ordered 2 pcs of c.w. N wat did I get? Cold, hard chicken.&lt;br /&gt;4. KFC.. Again. Ordered e same thing. DIs tym its not e chickens, its e cheese fries. Not cooked..&lt;br /&gt;5. McDonalds. Ordered McSpicy. Everything was ok.. I was eating, and found plastic in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dis, By complain dem for me.. And ALL of them was replaced wif a new one.. At McDonalds, I also got e free sundae.. But gave it 2 Ayie.. Haha.. Cos of e last incedent reminds me that quite  few tyms I haf complain abt food... Haha.. So m I lucky, or cursed?? Lolx..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116635775112299632?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116635775112299632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116635775112299632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116635775112299632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116635775112299632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/complaints.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116599748920309472</id><published>2006-12-13T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:26:29.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;LAST THURSDAY IN SKUL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Now Im werking frm 1.30-9.30.. Dats 8 hrs. At least I get 2 cover for Thurs timing.. which is 4 hrs n I didnt werk cos Nurul ask me 2 help wif Amir's decoration for his b'dae. Haha.. At e hotel sei.. But budget one la.. Lolx. U remember e day I was pist wif dis girl? She was sori for it. N Im glad she realise her mistakes. I rili dun wanna make any enemies u'noe.. Haha. At least she did e right ting. I mean Im not here 2 create trouble u noe.. I juz wan ppl 2 noe their mistakes.. Anywaiz... Skul term is finishing soon.. Im sad.. Cos its going 2 be 3 whole &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wks sia.. Haiz. Boring.. E oni way is werk ar.. Haha.. Earn money mah. Den save.. Hu noes can go other countries rite? Hehe.. Dats me n By's goal. To travel e world!! Haha.. We intend 2 travel together u noe.. *By, I guess we haf 2 wait til we're 21.. Lolx.. Legal for everything sia! Well, enuf crap. Ydae, der was suppose 2 haf 2 tests.. 1 is Networking n e other is Web Application Developmen test. I oni go for e first. Cos after dat, I went wif Nurul 2 parkway Parade to get some stuffs for Amir. Ayie n By tag along.. Look for stuffs ar. Lyk rose petals, print pics, hardboard, etc.. I was planning sumting for By at e........ Eh!! Dis blog is public! Nvm, nvm.. Secret.. Den Ayie went off at 5. We went off at 6. Haha.. Reached hm abt 8. Long huh. Of course la.. Stay in Yishun mah.. Haiz.. Tired sia.. Dis morning, By woke me up at 6.15. Was too slpy too. So my 5 min is til 6.40.. Lyk duh.. I was late for skul alrdy. Class starts at 8. N Im lazing my ass of on my bed.. Haha.. Im soo tired. Haiz.. Lucky ders no test. If not die ar.. Haha.. I reached abt 8.45. Den, finish at 10. Den Went to eat at cafe 2 ar.. Came in at 10.40. Not even a min, Lecture has ended. Lolx.. Dat was e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;FASTEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lecture in my entire life!!! Haha... Den Care was cancelled. So, we got nothing 2 do til I dunno wen la.. Haha.. Ayie went 2 gym, so does Fifi, Ryan n Wan. Wateva.. Me, By, Zul n Shasha went 2 Mcdonalds to eat. So after dat all went seperate ways.. By went to skul, Sha went hm, Zul meet his frenz, n I went 2 meet Nurul den went 2 werk at abt 1.30.. Til now dats e oni tings I do.. Haha.. Bored rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116599748920309472?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116599748920309472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116599748920309472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116599748920309472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116599748920309472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-thursday-in-skul.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116572043849869112</id><published>2006-12-10T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:46:26.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;D*AH HAS NO ORIGINALITY!! IT WAS MEANT FOR ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Im soo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Do u noe dat someone can actually copy n paste a blog entry frm my Bf's blog?? Im soo pist! Y must SHE do it?? *hey girl, dis is for u! Dun u haf any sense of originality?! Y must u copy n paste it frm my bf's blog? It was meant for me u'noe, not u n ur bf ok.. Im rili disappointed in u. Damn. If u tink dat its only a blog entry, den I wan u 2 delete it! Since its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; an entry rite? If its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; an entry, can U come up wif dos kind of words for ur bf??! ARGH!!!! Wat's wrong wif u! Im still not hapi! Til u do sumting abt it or send us an apology, den I forgive u.. U better do it girl.. U dun wan me 2 call U a bitch dun u... So get moving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116572043849869112?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116572043849869112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116572043849869112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116572043849869112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116572043849869112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/dah-has-no-originality-it-was-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116550083016127895</id><published>2006-12-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:39:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SUCK OR FUCK?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.. 07.12.06. Woke up at 7.30. By called me 2 wake me up. Talked for a while. Til abt 9. Lolx.. Skul starts in an hrs time. N I still haven had my shower. Lolx. So den, I put down e phone, went for shower, den left my hm at abt 9.30. Late rite? Haha.. Im supposed 2 meet By at 10. But came late. I reach abt 10.15. He was a bit later. Haha.. Went for lecture. E weather was raining heavily.. I was so cold! Wats more Lecture rm was fucking cold! Haha.. Networking was bored. So I watch a video frm Marcus's ipod. U noe.. Thos thick ipod? Nvm if u dunno. Haha.. We watched Benchwarmers. Funny! I noe I watched it before.. But I cant help it if its funny.. Haha.. Den wen class ended, my frenz left. I was giving e attendance 2 Satesh. So me n By wen 2 Cafe 2 to eat. * wat we do, I keep private* After dat, I went hm. Was kinda pist. My gm found out abt e hamster!! Damn. She make to much noise. I knew she gg 2 tell my dad. Fuck u &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Freak. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANIMAL-ABUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Damn. Ok ar. Fine, I respect her so I juz keep quiet. Den wen my parents came hm, my dad scolded my sis abt her hp bills.. It was abt $116. Den parents talk, bla bla bla... My mom scolded my bro for playing e comp! Haiz.. Den it came back 2 me! Cos my mom tot I let him 2 play e comp. But my bro said my mom let him play!!! My fault ar???!! Haiz.. Life is unfair.. Haiz.. Wat a day 2 end.... Sigh.. Sigh.. Sigh.. Going 2 bed ar.. Fed-up sia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116550083016127895?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116550083016127895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116550083016127895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116550083016127895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116550083016127895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/suck-or-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116524089816754974</id><published>2006-12-04T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:01:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAMSTER-DAY..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GUESS WAT???!!! I got my hamster today! Yay.. Zul came to skul early today. So I got 2 c my hamsters early. I was excited. Rili.. Dey were sooo cute!! Damn, but dey bite sometimes. Haha.. Most of my classmates were looking at it in class. Hamsters. Wat do u expect? Dey r irrisistable. Haha.. Dey are kept in e container for e timebeing, cos I haf nothing 2 keep dem in. Haha.. Pity eh.. It was making some noises too. Noisy. I haven tot of names yet u noe.. Bal n e other was alrdy asking for their names. Nvm la.. Tink slowly. Wen it was Networking class, I was frustrated wif Satesh!! Can u believe he ask me 2 keep my hamsters in e locker?! Fcuk rite?? He tink dey can breathe in it ar? Siao! Wat if I squeeze him in dat small locker? Stupid. Its not s if e hamster is playing ard or wat. Dey r juz slping sia. N im not disturbing e class wif it wat. Stupid. Den ask me 2 keep dem in my bag. Fcuk rite? He tink he can do wateva he lyk s a teacher? Well, make me! Im not putting dem anywhere! Touch dem over my dead body, you BIG BABOON! Freak shit!! Zul was angry wif him too. Fed up sia. Nvm ar. Cant be bothered. No sense of tinking ar he.. Oni noe how 2 follow rules of e books. Dunno how 2 balance it. I feel lyk telling him I HATE HIM!! Haiz.. After skul, By accompany me 2 check out e stuffs for e hamster. I didnt expect it 2 buy all e stuff today. I juz wanna buy e container. Cos my mom will scream at me if she finds dat I keep in e food container. Haha.. She hates dem in food containers. Tanx to By, I got all e stuffs.. Tanx a lot By! Without u, I dunno wat 2 do. Muackz! Haha.. I alrdy fix e cage btw.. Muackz! Love u loads, u *******-licker! Hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116524089816754974?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116524089816754974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116524089816754974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116524089816754974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116524089816754974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/hamster-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116505853325786471</id><published>2006-12-02T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:42:13.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SI BEI SIAN AR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. I dunno why life's been lyk shit.. At first, I was so excited 2 get my pay, wen I receive dem. Its soo... Little! Why?????!!!!! Den Nurul explain why. Damn. Noe wat? Its counted s e 15th to e next 15th of e next month. Den u'll get it at e 30th of dat month. Lyk shit rite? Haiz... Hopefully, it'll be a big boom at e 30.. Haiz. Wanted so much 2 go 2 e Zoo wif dat money. But now, looks lyk I haf 2 skip it. Do u noe how disappointing dat is?? Haiz.. Anyways, Im soo dunno wat 2 feel abt having hamsters. I lyk dem, but I dunno if my parents wud lyk it. Esp my dad. BUT! I decided 2 keep it a secret. Hahaha.. Gd idea eh? Lolx.. Gotta buy e stuffs man... Haiz.. How much do u tink it cost?? A small one wud do.. Anybody noe wer 2 find e cheapest??? Wat do hamsters eat? Pls text me damn it.. Hahaha.. Juz kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116505853325786471?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116505853325786471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116505853325786471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116505853325786471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116505853325786471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/12/si-bei-sian-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116460739441150221</id><published>2006-11-27T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:03:14.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;FORGETFUL ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel soo ridiculous.. I dunno y but I keep losing my things.. A few days ago, I lost my specs wen I went to wild wild wet. Den this wk, I lost my necklace which By gave me.. Haiz.. I was so depressed.. Den juz ydae, I lost my thumbdrive!! Can u c how irritated I was?? I haf a short term memory.. I cant remember wer I put my things, or how ppl look lyk wen dey walk past me.. Haiz.. Im soo bankrupt! Den I need lots of stuffs.. My daily n personal stuffs.. Lyk specs, thumbdrive, handphone, personal things.. Damn.. wer m I gg to get e money?? I oni werk lyk a few days a wk.. N I dunno how much my pay is.. I havent even get my first pay.. Haiz.. Hopefully its gg to be more den $200.. I rilli hope so u noe.. Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116460739441150221?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116460739441150221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116460739441150221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116460739441150221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116460739441150221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/forgetful-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116392304538372000</id><published>2006-11-19T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:42:50.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;WHEN UR BORED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Im kinda bored now.. Werking rite now. On break. Til 4. Haha.. Soo fast.. Everything is alright now.. I haf forgiven By. Cos I noe I dun haf e heart 2 let him go. I alrdy love him n e fact cant change. He has stolen my heart n I will nvr let him go without him returning it back 2 me. Haha.. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; U LOADS!!! Muackz! I noe he wud do anything for me. And I rilli appreciate dat. Walking me 2 werk, taking me frm werk. Frm home, back to my hm. I noe its rili tiring for u. Hope I didnt overtire u by doing all dis. Well, I gtg for now.. Werk, werk, werk... Haiz.. Nvm.. Toodles.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116392304538372000?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116392304538372000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116392304538372000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116392304538372000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116392304538372000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-ur-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116342357521775396</id><published>2006-11-13T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:12:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;MISSING LOVER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wer haf u gone? E guy whom I love. U were always der for me. U nvr hold any grudges against me. U wud do anthing for me even wen its too much for u 2 handle.. All I noe was dat u were innocent den. U want e world wif u.. Now u had e world, u wan more.. It seems lyk ur a diff person now. Cheeky, irritating at times, starting 2 get sensitive. I dunno.. I miss e old u. I rili do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please come back home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116342357521775396?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116342357521775396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116342357521775396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116342357521775396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116342357521775396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/missing-lover.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116342265564114861</id><published>2006-11-13T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:57:35.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T WANT TO SEE ME GET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;HURT. SO DID U CLOSE YOUR EYES WHEN I CRIED??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why.. But I feel dat I haf disappointed everyone which include my dear ones, n my frenz.. Misunderstanding haf mixed one's feeling dat makes love turns to hate. By knowing ur feelings, I tried my very best 2 entertain u, treating u how we always did. Talked to u to make tings better. Dat was wat I hope for. But... I was too hopeful. I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHUDNT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haf bothered wif u.. It was soo &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of me. Seriously. Its a waste of my tym, my energy n my kindness.. I feel lyk a total IDIOT. I felt lyk I was toking 2 e wall...! Hmm.... Ok... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dats wat u wan, den fine! By all means. U wan it dat way huh.. Ok. Dun tok 2 me. Dun touch me. Until u feel right, den tell me. Dun hope dat I dunno how u feel. Now, u felt dat sumtings wrong, u came 2 tok 2 me. Trying 2 find e fault dat lies within us. U wan me 2 open up. Telling u how I feel abt ur doings, n my feelings.. Y now u wanna noe?? Its too late. E shell has close tightly n coldly. I haf given u e chance.. But u missed it. Too bad. I gif u e treatment dat I haf received earlier. By ignoring u n keeping mum. But u cant accept it. U even threw my hand. Wat kind of attitude is dis.. Ok. Nvm. Be it dat way. U can feel wat u wanna feel, n I'll go back 2 class. I can no longer face ur attitude. I dun wanna face u. I felt dat I will loose my top shouting at u. I kept it quiet.. But dat quietness has hurt me soooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dat I can stand it anymore dat I haf 2 cry.. It was painful. I tot quietly. Maybe, I was wrong. Misunderstanding was a natural feeling. N maybe I was a bit too much wif my attitude. Ok. Dats fine. I forgive u. I dun blame u alrdy. N I dunno wat more u wan frm me.. I left. End of e day, we met again. I dunno wat 2 feel. Happy, or sad or disappointed. I dun care. I try not 2 look at him. Looking at him will cause a flashback in my mind. I acted cold. U cant possibly expect me 2 forget wat has happen u noe. I wont forgive dat easily. U wanted 2 noe wat was e misunderstanding u had. Ask frm e person hu said dat 2 u. Dun ask me. Im not ur tape recorder u noe. All tings are cleared. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; u felt stupid at dat point of time. Make u realise dat u DO haf a small portion of sensitivity. I noe all along dat u tried 2 cheer me up n make me happy again. But too bad. I cant forget e tings u haf done. Dun try any harder. It'll b a waste of ur energy. I too cant b bothered 2 entertain. All my energy has dried up.. Im tired.. Rilly. Is der anything else 2 hurt me further. Mayb dis is e opportunity 2 do it. Im all for it. Get it done n over with. Haiz.. Though I had enough, I cant hate u.. I juz cant. Cant let it go easily.. Dun cry cos u tink u've hurt me. Cry only wen Im gone. With dat, I will noe dat U miss me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116342265564114861?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116342265564114861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116342265564114861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116342265564114861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116342265564114861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-said-you-didnt-want-to-see-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116322313905451770</id><published>2006-11-11T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:32:19.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"-.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Im kinda bored now.. HUUNGRY!!!! At werk. Werking at Oishi Pizza. As an operator.. Haha... I noe its shitty. Lolx.. But I find it relaxing though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116322313905451770?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116322313905451770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116322313905451770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116322313905451770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116322313905451770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116281876945668200</id><published>2006-11-06T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:12:49.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;THE SPIRITS WITHIN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Sometimes I dunno wat 2 feel at times. Feeling e mixture of regret, hatred, suffering, suffocation, complicated.. All in 1 heart, pumping painfully. Breathing heavily makes me giddy, tired, n restless. I dunno y I feel lyk dis.. Its soo frustrating. Rilli it is.. Tired 2 entertain. But wen I feel alright, dey make it feel lyk I shud feeling down all over again. Keeping quiet all e way. Might s well dun accompany me rite?? Waste their precious time. Dis type of ppl makes me angry. Rili. Den wat makes U more frustrating is dat wen U realise dat ur bez fren added ur guy or watso ever. I dun admit I m jealous though ur alrdy in a relationship wif him. But hu wont wen ur bez fren can slp wif other guys? Dun dat feeling occur to u? Geez.. Happen 2 me b4 wen my x is communicating behind my back, went out 2 "study". Freaks. I juz knew dat she wud add him. Fine.. Wateva. I dun care anymore.. If Im rili angry, ur gg 2 get it. Go ahead n make me cry. I dun care anymore.. Sometimes I feel dat nobody can prove me wrong dat guys r all e same. Its so disappointed. Rilli.. Y r ppl lyk dis?? Y must my bez fren always add my bf?? EVERY SINGLE ONE OF DEM???? Y??????????? ITS FUCKING IRRITATING!! GET OFF MY BACK! Ur rilli hurting me. I dun care hu. Im too sad n angry 2 type further. Gtg slp.. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116281876945668200?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116281876945668200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116281876945668200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116281876945668200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116281876945668200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/spirits-within.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116279486774333356</id><published>2006-11-06T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:34:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BORING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haiz.. Now in Networking class.. Soooo boring sia.. Haiz.. Satesh is teaching.. Dunno wer he come frm cos I totally dunno wat he is saying sometimes. Haha..Last Saturday, went Hari Raya wif my peeps.. Der were 13 of us in total.. Haha,. Kecoh sia.. Nothing to say much rili.. U shud noe e ususal stuffs rite?? Haha.. Boring.. Collecting money as usual.. Haha.. By's house was e last. Haha. Lucky for me, his mom wasn't sooo fierce.. Haha.. I tink dats abt it la.. Im kinda lazy.. Doing dis blog in a flash.. Ok la.. Gtg. *POOF*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116279486774333356?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116279486774333356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116279486774333356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116279486774333356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116279486774333356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/11/boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116200801286854917</id><published>2006-10-28T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T12:00:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... U noe... I juz update my blog ydae.... But der seems 2 b a prob dat I cant update or even save it s draft.. Isnt dat lyk soooo tiring 2 type it all over again????!!!!!!! Tired sia.... Esp wen I alrdy type sooo long... #$%^&amp;#$%^&amp;amp;#%^&amp;*(&amp;amp;$@!^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116200801286854917?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116200801286854917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116200801286854917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116200801286854917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116200801286854917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/idiot-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116073701648889134</id><published>2006-10-13T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:56:56.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TORTURE..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U noe.. I rii cant wait 4 skul. Haha.. From my 18th bdae til now I haf been counting down til sku. Cos y?? I rilli cant wait 2 meet my baby!! I rilli miss him soo much.. Though we can meet, i tink it'lloni b a fast 1. Cos Im very bz at hm. And its fasting month which I cant rilli go out much. Haiz.. E oni ting dat kep us close is by calling each other at nite n tk 4 long hrs.. I noe its nothing much ar. I noe I cant c his face, but at least I get 2 hear his voice.. Which is quite gd enough 4 me. Haha.. S Im typing dis out, I can imagine how we will react wen we meet.. Haha.. I tink I'll b jumpin 4 joy alrdy.. Haha.. I rili cant wait!!!!!!!!!! Can I cry???!! BY!!!! I miss u soo badly!!! 19 days w/o seeing u is a whole lot of suffering noe!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cant wait!!! Damn.. Til den..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116073701648889134?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116073701648889134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116073701648889134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116073701648889134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116073701648889134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/torture.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-116012581050208730</id><published>2006-10-06T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:10:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/Goth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/Goth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SHITTIEST LIFE I'VE EVER HAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck 2 life.. I hate my life. even if u tried 2 console me, or u already comfort me, its no use. Period. I hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's cos I nid 2 do work at hm. Cos of dat, I always n I mean ALWAYS cant go out. Supposingly my sis nids 2 go 2 hospital. N ders oni me 2 send her. My stupid gm delibrately forced my mom 2 stop work n send her. Juz cos e maid will b at hm alone wif her, doesnt mean she haf 2 drag me along bitch. She said I haf 2 do e work. Cant leave it all 2 e maid.. Bah.. Den wats e fucking use of e maid. Cant I get some fresh air outside? Its lyk Im in prison. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CANT&lt;/span&gt; go out. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; e daily stuff. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; be lazy. Wateva shit face!! I was so pist dat I felt totally ruined. Dat I cried by myself. Y??!! Y must it b me?! Y do I haf e shittiest life ever. So wat if Im pretty or beautiful?! Its no use cos behind dat pretty face, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAF&lt;/span&gt; 2 do all e shittiest stuff. Other kids in town haf all e luxury 2 relax, haf fun, enjoy in e sun, can go out 2 wer dey wanna go n forget all e fuck behind. By is now at e gym, probably hafing a gd tym der. Its always not fair. I feel lyk Im Cinderella. Being bullied, suffering pains, heart broken, no life at all. Its all shit. Sometimes I wan myself dead. For gd. Probably getting e burden off me. Den mayb my parents wud b happy. No nid 2 pay skul fees, 1 kid less. Saving lots of money.. U might suggest asking my sis 2 help out, but nooo........................... she's giving excuses dat she has classes after skul. Wud help out after dat. FOR WAT bitch??! Its all over. Now u can juz ly on ur shitty bed n go 2 slp. Pretend all u wan dat u haf gastric. Wateva. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE U PEOPLE!!!&lt;/span&gt; I HATE U!!! Wats more. My stupid maid haf 2 rub it in. I already change my clothes 2 send my sis. But wen my gm said no, she haf 2 laugh it off telling me dat I didnt nid 2 go. I KNOW DAT bitch. Y cant she juz concentrate on doping her chores. 2 hell wif u ppl!! From now on, DUN expect me 2 forget my probs! Mind ur &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OWN&lt;/span&gt; business morons! Haiz.. Crying makes me tired. N it hurts my heart a lot. Grr.. Forget it, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOBODY&lt;/span&gt; can understand how I feel except myself. Wateva.. I dun gif a shit abt myself anymore. Its plain USELESS.. Fuck 2 life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-116012581050208730?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116012581050208730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=116012581050208730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116012581050208730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/116012581050208730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/shittiest-life-ive-ever-had-fuck-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115984700336092866</id><published>2006-10-03T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:43:23.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;CAN I DIE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!! My back is rilli killing me!!!! Damn.. Cos y? I paint my living room.. All in 1 day! Damn.. Den in e morning e next day, did some touch up... Haha.. Can I PLEASEEEEE haf a back rub????? Somebody help me!!!!!!! Haiz.. Nvm ar.. I haf nothing 2 say already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115984700336092866?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115984700336092866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115984700336092866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115984700336092866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115984700336092866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-i-die-argh-my-back-is-rilli.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115950576835927209</id><published>2006-09-29T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:07:54.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/My%20Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/320/My%20Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BABY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hey hey.. Today's update.. Its more 2 my presonal life.. Haha.. Sori. Well, Juz typing dis blog specially for my baby.. Haha.. Baby, juz wanna wish u a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Happy 3 Months Anniversary!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I tink its been a fast experience for both of us. Haha.. Well anyway, I rilli feel happy going out wif u. Cos u make me smile n laugh all e time. Make me forget all my probs.. Im thankful for dat.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Forgive me if I haf been a bad girl 2 u.. Haha.. Sori abt me cant meeting u up for dinner. I promise 2 make it up 2 u wen skul opens ok? I haf not much but juz my smiles 2 offer u.. Haha.. Hope ur not mad. Well, I got not much 2 say.. 'Cos I cant rili sum up all my feeling of love here in dis blog.. Haha.. Forgive me. Well, u shud noe how much I feel for u. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is all I can say now. Haha.. My heart is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of it. Haha.. Haiz. I miss u soooooo much. Too bad its fasting month. Haiz.. If not I cud go out wif u. Its soo disheartening.. Haiz.. Well, I gtg nw. Bz s a bee.. Tired. I'll talk 2 u soon.. Tc in wateva u do ok? Toodles. Muackz! Love u.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115950576835927209?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115950576835927209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115950576835927209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115950576835927209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115950576835927209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115932864536779565</id><published>2006-09-27T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:44:05.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/RIMG0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/RIMG0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;MY 8-TEEN BDAE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Finally I haf reached e legal age.. &lt;strong&gt;8-teen&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Some ppl might say I shud feel proud.. But e truth is, I feel ok only.. Haha.. Fasting month had juz started n my b'dae was during dis period.. Haiz.. Isnt it sad? But guess wat? My period came. Dat means I cant fast! Woo-hoo...! Haha.. Anyways.. Im suppose 2 break fast wf my frenz.. At Tampines Mall. By, wanted 2 meet me at Yishun Int, so ok.. He called 2 say dat I shud go out wen he calls.. Wen I went down, got 2 noe dat he was downstairs!! OMG.. It was surprising.. He brought me flowers! Roses dat is. Wats wif it? Winnie the Pooh!! OMG.... Dat was rilli swt! I mean, nobody haf ever done dat for me in my entire life.. Muack! So we went 2 Tamp. Zul, Ayie n Salih were at Pizza Hut. So we went 2 Pizza Hut. Nurul n her bf came late.. Although der were a few ppl, it was a nice celebration.. Hu were der? Erm.. Ders Ayie, Zul, Salih, Nurul, her bf Amir, my Baby n me. Haha.. Ate pizza, my beef lasagne. *Ahem* Haha.. So ok.. I tot dat was it. Nurul ask me 2 follow her 2 e toilet. I tot dat was nothing. So, I followed.. Went 2 e toilet. Den Nurul bf was smoking so she wanted 2 join him. So ok.. Den went I went back 2 Pizza Hut, der was a small cake. Haha.. So cute.. Dey asked me 2 cut it in 7 pieces.. Haha.. Den Im lyk.. Wat..? Haha.. By said dat it was $23. WTF?? So small den $23. Crazy or wat? Haha.. Hmm.. Den l8r, again dey surprise me wif a bigger cake. Haha... OMG.. So swt!! Dey sang e b'dae song so loud dat everybody could hear it.. I was embarrassed. Haha.. Ate e cake, den paid e bill, den we went 2 e roof top 2 juz chat ard.. Soon, I gotta go hm.. Though fun has 2 end, I had a nice memorable tym. By send me hm. I noe he's tired dat I dun blame him if he doesnt feel lyk sending me hm.. W/o fail, he insist.. Haha.. Tanx By, soo much.. Muack! I had a wonderful time.. Tanx everyone.. Very much. Im touched wif wat u all had done.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115932864536779565?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115932864536779565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115932864536779565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115932864536779565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115932864536779565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-8-teen-bdae.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115888730506854525</id><published>2006-09-22T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:08:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/Eyes%20stain%20wif%20Crimson%20Tears.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/Eyes%20stain%20wif%20Crimson%20Tears.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;WHAT IF?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why... Why does he treats me so nicely? Why is he so understanding towards me.. Why does he care for me so much despite e fact of my lowly background? Despite e fact, Im so bz.. He rili doesnt mind at all.. Some ppl say I shud b thankful. Well, I rili m. Seriously. But some ppl I noe isn't lyk him.. Dey're mean. Hurting me tru feelings n torture. A thorn for every heart.. Very true. For all dis yrs, I've been hurt.. I hate it so much dat I had no confidence 2 love again. But why did I give in 2 him? I dunno. All I noe dat I love him so much dat I'm afraid 2 lose him one day. I noe he doesn't mind my background. But what if one day, u start 2 hate me? When u start 2 get impatient wif me? Now u dun mind when Im bz wif wif my work. But in future, will u stay e same? Will u scold me or torture me? Will u treat me lyk a lowly gal wif a stupid background? I noe u wud say no. But is it e truth? Can u promise? I noe u'll b asking why m I thinking lyk dis.. It's cos I had dis dream. Wer u were rili a diff person. E same attitude juz lyk my x. Im scared.. Rili scared.. Sometimes dis dreams juz makes me feel dat I shudnt haf gotten in a relationship wif u cos all I noe, I will hurt u in e end. If Im talking 2 u on e phone rite now, I guess u wud noe dat Im crying now.. But its juz 2 painful 2 hold back my tears.. I rili dun wanna lose u. But dis dream.... Im scared of it.. I noe ur patient n wont do dis.. But Im juz RILI scared.. Hope ur not angry wif me.. Cos I dun wanna lose u.. Dats all.. I love u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115888730506854525?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115888730506854525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115888730506854525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115888730506854525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115888730506854525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115883858807202280</id><published>2006-09-21T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:36:28.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/1957752797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/1957752797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;DEAR CUZZIE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. Finally.. Someone turned 17. Haha.. How does it feel? Gd? Well, I hope so too.. Well, I specially typed dis birthday song 2 u.. Hope u can hear it without me singing.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday To You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday To You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Dear Cuzzie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday To You!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha.. Der.. Hope ur17th yr of living wud b a blessing one. May ur dreams n wishes come true. Hope u find ur loving partner soon. Oh ya.. Gd luck in ur O's ya.. Study hard n pursue ur dreams.. Though Im bz here, I wished u a very happy birthday. Hope u can feel my sincerity from me 2 u. Hehe.. Sori abt not giving u presents.. Im short of cash. N of course.. Ur too "old" for prezzies rite?? Hehe.. Juz kidding.. Well, stay happy n healthy always.. Take care.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115883858807202280?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115883858807202280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115883858807202280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115883858807202280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115883858807202280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/dear-cuzzie.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115858537468923028</id><published>2006-09-18T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:16:14.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/The%20Cocoa%20Tree.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/The%20Cocoa%20Tree.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;HE MADE MY DAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.. I didnt rilli went out. Cos I was bz wif work at hm.. Den I wasnt rilli in e mood.. So went online for a while.. Chat wif By, den was offline a lil l8r.. By had his interview today. So I didnt bother him much. Cos Im afraid I wud be a hassle 2 him. Well, hope it went ok. I expected he wud hang out wif his frenz l8r, after e interview. N wud b back late. So, ok I did my own work. Til evening. My sis came hm abt 5.30. E phone rang.. She said it was my teacher. So, ok.. I tot I did sumting wrong.. Den went I pick up, it was my one n only darling!!!! Haha.. Rilli.. Im dat hapi 2 hear his voice. Cos I miss him soo much. He called 2 say he was under e block. So I quickly changed my clothes n ran down. Wanting so much 2 c his smile, he gave me dat serious look. I was scared. I expected bad news. Den he gave me a bag of chocolates!!!!!! EEeeeeekkkkkzzzz!!!!!!!!!!! My fav snack! Slurp!! I was soooooooo HAPPY!!!!! U cudnt imagine.. It was rili swt of him. I rili didnt expect him 2 buy me dis. Esp coming here 2 Yishun. All e way from Suntec City. I was soooo tankful dat I cud hug him for hours! OMG........... ** By, TANK U soooo much.. I LOVE U LOADS!! MUACKZ!! Its soo sad I cant hug u longer. Haiz.. Hope 2 c u soon again.. Dis Sat maybe.. Ok? U smell nice btw.. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115858537468923028?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115858537468923028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115858537468923028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115858537468923028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115858537468923028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/he-made-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115849949860389382</id><published>2006-09-17T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:25:04.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, 17 Sept.. Went 2 M'sia. Wif my GM, sis, bro n my Uncle's family. Wat did we do der? Juz 2 haf lunch. N wat did we had? Pizza Hut. OMG.. Y cant we haf it here in S'pore? Haha.. Guess its expensive here. U tink its cheap? Well, try paying for 9 ppl.. Yes. 9 ppl.. Haha.. N wanna noe something else dats amusing? We can all fit in the car!! Amazing huh.. Haha.. Well, after we ate, we did some shopping.. My GM bought for me a Converse shoe n a shirt. Sen walk ard a bit, had coffee... Den walk ard.. Den its hm time.. Boy, m I glad.. I was ever ready 2 go hm.. So I reached hm abt 7.40.. I guess dats abt it for today.. Haiz.. Still got 4 more BORING wks 2 skul...! I still hope its gg 2 b fast.. FUCK!!! Damn. *Hope I get hired soon.. At least my mom gave me $20 per wk since Im not skuling.. So I guess dats ok.. Haha.. Better den nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115849949860389382?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115849949860389382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115849949860389382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115849949860389382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115849949860389382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-17-sept.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115831869964543851</id><published>2006-09-15T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:04:39.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/P1040220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/P1040220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!! Wats up wif u ppl??! Damn it.. I woke up at 8.. Cos I needed 2 do "work" at hm.. Den my mom keeps on calling me time n time again.. Can u imagine how irritating dat sound rings every minute?? She keeps adding chores 2 my list.. Sometimes having a maid doesnt do much gd cos she doesnt rili noe if she do it in e right way.. Den wen Im bz wif werk, my sis's sch called 2 say she's having gastric pain.. Despite my long list of chores, I went 2 pick her up frm skul. After we reached hm, she ate her medicine, ate her lunch, pacing up n down e house. She said she wanted 2 go back 2 skul. N Im lyk wat e fuck? I pick u up frm skul, now ur telling me u wanna go back 2 skul cos of CCA?? 2 hell wif u bitch! I knew she didnt wanna do e "work". So her oni choice left is skul. Hang out wif frenz.. Chit-chat her n der.. Waste tym. All dos crappy lies abt her having after-skul classes.. BULLSHIT!!! Fuck dem all.. Grrr.. Was sooo pist, u wudnt wanna noe how much Im crying n suffering. I juz stood in e toilet, in front of e mirror. Crying silently 2 myself. Y must dis happen 2 me? Watching myself cry, its rilli heartbreaking. Its lyk Im helpless. I juz wish By was wif me. Hugging him wud b e next best ting. Seriously.. Wish he wud b der for me in my saddest moments.. N of course vise versa. *Tanx By.. Love u loads. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115831869964543851?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115831869964543851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115831869964543851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115831869964543851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115831869964543851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/beautifully-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115813572218898187</id><published>2006-09-13T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T16:22:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/i%20love%20u%20giving%20me%20ur%20kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/i%20love%20u%20giving%20me%20ur%20kisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;ALL IS FORGIVEN BUT NOT FORGOTTEN, PROJECT JOURNAL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Well, its natural for ppl 2 do stupid tings sometimes.. I dun blame u.. I juz feel Im used to it already.. Wif all kinds of ex I had.. I tink its natural for me 2 bottle tings up inside.. If u tink its ur on e right side, I can help it but 2 agree since u wont listen.. Rite? Forget abt y'dae.. I already forgiven u.. Dun worry. I still love u as it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, y'dae I had 2 come back 2 skul for a presentation on my project. I was group wif Zul n Baqis. Although our project was quite plain, I tink we did pretty well. Cos der wasnt any critics from e Martin (e lamest teacher I ever seen.............)!! Isnt dat gr8?? Well, other grps did pretty well.. Esp Flash's grp.. If u dunno him.. Its Xiao Hao. Hehe.. He's grp work was rilli gr8.. It was lyk e professional's grp. Seriously.. Wow... No words but wow... OMG... Haha.. Ok. Eric's grp was pretty gd too.. Noe y? Cos dis ppl are DAMN gd in Flash Animation.. Dis is wat my course teaches u.. Pretty cool huh.. Love skul a lot.. But now its a 5 wks holiday, I dunno wat 2 do during e 5 wks break.. haiz.. Isnt it a bore?? Gotta find a job sei.. Earn money... Den can spend n save..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115813572218898187?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115813572218898187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115813572218898187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115813572218898187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115813572218898187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-is-forgiven-but-not-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115768559503147205</id><published>2006-09-08T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:24:49.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/Image(877).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/Image%28877%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling much better den last tym.. Im so glad dat By is not angry wif me or disappointed.. *hugs* Now I realised.. Wat more can I ask for wen Im blessed 2 haf such a wonderful bf hu understands and respects me.. Wif his arms wide open, Im not afraid 2 express my feelings anymore.. LOVE u loads.. MUACKZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went 2 Jurong Point.. We juz wanted 2 take a look on wat dey haf der.. On my opinion, its lyk a food paradise der.. We were hungry anyway, so I decided dat we went 2 eat at Pizza Hut.. Man... Its a specially gd.. Yummy.. We had our mushroom soup, beef lasagne n hawaiian pizza!! Isnt dat gr8?? Well, 2 u it may b juz a lunch date. But 2 me, I tink its special. Every moment wif him is special 2 me. Cos I love him loads. Nvr will I get tired of seeing him again.. *Love U*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115768559503147205?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115768559503147205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115768559503147205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115768559503147205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115768559503147205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115743670746481854</id><published>2006-09-05T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:54:47.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/sick%20n%20tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/sick%20n%20tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;HE'S MAKING ME HAVING PSYCHO PROBLEMS.. SERIOUSLY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat if He's gr8?? Must He use it on everyone on earth?? Y must He make everyone suffer?? Since He likes it soo much, might as well, He kill us all.. Y must He make each of us, His creation.. To hell.. I tink its stupid. Making us suffer is soo evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 Mardhiah.. I hope u will get better soon.. Real soon.. Miss dos days wer we had fun most of e tym... I dun wan u 2 go.. Not juz yet.. Pray dat u'll b fine.. Promise.. Smile always.. U promise 2 go out wif me after our exams.. Dun break ur promise ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**By.. Sori 2 make u sad ar.. Wat Im typing here, is juz my feelings... Sometimes I feel ders a sense of hatred towards u.. I dunno y.. Rilli. Sometimes I ask myself y.. Seriously... I cant find e reason.. Its lyk dat feeling is taking over me.. Im soo sori if ur angry or sad or disappointed reading dis.. But Im juz trying myself 2 feel lyk my usual self.. Its not dat I rilli hate u.. I love u. And dats true. Im sure dis feeling will fade away soon.. Remember e tym I told u, nvr 2 fight wif me? Nvr 2 hate me? Dis is e reason y.. I haf diff feelings at diff tyms.. Its juz in me 2 hate someone or everyone for dat particular day in e yr.. I hate it.. N it take quite some tym 2 forget dat feeling.. Im juz typing dis out so dat u wud read dis.. I wan u 2 noe how I feel, but I cant bring myself 2 tell u.. Cos I noe I'll hurt ur feelings deeply.. All dis while, Im juz trying 2 make it sound lyk a dream.. I hate myself 4 feeling lyk dis.. Rilli.. I hope u dun hate me for typing dis out.. I hope 2 feel better soon.. Pls dun b angry wf me. Pls... Forgive me if I ever done anything 2 hurt u or make u feel sad or disappointed. I love u a lot.. N I mean A LOT.. Hope u'll forgive me.. Sori.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115743670746481854?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115743670746481854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115743670746481854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115743670746481854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115743670746481854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-making-me-having-psycho-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115690476591665496</id><published>2006-08-30T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:01:01.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;WADDA HELL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it... Damn.. Haiz.. I dunno wats gg on in my life already.. Seriously.. Well, ydae was 2 months wif By.. Tanx for ur 'alarm' msg in e morning... I love it.. Rilli.. Dat was rilli swt of u.. Love u loads! Muack! Wed, skul finish early.. Went 2 town 2 meet Zul. Den hang ard... Haha.. I dunno wat 2 write aledi ar.. Byez.. "-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115690476591665496?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115690476591665496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115690476591665496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115690476591665496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115690476591665496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/wadda-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115645981497522354</id><published>2006-08-25T06:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T06:50:30.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;PROBLEM AFTER PROBLEM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... U noe.. Sometimes ppl dun rilli noe dat many ppl ard dem rilli care abt dem dat we worry abt dem all e time.. Problem comes after 1 another.. Frm my guy bestie, 2 my family, 2 my gal bestie, my bf, money, work, n now frenz... Damn it mother fuckers. Pls open ur fcuking mind 2 realise tings ard u.. I noe sometimes its possible, but I cant juz leave u all in e lurch. Sometimes I feel lyk giving everything up. Rilli.. Juz ignoring dis ignorant fcuks.. Go skul, n back. In my room always.. Eat some slping pills n go 2 slp.. Haiz.. Now dats wat I call PEACE. If I can, I dun wan dis probs 2 occur, but its part of ur fcuking fault. I haf 2 do dis cos its part of life 2 get myself gg on in life.. If I had money, I wudnt werk. But I juz haf 2, cos I didnt wanna use much of my mom's money. Probs r similar s dis.. Dis is y, Im always tinking.. Tinking of solutions 2 help u ignorant fcuks.. Fitting all ur fcuking probs in my fcuking tiny schedule of my fcuking daily life.. If u get angry wif me, complaining 2 me, rejecting my offers, den fcuking tel me. Dun come 2 me crying, u mother fcukers! Fcuk.. Sometimes saying sori isnt rili enuf.. I can forgive. But I can NVR forget.. Esp e bad times. Wen I get dos flashbacks, I will get hurt. Den I start feeling sad, den my bloods start 2 boil. Den I will start tinking of all bad stuff.. Can even go 2 e extend of breaking any relations 2 my close 1. Dun take me 4 granted. Im telling u.. U wudnt wanna noe my dark side of me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115645981497522354?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115645981497522354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115645981497522354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115645981497522354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115645981497522354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/problem-after-problem_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115617245506997247</id><published>2006-08-21T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:00:55.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/Hip%20Hop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/Hip%20Hop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;MESSES OF ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. I dunno y.. But sometimes I tink I tink too much.. Its lyk U try 2 juggle everything in ur daily life within dat period of tym daily.. Den I'll start tinking frm wat tym 2 wat tym I shud do dis, dat.. Stuffs wif family, relationship, skul.. Wats more, Im starting work soon.. Haiz.. Im tinking wen I start work, I'll haf less tym for myself n By, den I'll start feeling bad.. Cos Im afraid By will tink dat I concentrate more on werk n spend less tym wif him.. Truth is, I too will feel dat way soon.. Haiz.. I hope it wont b s bad s it I tink it is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115617245506997247?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115617245506997247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115617245506997247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115617245506997247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115617245506997247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/messes-of-me-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115582133678647911</id><published>2006-08-17T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:15:10.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/Baby%20&amp;%20Me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/400/Baby%20%26%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;MY DEAREST BOYFRIEND WHOM I LOVE DEARLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY boyfriend... I LOVE HIM many many... Muackz! He's e best.. Heeee... Cos he's patient, loving, caring, gentle, freindly n makes me laugh a lot.. He looks very cute wen he smile. He's not lyk any other typical mats I noe. I trust him n I noe he does not flirt around.. Haha.. He's e only guy so far hu willingly 2 come all e way from Bedok to Yishun 2 carry my project 2 skul or send me hm in e nite.. Im touched by his doing.. Dats y its him I love n only HIM I will miss..&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/29783308-115582133678647911?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115582133678647911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115582133678647911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115582133678647911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115582133678647911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dearest-boyfriend-whom-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115582076569990014</id><published>2006-08-17T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:19:25.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;THURSDAY, "JAMMING" DAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.... Thursday... 4 hrs of JAVA!!! God.... So long sia... Haiz... Wat 2 do, haf 2 come for attendance wat.. Den meet STP for a while, cos he stress.. Walk ard.. Den go back class.. Finish den go for PIE, den went for lunch... Had a test at 2.. Thumbnail test.. Ok la.. Quite easy... (Cheyy... Easy sia... Skali fail! Haha.. *Choy... ) Den our grp went "jamming" sia... Made a lot of noise sia... Paisei noe...! Haha... By played e guitar.. I was quite shocked ar. I shud say dat he's pretty gd.. (Juz werk harder n U'll manage..) Wen I saw him played e guitar, I can tell dat he's quite happy playing e guitar. Well, seeing him happy, makes me happy.. :) Anyway, Stacy also said dat he's gd n dat she envy me.. Tanx Stacy, but its not e talent dat Im in love wif but e person.. Hehe.. Well, I guess dats abt it.. P.S. Love u loads Baby dearest.. HAha.. Muackz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115582076569990014?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115582076569990014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115582076569990014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115582076569990014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115582076569990014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-jamming-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115565538013660107</id><published>2006-08-15T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:23:00.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/Image(918).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/Image%28918%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;FOOD, FOOD &amp;amp; MORE FOOD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.... Guess wat??? Faster guess....! Hahaha... Give up?? I had 4 whole meals today! Haha.. Rice n diff kinda side dishes, Cheese Fries n Coke.. After skul.. LJS.. Clamp Chowder n Fries.. Den met my sec skul frenz 2 eat at New York Pizza!!! Weeee.......................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.. Which is today... Me n By went 2 eat at Gelare! Ice-cream waffle! Den went 2 sat at Esplanade.. Went hm at 9.. Reached hm at 10.30.. Now Im typing dis fucking entry wif my slpy eyes.. "-.- *yawn* Tml calss starts at 8.. Damn. Ok la.. I gtg 2 slp.. Tata.. All hail darkness shit mother fucker!! Hahaha... Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115565538013660107?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115565538013660107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115565538013660107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115565538013660107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115565538013660107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/food-food-more-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115538878954535515</id><published>2006-08-12T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:13:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;FIREWORK FREAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday... Skul damn boring.. Cos its a celebration of national day.. Didnt do anything much.. Haha.. In e sun, standing, den haf a gd show at e ampitheatre.. Its ok for me. Not dat excited lar.. Haha.. Den Saiful came wif his arms straight out.. Wonder y e fuck he haf 2 do dat.. Saw e henna on his arm. It was Shasha's name on it. I mean.. So wat? Even if he bend his arm, its not gg 2 get affected... Sometimes I juz cant understand dem.. First, he say he wasnt her bf, now dis? Ape jodoh lah, dis lah, dat lah.. Haiz.. Den Shasha.. She even say dat he is not her type?? Den wanna lie abt dem being cuzzins.. Wat e fuck..... Haiz.. Forget it la.. Carry on, we left skul abt 10. Went 2 watch a movie at 2.. Den relax for a while.. Me n By, had planned 2 watch e fireworks.. It was pretty n colourful.. Den went hm 2 haf a gd nite slp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.. I went out wif my gd frenz.. Ozee n Dizzie.. Haha.. E wacky cuzzins.. It was ndp, was crowded wif ppl.. Der no wer 2 go, no wer 2 sit.. So guess wat?? We sat in e middle of e car park. Hahaha.. came back at 10.30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, again me n my skul frenz went 2 watch e fireworks.. Haha.. den reach hm at 11.30.. haiz.. I noe I didnt rilli explain 2 detail.. Haha.. Mls..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115538878954535515?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115538878954535515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115538878954535515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115538878954535515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115538878954535515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/firework-freak-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115510603545862593</id><published>2006-08-09T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:47:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CLICK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... 1 wk has past.. Sori dat I didnt rili update it.. Was too lazy 2 go online.. Geez, I rili didnt tink dat last wk wud past so fast... Soon u wud realise dat ur exams r due, fasting month, den e hols.. Den e next ting u noe.. Ur in 2nd yr in ITE.. Fucking shit. Den u start 2 grow old, gotta find a job.. Work, family.. God dammit. Its way too fast for me........ I rili hate it.. Rili. Its juz dat u juz wanna enjoy life n nvr grow old.. Stay happy always, forget ur sucky memories...  N b hapi always.. Sometimes I wonder wat I wanna do in life. How will I manage it n all dos shit.. U noe? Haha.. Guess u shud noe.. Haiz.. I guess I got no other wirds 2 describe it. ITS TOO FAST. Always having fun wif frenz, nvr tot abt e future.. Sometimes I juz wish 2 end life.. I mean.. Y shud I live.. U born, u live, den u die.. I juz feel its a whole lot of suffering.. Haiz.. In my life, ders 3 tings Im afraid of.. 1, marriage, 2, work, 3, death.. ARGH!! Now in a relationship, I feel hapi.. But I dun wan it 2 end s fast s my life goes... Rili. Haiz.. Forget it.. Dun tink u ppl wud understand.. 2 final words.. LIFE SUX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115510603545862593?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115510603545862593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115510603545862593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115510603545862593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115510603545862593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/click.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115426010760444200</id><published>2006-07-30T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:48:27.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;WEDS. THURS. FRI. SAT. SUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.... Hahaha.. Hmm.. Noe wat?? I cant rilli remember.. Hehe.. Wait ar... I tink for a while... ............... Oh yes.. Finally I remembered. Haha.. Wednesday is e day which Im fucking late for skul.. Haha.. Class starts at 8.. N I reached skul abt 9.oo. N I rili dun wanna go for class. Met Azri in e bus. Didnt tok much though.. Den Zul n Fisa oso late. Their bus broke down at Hougang.. So I went 2 skul first. Wen I reached skul, I called my Bestie 2 ask him wer is he.. He was abt 2 reached skul. So I ask him 2 come quick n accompany me. I was soo bored 2 death.. So we went 2 eat at cafe 2. I dun rilli noe y but ders soo many sec skul students.. Haha.. Kiddies.. Lolx. Ok.. wile eating, we tok crap, laugh abt here n der.. Abt mats n minahs.. Bah.. Suckers. Haha.. Soon Zul n Fida arrived.. It was almost 10 by den.. Haha.. Dey took 3 hrs for dat day's journey.. MME class haf ended by den.. Bestie nids 2 go for SW, so ok.. We went for e next class.. Haha.. Wen we reached, OMG......... U shud haf been der. NO SHIT. Shasha's hair was tied into 2 parts.. It was... I got no comment. Shasha, u rilli shud not do dat again.. It looks lyk.. Ur a Malaysian minah.. From Kelantan! Haha.. Sori, but its true... BAHAHAHAHA!!!.. Made paper cranes.. Boring.. Den rest of e day is lecture.. Haiz.. Shitty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.. E day wer I haf 2 bring my project 2 skul. I find it big. So, I called Baby 2 come down 2 Yishun 2 accompany me 2 skul. Hehe.. Frm Bedok. *By, Tanx much much for accompanying me 2 skul. Sori 2 trouble u.. MUACKZ!* We went 2 skul abit late. So I reached abt 9. Didnt do anything much dat day.. Cos it was JAVA. Haha.. Soon it was PIE. Had 2 hand in our projects dat day.. Im done wif dat. but not most of e class.. Had 2 print their projects at MLC. So half e class went 2 der 2 print out their projects. So was bored. Listen 2 Zul's discman wif Ayie. N I make fun of his movements.. Haha.. Den hear a song from Wan's mp3. Heard it wif Zul. Den we started 2 change e words 2 make it rhyme wif e topic of LONDEH. Haha... It was lots of fun. Haha.. But e rest of e day was bull shit.. LECTURES SUX.. So after skul, s usual, deciding wer 2 go.. E decision is made finally. Changi Airport is wer we're gg. Eating at Popeye's. Its at Terminal 1. Was delicious. Slurp! After eating n stuff.. Still had tym 2 watch tv. Den after dat was still early 2 go hm.. I nid 2 buy my gm a hairband. So, Zul suggested 2 watch a movie. Only left wif Me, Baby, Zul n Stacy.. Haha.. E movie was hilarious. Love Johnny Depp. His character is soo funny! Wudnt mind watching it again.. So went hm taking a cab. Reached hm abt 11 ar.. Den snooze off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.. I tot class starts at 8.30. N I left hm abt 8.15.. Reached Tampines at abt 9 plus.. Haha.. Zul, Fida, Ryan n Ayie was waiting for me at TM Mcdonalds.. Haha.. I was e last 2 arrive. Den went 2 skul.. Was late s usual ar.. Did my online test in class. Salih had frenz 2 help me do it.. Haha.. After dat was SW. I dint do anything. Was lazy 2 change.. Haha.. Den met By at cafe 2. Sat for awhile den went off 2 town.. Had lunch n walked ard ar.. Bored ar.. So, we decided 2 watch a movie.. We watched NACHO LIBRE.. Hahaha.. Was funny.. He's soo filled wif fats! Haha.. Ended abt 6. So went hm after dat.. Reached hm abt 7. Haha.. Had a gr8 tym..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday!! Its e day wer Me n By were together for 1 month! Happy ! month Anniversary 2 u! Love u so much! Muackz! Hehe.. Was happy abt dat la.. But wasnt happy after dat cos I was bz at hm dat I cudnt go out 2 spend tym wif my dear.. Haiz.. But lucky for me, he understands my situation. So, he didnt rili bothered much abt it. Hehe.. Was so glad dat he understands.. I had 2 spent e whole day cleaning my room! Cos y?? A maid is coming in 2 wks tym n I had 2 get everything ready for her wen she comes.. Haiz.. Tiring... Was almost dozing off wen toking 2 By. Dats how tired I m.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.. E day which Im supposed 2 go 2 e Zoo but didnt. Cos of my mom. Grr... She keeps on nagging.. Telling me not 2 go out. But hu cares! I still wanna go out. Cos I wanna c By! I dun gif a shit. Haha.. So I did went out wif him. But he wans me hm early. Ok ar.. I didnt argue.. I noe dat he didnt wan me 2 get in trouble frm my mom.. Muackz! Ok.. So, we ate lunch at Pizza Hut at Lucky Plaza.. Was delicious.. Haha.. Den after dat, we went 2 Far East 2 look for his bag. He wanted a side bag. So, ok.. We found wat we wanted.. Bot it, Den walked 2 Dhoby Gaut. Walked ard... Den went hm by train. By send me til Yishun Interchange.. Den was hm at abt 6.. Haha.. Ok... So dats abt it for now.. Gtg.. Toodles.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115426010760444200?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115426010760444200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115426010760444200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115426010760444200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115426010760444200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/weds.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115364695812739806</id><published>2006-07-23T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:21:23.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;COMPO OR WAT SIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from last wk.. Saturday.. Didnt do anything much. Juz laze ard e house.. Lying down on my bed.. Walked ard e house.. Left my hp on e table. So I went 2 take it. Wen I picked it up, Baby sg me.. Haha.. Was rilli shocked. Cos I was afraid dat e msg wud b from e MR &amp; MISS tingy.. N soo.. It wasnt.. Was relieved.. Went roller blading in e evening. Was exhausting.. Came hm.. Played e comp for a while.. Den talked on e phone den went 2 slp.. Haha.. I noe its kinda boring day.. But wat 2 do.. Its my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.. Hmm.. Let's c.. Oh yes.. Its e day, I baked a cake for my PIE holiday assignment. Hahaha.. Cant believe it?? Lol.. I noe.. I oso cant believe it either.. Its a holiday torture!!! Considered it s e first hmwork of e yr! Haha.. Ok ok.. Back 2 e topic.. Baked e cake, n took pics at e same tym.. Doing project, at e same tym, chatting wif frenz too.. Cool huh.. Almost done. My mom came hm ard 5.. I followed her 2 buy a gift at City Hall.. While we were der, we bot chocos, biscuits, n some other stuffs.. Went hm.. Reached Yishun ard 8.. Den went 2 pick up my photos at e shop. So wif e photos, I was able 2 finish e project dat day.. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.. E first day of skul. Skul started at 1.. So me n my frenz met at 12.00. I was early. den waited 4 e rest. Skul was fast s b4. My bestie was back at skul! Hooray! Can play a fool.. Haha.. Can bite him s many times s I can ar.. Haha.. He went hm early though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday... Was a bit late for skul... MME was e first class.. New teacher for dis semester.. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;Blah3.... Cant rili remember wat happen.. Den e day is over. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la.. Im kinda beat.. So I type some other tym.. Toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115364695812739806?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115364695812739806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115364695812739806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115364695812739806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115364695812739806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/compo-or-wat-sia-starting-from-last-wk.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115331775279439111</id><published>2006-07-19T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:52:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NERVOUS WEDNESDAY, LAZY THURSDAY, FUCKED UP FRIDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday.. E day of my 2nd audition.. Haiz. Was kinda nervous.. Woke up, cleaned my house, lying on my bed waiting for tym 2 past by..Supposed 2 meet Mardhiah at 11.30 at e Yishun interchange.. Was late, due 2 missde e bus, n heavy rain.. Haha.. Manage 2 reach b4 12. Went 2 e shop 2 make my specs but 2 my disappointment, its close.. Den we waited for Baby at e MRT station. He reached abt 12.15, went 2 Ang Mo Kio straight n waited for my bestie 2 arrive. Gave e key 2 him, n we're off.. Took e bus no. 24. Reached skul abt 1.15. Was kinda fast cos Mardhiah was nervous n she's driving me up e wall wif her madness. ONce she's in, we went 2 eat at LJS. Was hungry den.. Came back, sat down, chat n waiting for her 2 came out of e audition room. Soon it was my turn.. Was fucking nervous. Cos der's soo many gals prettier den me.. Was afraid I wud get kicked out.. Haiz. After I was done wif e ting, we went 2 eat again at Toa Payoh cantre.. Fork N Spoons is e name of e place.. Den wet hm 2 rest.. Was rilli tired though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thursday.. Was down wif fever, body aches, feeling lazy all day long.. Hiaz.. Dint rili bothered much wif computer. Was bored.. So talked 2 Baby for almost 4 hrs. Den was satisfied. N went 2 slp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Friday.. Went 2 make my specs today.. Hopefully it'll b done by tml.. Feeling down lately.. Was kinda moody. Der was no way 2 cheer me up.. E oni ting dat wud make it go away was 2 juz stare at e ceiling, tinking abt my life. cried til I was tired.. Wish 2 slp n nvr wake up again.. Tired of everything.. From food, 2 clothings, 2 my life.. Was even tired of breathing.. Haiz.. Y do I live? Wats in it wif me? Y m I feeling or tinking dis way? Y?? Sometimes I juz wish 2 sit by e Esplanade river alone.. Looking at e water tinking of nothing but e wind, water n me.. I juz love it wen Im alone der.. Cools me down wif chocolates oni.. Im tired.. Write some other tym soon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115331775279439111?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115331775279439111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115331775279439111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115331775279439111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115331775279439111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/nervous-wednesday-lazy-thursday-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115315078012073526</id><published>2006-07-17T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:35:09.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;ESCAPADE, MONDAY MADNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, yesterday was Sunday!! E day which I had quite a tym wif my classmates at e Escape Theme Park.. Haha.. Finally. Met my peeps at Pasir Ris MRT station at 1.30. Ayie, Nurul, Fida, Ryan, Bob, Man(i tink), Baby n Me. I shud say almost everybody was late.. Haha.. Didnt bother. I ahd loads of fun though I was giddy after some horrid rides. Sheesh.. Screaming my lungs out. Fucking shit. Lol!! I was afraid I wud fall! Im lyk soo light dat I can b fallen off E ride.. But I love e Wet &amp; Wild ride.. Was, of course, drenched 2 my skin! Haha.. Rode dat twice. We oso rode e car tingy. Haha.. Forgot wats e name of e ride. Nvm.. Den played games, all dos shit.. U shud noe wats it lyk. Haha... At a point of tym, I got lazy n tired 2 walk. So, haha... Baby carried me la.. Lol!! Haha.. Was for fun though.. Haha.. Den we head for Bedok. to haf our dinner der.. Food was ok der. I had e masala thosai.. Didnt quite finish it cos it was too much for me.. After we were stuffed wif food, I wanted 2 go 2 esplanade. 2 c e Baybeats. Me, Baby n Bob.. Was packed wif teens! Haha.. Soon, I got tired n wanted 2 head hm.. Reached hm abt 11. took a bath n snooze straight away.. Haha.. Tanx By, for sending me hm.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.. Didnt do much today.. But I received a phone call frm e MR &amp;amp; MISS.. Dat I did manage 2 get into e 2nd audition!! Im happy.. But now i haf 2 worry all over again.. Haiz. Tink of wat 2 wear, wat to say, etc.. Damn.. Well, I gtg n tink.. Till den.. Toodles.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115315078012073526?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115315078012073526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115315078012073526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115315078012073526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115315078012073526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/escapade-monday-madness-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115297429176703891</id><published>2006-07-15T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:47:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;ANOTHER BITCH FUCK DAY?? DONT THINK SO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn.. Woke up at 9, n bath. Got a call frm my mom.. N guess wat? She nags at me bcos of me wanting 2 go 2 escape theme park tml wif my frenz n not spending tym wif my cuz.. Cos she is gg 2 fly of wen I start skul.. Haiz.. Life's fucking not fair!! But I dun gif a shit, I chose 2 go out wif my frenz. Fucking pist. Stormed out of e house s if I didnt leave der. To hell wif her, I said. Wen I reached hm, I told my gm abt it.. She didnt mind. She supported me.. Hehe.. Was ok by den.. Supposed 2 meet Baby at 2. But had an incident at hm wif my gm, which I of course felt sori for.. So, I reached at 3! Im so sori By!!! Rilli.. N tank u soo soo much for e chocos.. Walked ard town s usual.. Saw Zul n Stacy.. Bot a new purse which cost me 17 bucks. Hehe.. Nice. Walked to Esplanade. Baybeats haf started.. Not dat packed of ppl lyk last yr.. Sat for while by e river waiting for my Sutrapek.. LOLX. Went 2 look for clothes, make a mess of everything in every shop we go 2.. Hehe. Soon, I got tired. Wanted 2 go hm. Was bored anyway. Wanted 2 go hm by cab. Cudnt take it anymore.. Was slpy. I shut my eyes.. In a few minutes, my mobile rang.. Receive a msg frm a fren of mine. Name was confidential though.. MAde up dis msg dat rhymes 2 me.. Here's how it goes.. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeah, here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i got sum story 2 tell, abt a gal hu mayb came frm hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;e name was kept confidential though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but i doubt u psychos knew whom i noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;came along a gal, a fren of mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and dat frm hell said i was such a dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she said he's cute, im cute, mawi cute, but wat fuck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i dun gif a fucking fuck rubbish chute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aww.. den came along mr rap, hu sticks 2 her lyk sticky tap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she said 2 us nt 2 spout nonsense, but wad we said is decent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;n we're innocent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tempers flaring lyk oceans exploding, mr rap started crying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;boo hoo, gaga bubu, kutchi2 chiku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 days, 2 nites all we haf, 2 unite wats ever dat is left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;didnt c dem ard e ranch, went 2 play pool instead of joining us s a fool.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wat fuck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;minah-minah zaman sekarang, byk t*t*k londeh (londeh),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pakai baju ketat2 mcm nak meletup (londeh),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kesian bende ala tu tak bleh bernafas (londeh),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;skali angkat ketiak bulu mcm kapas (londeh."&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/29783308-115297429176703891?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115297429176703891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115297429176703891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115297429176703891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115297429176703891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-bitch-fuck-day-dont-think-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115279917051832522</id><published>2006-07-13T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:59:30.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BITCHFUCK DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn it.. Hate it wen I haf ulcers.. Sickening.. Mind u. Its not 1.. Not 2.. But 3!!! Of all e days.. My gm had 2 cook crab today! Y not other days wen I dun haf ulcers?? Y???? Argh... Ate for an hr u noe.. N I oni had 1 decent meal today.. Haiz.. How 2 eat outside lyk dis?? Hope it'll ware off b4 Sunday.. Haha.. Cant wait 2 haf fun.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115279917051832522?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115279917051832522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115279917051832522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115279917051832522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115279917051832522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitchfuck-day-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115271926708562954</id><published>2006-07-12T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:48:41.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;AUDITON FEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday!! The audition day for MR &amp;amp; MISS ITE 2006!! My god!! Im lyk sooo nervous wen I enter e room.. But its funny, Im not dat nervous wen gg der.. U shud askBaby.. Haha.. Met at 10. Den went straight 2 e skul ar.. We reached abt 10.50.. I remembered.. Hehe. E ting starts at 11.30.. So, we sat at e canteen ar.. Waiting for tym 2 past by.. Den it was tym.. Q-ing up 2 take a photo ar.. Haiz.. So e leceh ar.. Was alone den.. But after hearing e malays guys behind me, making stupid comments, we soon became frenz ar.. Dey're cool.. Den made new gf.. Which is alrights.. Haha..E auditions ar.. Haha.. I HOPE I will get into e next ound!! God pls........... I wan e money n e job!! Haha.. Its true.. Im not lying! Sheesh.. HOPEFULLY I can make it.. *cross fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115271926708562954?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115271926708562954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115271926708562954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115271926708562954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115271926708562954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/auditon-fever-wednesday-audition-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115261412716329323</id><published>2006-07-11T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:37:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;DAY-DREAMING DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday... Haiz.. Woke up at 9, cleaned my house.. As usual peeps.. Didnt rili had a proper breakfast meal.. Juz ate a few piece of snacks den dats abt it.. Haha.. Sumting was on my mind of late.. It was abt e event tml.. E audition for e MR &amp;amp; MISS ITE 2006. I was tinking how will it go abt, wat wud dey ask me 2 do, wat questions dey will ask me, etc... U noe wat I mean?? Haiz... Stress arr.. Lolx.. Dats wat I do today.. Haha... Day-dreaming.. Hehe.. N now, its abt 6.30, which Im writing dis entry.. N also waiting for Baby 2 go online lerr... Haiz.. Bored.. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115261412716329323?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115261412716329323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115261412716329323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115261412716329323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115261412716329323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-dreaming-day-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115254064154976166</id><published>2006-07-10T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:39:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;DAMN PERIODS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BORED!!!!!!!!!!!! Hahaha.. Hu wont b wen dey haf PMS?? Sux 2 e max man.. So wat did I do e whole day today? I slpt ar.. Cudnt take it anymore.. So I pop in some pills n went 2 slp.. Hehe.. So, I didnt do much today.. So sori guys.. dats all abt today.. Haha.. Toodles! P.S. Bestie!! Wer r u???!!! I miss u soo.. Beep me aite?? Baby.. Love u too.. Hehe.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115254064154976166?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115254064154976166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115254064154976166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115254064154976166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115254064154976166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/damn-periods-bored-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115219809779861812</id><published>2006-07-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:19:13.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;FIRST WEEK OF VACATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey!! Im back! Hehehe.. Sori if I didnt wrote my entries frm Monday. Cos I went 2 my class chalet. It was a 3 day, 2 night ting.. Den was too tired n lazy 2 update it.. Haha.. U noe me.. Tru lazybum.. Well, here's hows it &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;goes&lt;/span&gt;.. I'll try 2 described everything. Cos I wanna do it briefly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday.... Left my house in e morning abt 11.45.. Was due to meet my classmates at 12.30 at Pasir Ris MRT station.. I was der first. Den came Ayie, den my baby.. Haha.. Waited at McDonalds for e rest. Den we all went 2 shop for e bbq stuffs.. I tink we reached der ard 3 plus ar.. Not sure abt e timing. Reached e place, n i rushed 2 booked my room.. Haha. But for e 2 nights, I went 2 slp at e guy's room. Oni 1 of e afternoon naps I slpt at my own room. Haha.. So, on dat day.. We didn't rilli do much in e afternoon xcept laze ard e house.. I tink I spend most of my tym on e bed wif baby.. Haha.. Cos I tink Im too lazy. At nite, we play water bombs.. Got chased n was dirty eventually.. Haiz. Dirty sei.. Den for e rest of e nite, spent tym on e bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday... Baby had 2 go hm. Cant tell u e reason. I had 2 go for traing for e MR &amp;amp; MISS ITE 2006.. Haiz.. Can u imagine?? High heels, jeans n t-shirt?? My god.. Dats so embarrassing.. So I wore Nurul's pink jacket over.. So I had Zul 2 accompany me 2 e place.. Met my fren. So bored, tired, slpy, hungry.. Haiz.. Lucky, Zul bot for me big Mac. Was hungry during e break. So after we finish, we took a cab back 2 e chalet. Cos us $10.50. Cant u believe dat e driver doesnt noe wers downtown east?? Wahlao... Mite s well dun werk s taxi driver.. Sheesh.. Wen we reached, we went e e swimming pool, wer everybody is.. Quite boring arr.. So oni swam for few min.. Den back 2 chalet, we went 2 BK 2 eat.. Den, dey went 2 arcade. Was sooooooo bored n tired, I actually fell aslp outside e arcade.. Haha.. I cudnt stand it longer.. So I went back 2 e chalet first.. Slpt in e evening while waiting for e bbq food 2 arrive.. Didnt had much fun though.. Additional ppl stayed over.. But I dun care.. Haha.. Peeps, U noe wat I mean.. Lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday... Baby came over early in e morning.. By cab! Juz 2 wake me up sei.. Tanx ar by.. Den, played ard on e bed.. Lolx.. Get off e bed by 8.30, showered n packed my stuffs.. Den we all leave e place early.. Had breakfast, wif Nurul, her BF, Zul, Me, Baby n Wan.. After dat she drop us off at Pasir Ris Mrt station.. Wan already went back hm.. So left Me, Baby n Zul.. Its kinda early.. So we decided 2 watch a movie.. Called RV. Haha.. Funny movie.. Ok ok oni la.. Den went back hm.. Haha.. Tired.. Slpt at 5 in e evening til next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So comes Friday... Didnt do much.. Laze ard.. Haiz.. Boring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.. Oso didnt do much.. But went 2 e NDP preview ar.. Kinda boring.. But I onni lyk e fly past.. By e F16s n e new APPACHI!!!! Hahaha.. Love it.. Kinda tiring walking back 2 e mrt station.. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.. Which is today.. Im stuck at hm typing dis entry.. Cos its raining.. Haiz.. Guess dats abt it la.. Kinda lazy 2 express myself.. Lol.. Toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115219809779861812?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115219809779861812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115219809779861812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115219809779861812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115219809779861812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-week-of-vacation-hey-hey-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115180797370756588</id><published>2006-07-02T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:39:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BIRDIE BYE-BYE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can u believe, my sister actually brought hm a baby bird.. Kinda pityful I c it.. Cos it can't fly. I tink e wings has a problem.. But it looks fine 2 me.. But 1 ting I find perculiar is dat e baby bird can rili sit up or stand. Mayb it has injured it's leg.. I can't tell.. Im not a vet. Lol.. Dunno wat 2 gif 2 feed it.. Haiz.. Troublesome.. But pityful at e same tym.. Im typing dis entry on 020706 at abt 10.32am.. Lol.. Going out 2 town soon.. Going out wif my mom, siblings n my cuz.. Hu has arrived frm Sydney on Friday.. Haha.. Loves her loads! Haha.. Well, I type in another entry l8r.. So, I guess dats all for now.. Gtg.. Haf a nice day 2 huever hu's reading dis.. Haha.. Tc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/29783308-115180797370756588?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115180797370756588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115180797370756588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115180797370756588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115180797370756588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/birdie-bye-byecan-u-believe-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115176796600636245</id><published>2006-07-01T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:37:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHORT TERM MEMORY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GOD... IM #$%^&amp;amp;*@ BORED!!!Damn.. Didnt do anything much today.. Haha.. Sori peeps if I didnt do much of updating.. Kinda "bz" I shud say.. Haha.. S I haf e mental prob.. Some ppl noe wat I mean rite?? Hehe. I tink I shud skip e last few days ar.. Can? But I'll try 2 remember aitez?? Ok.. Lets c now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday.. I cant remember a damn ting.. LOL.. Baby says we went 2 esplanade.. Him, me, Zul n Fida.. Sat down near e river.. Im not sure if its e rite day or not.. Cos skul end late.. AH!! Now I remember.. My class no lecture.. Dats y finish early.. Lol.. Finally remember.. Haha.. Reached hm abt 9..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wednesday.. My god... Can u believe deres CMOS test?? Damn.. I confirm do badly ar.. Cos I dun understand a single ting dey tot in dat sub.. *faint* Left e lecture rm abt 4.45.. Cos Im not bothered staying for e whole timing.. Bah! Confirm fail.. So y bother 2 ans all?? Lol.. After e test.. Its WORLD WAR !! Lol.. Whole class sia.. Me n Baby juz sit n watch.. Lol.. I still can joke behind dem.. Hehe.. After it ends, we went 2 Century Square 2 eat.. It was baby's Gm's b'dae, so we went our seperate ways by 7.30..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thursday.. 290606.. A special day for me.. Shh.. Wat I do ar?? Hmm.. Wait ar.. I tink first.. Hehe.. Erm.. Ah!! E day which is e longest break ever.. Lol.. I had lecture at 8. I reached at 8.30.. "Prettiest" lady ever was such in a gd mood dat she let us off at 9.30.. Which means.. Break til 12.30.. Haha.. So e gang decided 2 walk 2 EastPoint 2 haf our breakfast. Den l8r, I decided 2 play pool.. So we went back 2 skul.. Pool rm was packed wif students.. So I played snooker wif e guys frm L class.. Had fun. Snooker was hard.. Soon, its tym for PIE.. Was walking wen I receive an SMS frm Zul dat class has been cancel.. So ok.. Break again til 1.. Sat at e hang out table on e 2nd floor.. Den l8r, found Zul, Wan n Salih in MLC.. MMeE starts at 1.. So we took our own swt tym.. Didnt do much of class.. Was toking all e way.. Haha.. Edit my blog n such.. After skul, went 2 Esplanade again... Chilled wif Him, Zul, Fida, Ryan n Mus.. Went hm ard 7.30..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Friday..... Mr Roger didnt came.. So s usual, I was late for class.. But hu cares.. Didnt do much anyways.. Had break den e 2.4km starts.. Tired sei.. Was number 15.. Haiz. Ate b4 running sia.. LOL.. Wrong timing sia.. After e run, we chilled at cafe 2.. Played a came called "TRUE OR DARE".. But mostly, I tink its a ridiculous game since u haf 2 joker playing wif u.. LOL.. Den, me, Him n Zul, went 2 Marina Square.. Zul kept toking abt dat topic cos he cudnt believe his eyes.. Haha.. Walk ard den went hm... Nothing much la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sat.. Boring day la... Nothing 2 comment.. Rili.. Haha.. I'll update some other tym.. Toodles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115176796600636245?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115176796600636245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115176796600636245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115176796600636245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115176796600636245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/07/short-term-memory-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115150894024664737</id><published>2006-06-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:34:36.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAZIEST SUNDAY, STUPID MONDAY TEST FEVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haiz... Sunday... U wudn't believe I stayed at hm for e whole day! Well, not exactly.. I did went out.. But 2 nearby shops n Northpoint ar.. Haha.. I woke up abt 10.. Tidied my house for a while, den I was on e computer til evening.. Of course I had breaks her n der.. Went 2 shops, Northpoint, make a delivery 2 my aunt.. Den, wen I came back, I was lying on my bed.. Kinda lazy 2 get up if u asked me.. Lolx.. Watch a bit of telly, den was off 2 dreamland at 8.30. ZZzzzzzz..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Monday!!! I love skul.. But I oso hate test.. Got e MME test today.. Starts at 9.30.. So, I decided 2 meet, Fida, Ayie n Ryan at Tamp int.. We all reached late.. Execpt Ayie.. Kiasu sia.. Reached at 8.30!Lol.. Reached skul.. Was very nervous n scared.. But e test was alright.. But not e theory part.. I cant ans any questions rite! OMG.... *faint* After doing it, I went 2 e skul's pool room 2 play pool wif Ayie.. 1 on 1.. Haha.. I love pool. Not quite gd la.. But at least I won 2 Ayie.. 2:1.. Had 3 games. Woohooo! Lol.. Den had PIE at 12.. Was a make up lesson.. Totally forgot abt it though.. Cos I was already prepared 2 buy food at e cafe 2.. Lol. Paisei sia.. At e end of lesson, MME was delayed.. S some of us hadn't eaten our lunch. Was damn hungry. Haiz.... Im tired..... I continue some other tym can? Slpy ar.. *yawn* Nitez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115150894024664737?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115150894024664737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115150894024664737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115150894024664737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115150894024664737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/laziest-sunday-stupid-monday-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115115456215720714</id><published>2006-06-24T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:40:20.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCKING FRIDAY, LAZY SATURDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday.. 230606. E day of NAFA(is dat hpw u spell it? i dun gif a shit.. haha..). We had 2 report in skul by 8. I had told Zul e day b4 2 woke me up cos I know its hard for me 2 do so myself.. So, he called.. It was at 6.20. I was practically dragging myself out of bed! Lol.. Dats me, a lazybum. Hehe.. Ok.. So I got myself ready. Left my house at 7. Reached Tamp Interchange at 7.50.. Fast eh? Zul, Fida n Ryan was aledi der waiting for me.. But we still haf 2 wait for Ayie. We wait for him for abt 10 min.. Den, wen he arrive, he suggested we took a cab. Cos it was raining heavily! Baby! Its ur fault ok? Hahaha.. Ur mulut so masin sei. *BITES U* Met my bitch at e Technology Block. Den we went 2 e stadium. N everything starts.. Did e 5 stations. Finish everything at abt 10 plus? Im not sure wif e timing.. Dis does not include e 2.4km run.. We plan 2 do it next Fri, e last day of skul.. Haha. Kinda lazy. So, after e 5 statios, Zul, Fida, Ayie, Ryan, Wan, n Me went 2 cafe 2 to eat. E rest of e kids were doing their 2.4 including my baby.. Haha.. Was waiting for dem.. After dey finished, dey came.. After cleaning demself up, we went 2 century square 2 eat at LJS.. Zul, Me n Him plan 2 watch a movie.. I was up wif anything. So I agreed. Watched Just My Luck. After it ended, abt 4.40, we went hm. I was needed 2 dye my frenz hair.. Rizman n Shaflie.. Haha. I cant believe Im dying their hair. Its so.. Not me? Haha.. After e whole process, reached hm ard 8. My mom, sis, bro n gm went 2 AMK. So dat juz leaves me n my dad. Shortly after, dey came back.. S usual, I was on e comp.. Haha.. Den e day was over for me at 11.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sat came.. I got no plans. My mom was already nagging at me 2 wake up n clea e house.. So ok, I got up n bath. Clean e house for quite some tym. N guess wat?! Its was oni 9.30.. OMG.. Haiz.. Done wif everything, I went back 2 slp again.. Den again my mom nags.. Cos y? She wanted 2 go 2 AMK 2 eat at dis particular restaurant.. Haiz.. So, ok.. I got myself ready. Den off we went wif my siblings n gm.. Left abt 1.15.. I chose dis dish. V tempting.. It was a half bbq chicken! YUMMY! Half noe! N I finished it all. Haha.. V full.. Den after, we went hm.. Wen I reached hm, I slpt all e way frm 2.45 til 6.45.. Lol.. Den, went on e comp til now.. typing my lastest entry.. Haha.. Dis is wat I call a tru lazybum! Haha.. Well.. We'll c wat I haf tml aitez? So, dats all for now.. Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115115456215720714?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115115456215720714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115115456215720714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115115456215720714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115115456215720714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/fucking-friday-lazy-saturday-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115098635770546049</id><published>2006-06-22T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:38:26.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BEST THURSDAY EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday!!! For e first tym all lessons, were cancelled.. Wohoo..! Since, ders nothing 2 do.. Our grp decided 2 watch a movie.. Scary movie 4.. Planned out everything.. I met Zul n Afida at tamp interchange at 9. Den we went 2 skul 2 meet Ayie n Ryan while waiting for Azman.. Finished at 12. Called Salih 2 find out wer he was.. Went 2 meet him at Somerset MRT. So e gang haf gathered.. Ders, Me, Azman, Ryan, Fida, Zul, Ayie, n Salih.. Walked 2 Cathay Cineleisure Orchard.. Ders many slots for e movie we wanted 2 watch.. We took e 2 o'clock slot.. Salih had invited Tendious along.. So, while waiting.. We went 2 ARCADE!! Lol.. So long nvr go.. So went der 2 play race cars.. Challenge wif Azman, Zul n Ayie.. Haha. I cud haf been first noe! den Azman go knock me.. Haiz.. Den end up 3rd.. Puachikalatengteng. Lol.. Den play pool wif Ayie.. He got e black ball in n so goed e white ball.. Which means I win rite? Hmm.. Im not sure.. Hehe.. Den went 2 e theatre Tendious was still on his way.. So, we decided 2 go in first.. Halfway true, he came n join us in e theatre.. E show was very funny n is a big joke of many movies.. Lol.. So after e show, walked our way 2 Far East Plaza n ate our lunch der.. My stomach was growling tru e whole show! Haiz.. Someone suggested 2 go 2 Esplanade.. So, ok.. We went der.. By bus..I was quite lazy 2 walk. Dats nt e only reason. At e rate we were walking.. I dun tink we can reach der on tym.. Confirm reach late. Den by e tym, we all wanna go hm.. I wanted 2 buy banana dip frm a chocolate shop at Esplanade.. Date e 1st ting on my mind wen I reach der.. Haha. Went 2 e rooftop 2 hangout. Took pics, video of our own.. Haha. I had e gr8 tym.. Rili.. Den we all went hm.. Went our seperate ways at e MRT.. Hapi bringing back e memories..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115098635770546049?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115098635770546049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115098635770546049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115098635770546049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115098635770546049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-thursday-ever-thursday-for-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115090459582615047</id><published>2006-06-21T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:44:04.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;KARMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/Kill.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/Kill.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shities day ever.. Believe me.. Haiz. Came to skul, den lost my card.. EZ-link card.. Felt lyk crying sia.. Wait, wait, wait.. Not sure ar.. Still got anger, laughter, feeling numb.. Haha.. Well, its true.. Ders nothing I can do abt it so Im not sure wat 2 feel.. Lol.. But I was quite moody wen I got 2 class. PIE was next. Since I skip e first lesson, I went 2 early for the next. Lucky for me, Ms Wong didnt ask abt dat tym ar.. Phew. Was feeling irritated at class.. Cos of some ppl dat Im not fond of.. Afida noes hu. She can hear me cursing n swearing.. Lol. Haiz.. Hu cares. CARE was e next lesson.. Didnt do much except few small kallang waves at e back of e class.. LOL. Lyk I say.. Hu cares? Left the class at 12.30 for lunch.. JAVA was at 2.. Adam found my EZ-link card n trying 2 make me pay $10 for him finding e card.. N Im lyk a lil brat saying,"make me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Haha.. I dun gif a rat's ass! Call, my mom, he die ar! LOL.. Den was lecture.. Didnt pay much attention.. At e end of lesson, we were screen for anything against e skul.. After dat.. WAR starts... #$@*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115090459582615047?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115090459582615047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115090459582615047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115090459582615047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115090459582615047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/karma-shities-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115081793125021209</id><published>2006-06-20T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:25:20.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BUMPY RIDE, SHIT THE NEXT, FUCK OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I went out wif my mom, younger sis n bro.. Wanted 2 haf a quality tym together.. So my mom decided 2 take a ride on e air balloon near Bugis.. N my, it cost a bomb. $23 for a ticket.. Haiz.. Damn expensive.. But, lyk hu cares, we rode it anyway.. Hehe. N my mom was lyk in a gd mood, she bot me n my sis a hp each wif line.. Haha.. Isnt it gr8? But I feel its e shitiest hp ever.. F%$#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ydae, went to skul early, write a bit of notes, den went 2 class.. My members were late.. Ayie, Ryan, Zul, Salih n Fida.. Haha.. 1 hr n 15 min late.. Lol.. Power! Haha.. MME was e shitiest.. Im damn bored wif it sia.. Lyk wat I do is sit in e comp n listen 2 different sound samples n edit it.. Haiya.. Lyk stupid person lyk dat.. Boring sounds.. Listen 2 my mp3 better sia.. Den went for lecture.. *faint* BORRING sia... Ok, ok.. To me wat is not boring? Lol.. Went to New York Pizza to eat again.. Dis tym, more ppl came.. Cos e last tym was oni Zul, Azman n me.. Dis tym, ders, Wan, Ryan, Fida, Ayie, Mus, Zul, Nurul, Balqis, Azri n me.. Haha.. Take dat! Well, dis tym a lil disappointed.. Tables were dirty. Ask e person 2 clean it oso dey nvr clean sia.. $%#*! Tink dey high class cannot clean ar? Den my Liberty White not s nice s last tym.. E last tym was more cheesier n e noodles was more soft? Haha.. I dunno how 2 described it.. U can imagine it dun u? I was so upset. Haha.. No la.. Angry haf la.. Feel lyk throwing e noodles at dem sia! Den e Liberty Red not s nice s i tot.. Kinda salty. Same goes 2 e lasagne.. Bah! I tink I cook better ar.. Lol.. Jkjk.. L8r I burn e kitchen ar.. If I nvr say dis oso I tink e PERSON hu rid dis will say ar.. U noe hu u r.. Buek! Heee.. Back 2 my story.. Haha.. Lyk story-telling.. Ahax. Zul was rili pist wif dem.. He wrote a letter 2 dem n complaint. Lyk it wud help. Haha.. Hu cares? Not my effort in writing man.. Haha.. Den, we went hm.. Waiting for e bus is lyk waiting for my tym 2 go sia.. Bloody looooong... I tink wen I JUZ leave e interchange ar, my frenz aledi halfway hm.. Can u imagine? Yala.. L8r some ppl say I lyk 2 waste tym.. Ok.. U noe, I noe, we shuddup k baby? Haha.. Shh.. Reach hm, poof! Off 2 dreamland after a bath.. Wowwee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday arrive.. S usual.. Late for class... Java was e first lesson.. Reach at 8.45. Didnt do much except chatting.. Haha.. After dat lecture wif e "prettiest" lady ever.. BOOM goes her ass! LOL.. Didnt pay attention. Den was wat? Wait ar.. Erm.. CMOS.. Bah! Oso nvr pay attention.. A bit oni la.. Did ans e questions.. I oso watch videos.. From youtube.. Ok.. Tym pass by, lecture....! Go or not 2 go? Dats e freaking god damn question.. Hmmmm.... OK! Dun go was e ans.. Ayie didnt noe if he wanna go in or not.. Zul, Fida, Ryan, Azman, me (is dat all? i cant remember.. stm.. lol..) took off first.. Soon, Ayie join us.. Oh yar! I forgot my bitch! Balqis was wif us.. Haha.. Sori bitch. So off, we headed 2 East Point Ryan n Fida didnt join us.. I dunno y. E rest? Went 2 KFC.. Ate. (lyk duh) Laugh here n der.. Bitch Balqis left halfway.. N e rest continued.. Joke abt all sorts of tings.. U wudn't wanna noe. Believe me. Den I wanted 2 leave.. But Zul, wanted 2 check some bike stuff. But 2 bad, it was closed.. Den we went out of e mall, saw Salih n frenz.. Dey oso nvr go for lecture.. Haha.. Was toking wif dem.. Got bored n started 2 play poking game wif Azman.. Haha! Salih suggested we go 2 e Safari.. I tot it was e.. I dunno wat im tinking.. Lol! Dun laugh! In e shop, Salih scared me wif e dog in e shop.. Well, it was leashed anyway.. But it was big! Damn u Salih.. Haha.. Jkjk.. Den we left e place.. Walked 2 e bus stop near Changi Hospital.. Den gossip starts.. U wanna noe? Kiss my ASS! Hahaha.. Confidential.. Sucker! Jk oni la.. Erm.. Nvm.. Last sentence.. #$@* OFF U BITCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115081793125021209?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115081793125021209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115081793125021209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115081793125021209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115081793125021209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/bumpy-ride-shit-next-fuck-off-sunday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115054312630830248</id><published>2006-06-17T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:40:37.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/Hmm...1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/Hmm...0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BORED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god.. Its such a BORRRRRRINGG saturday. Didnt go out today. Stuck wif boredom at home. Woke up at 9, went to e market 2 buy breakfast. Guess wat I had? Roti prata.. Haha.. Indian style. After dat, make my bed n laze ard e house.. Watch tv, eat, slp.. Dis is my Saturday's job. Working s a pig.. Lol.. Isnt it life? But i prefer outdoors. Shopping, viewing new sites n such.. Was on msn, chatted wif Shasha for a while. Wrote Azman a testi, trying 2 find a new skin for my blog. Didnt c wat i wanted, so i got frustrated.. Haiz. Bah! Computers.. Its such a hassle.. But at e same tym its kinda useful. Making contacts wif my frenz, Cuzzies overseas, teachers, new frenz.. Get e idea? Well, I guess dats all for today. U shud noe wat its lyk on a day wen ur staying at hm all day wif nothing 2 do. Haha.. Toodles.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29783308-115054312630830248?l=mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115054312630830248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29783308&amp;postID=115054312630830248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115054312630830248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29783308/posts/default/115054312630830248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetbitterlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Psycho.Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08376529708166849978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e134/lydia269/Gothvampire.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29783308.post-115046442011753973</id><published>2006-06-16T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:42:12.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/Fuck%20Face.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/200/Fuck%20Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1893/3182/1600/Fuck%20Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;CRAPPY FRIDAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday.. The last day of e wk. I find dat e wk past so fast that its lyk juz yesterday was Monday. Aniwaez, I was late for skul today. Class starts at 8, I was at e interchange at 9. Can u imagine that? Haha.. I dun rili gif a shit.. Met Ayie n Zul der, den bumped into Bitch Balqis and her boifren. Can u guess wat tym we went to class? At 9.25 exactly. Haiz.. At first Mr Roger didn't say anything, then e blabbering starts.. Aw' man... Feels lyk my ear's bleeding! Den 2 of my other classmates arrive. And guess wat?! He didnt said anything! God! Can someone smash his head??! He's %^&amp;amp;*ing biased!! Soon, lesson end. It was tym for SW anyway, so we went 2 Cafe 2 to haf our lunch. Blah, blah, blah..... Then its tym 2 change. After, that, we arrive at e scene.. And guess wat??! E baldy didn't come today.. My, is dis wat u call skul? Haha.. I find it a waste of tym 2 go 2 skul today. L8r, my grp went 2 MLC. The comp room. We did our test while I was waiting for Azman. He insist dat I help him in his test. So, ok, I agreed.. Done wif e tests, e boredom starts 2 rise.. So, we left 2 place. Zul had 2 go for his CCA. So I'm left wif Azman, Ayie, Salih n Fida.. We didnt rili wanna go hm yet. So we decided 2 go 2 Cafe 2 again. 2 eat. We laugh s we joke, talk crap, imagine stuffs dat I dun ting u wud wanna noe.. Seriously, its outta e world.. Haha.. 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