<?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-15544933</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:54:19.021+08:00</updated><category term='Fuck school'/><category term='Birds and Sleepy woman'/><category term='I hate being sick :('/><category term='Fucked up mood'/><category term='read the message yaaaaar'/><category term='take me away'/><category term='I love fake Oreos.'/><category term='Wanker'/><category term='no phone no life'/><category term='I enjoy DARYLing'/><category term='happy birthday sotong'/><category term='The little things you do that makes my heart melt.'/><category term='Imma mushroom y&apos;all'/><category term='low self-esteem'/><category term='no answers.'/><category term='it&apos;s so hot-ness. :('/><category term='Sick society. Sicky.'/><category term='mad men galore.'/><category term='No more drinking.'/><category term='i sense something seriously wrong.'/><category term='no reason'/><category term='CABBAGE BRAND Vegetable Cooking Oil'/><category term='don&apos;t know why.'/><category term='just tears'/><category term='David Moon'/><category term='Spiderman'/><category term='I&apos;m my own boss'/><category term='I miss boey&apos;s open the windows and fans'/><category term='So many questions'/><category term='Be prepared to be shocked.'/><category term='baaaaaaaaaaaybeeeeeeats. remind you of?'/><category term='GUCCI GUCCI YA YA DA DA.'/><title type='text'>rejection or regret?</title><subtitle type='html'>which would you choose?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1236870186342341778</id><published>2010-05-17T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:40:42.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck. A month has passed and I haven't lost any weight. Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this week. 3 hour diet.&lt;br /&gt;Next week 3 hour diet + jogging 3 days a week&lt;br /&gt;3rd week: 3 hour diet + jogging everyday + pilates 2/3 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;4th week: 3 hour diet + jogging everyday + pilates everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to lose 5 kg by a month. Pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1236870186342341778?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1236870186342341778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1236870186342341778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1236870186342341778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1236870186342341778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1980365545932494727</id><published>2010-04-25T03:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T03:34:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Okay, the current plan now is:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOSE 5KG BY JUNE 25TH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAILURE TO DO SO: TREAT PRISCILLIA SEAH TO CEDELE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief, I swear to God.. I need to fucking be slim and sexy and laugh at all the retards who actually had their chances. Come on, make it work. Make my dream come truuuuuuuue. It's all up to you Ange. You have the power to do so. You can do eeeet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1980365545932494727?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1980365545932494727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1980365545932494727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1980365545932494727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1980365545932494727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-current-plan-now-is-lose-5kg-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-2949497067996391809</id><published>2010-03-25T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:03:24.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Buck up Ange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, stop being so &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;lazy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you wanna pass and advance to level 1 with all of your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gee, resubmission. sounds. fucking. awesome. Bravo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-2949497067996391809?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/2949497067996391809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=2949497067996391809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/2949497067996391809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/2949497067996391809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2010/03/buck-up-ange-stop-being-so-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6930400443162747411</id><published>2010-03-02T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:59:46.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DEAR CUPID,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We need to talk about your aim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6930400443162747411?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6930400443162747411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6930400443162747411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6930400443162747411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6930400443162747411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-cupid-we-need-to-talk-about-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5275372578757615663</id><published>2010-03-01T03:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:04:06.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi guys, welcome to my boring life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clique: Thanks guys for the lunch and the balloooooon (I still have it here, it's having a ball of a time when the fan's turned on) and and the awesome muffin. I love you guys :) I'M 18! Well.. 18+ already. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I'm here to blog about the fact that assessment is around the corner and I haven't started on 2d and 3d. I have absolutely no motivation. I can't wait for specialism, BUT.. I just can't even start/concentrate/put my mind to doing work. I swear to God, this is pissing me off. Yes yes, I know.. 1 week of hard work. The final push. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Question is, when have I ever pushed myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PSLE? Naaaaaaah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O levels? NOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never bothered, and I'm kinda scared for myself. Shit. I'm doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5275372578757615663?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5275372578757615663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5275372578757615663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5275372578757615663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5275372578757615663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-guys-welcome-to-my-boring-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-860769631407090973</id><published>2010-02-24T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:52:41.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This song is dedicated to all my kc darlings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you guys so damn much and I seriously miss all the times I've spent with you guys.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Maine - We All Roll Along&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember every night we spent on weekends with good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We did nothing but it seems like we did so much back then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh back then we were kicking, laughing, all relaxing and taking things for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We did anything but just that little rush (oh yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just don't forget this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We won't regret this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've got one chance to get it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're alive and we drive to the center of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where we know we're all fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this just can't be it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And in the end we all know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We only breathe for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tonight's the night we all roll along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh back to it for a cigarette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And well, we can't forget all the faces that we have met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A-1, 23 means everything to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take you back to the parking lots, the sleep we fought, and all the places we got caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This place will always be a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, you're all a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just don't forget this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We won't regret this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've got one chance to get it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're alive and we drive to the center of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where we know we're all fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this just can't be it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And in the end we all know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We only breathe for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tonight's the night we all roll along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember every day that I spent dreaming of leaving this place behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would run away from thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adding up all the days spent wasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chasing the girls we hated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some things they, they never change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take me back to the sleepless nights, the stupid fights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And oh, it never mattered who was wrong or who was right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now you're all a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're alive and we drive to the center of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where we know we're all fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this just can't be it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And in the end we all know we only breathe for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tonight's the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all roll along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-860769631407090973?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/860769631407090973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=860769631407090973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/860769631407090973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/860769631407090973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-song-is-dedicated-to-all-my-kc.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-4317776635506205006</id><published>2010-02-11T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:01:37.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday, you're 18.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The only thing that means,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is you're old enough to strip..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still too young to have a grip.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the high cost of each dollar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the impact of your father,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;every shitty guy you'll date,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;every pissed, poor decision you'll make!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks everyone for the wishes, I'm finally 18. Yayyyyyyyyy! Drink/smoke/sex. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What else? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-4317776635506205006?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/4317776635506205006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=4317776635506205006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4317776635506205006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4317776635506205006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-youre-18.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7224038043712122089</id><published>2010-02-06T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:52:04.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm starting to hate school. The amount of things I gotta do, the environment, the people. I wish I could go back to secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All those times, nostalgic times. We'll be laughing at all the silly things we do. We would find join in going to school, staying up/out late and complaining about the lack of sleep the next morning. We'll cry at the end of the year thinking we would be in a different class, when we're all still together anyway. We would make fun of all the teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, this is making me depressed. I'll end here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7224038043712122089?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7224038043712122089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7224038043712122089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7224038043712122089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7224038043712122089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2010/02/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-4472715999851231401</id><published>2010-01-14T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:24:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dammit. I need the motivation to go to school. I need the motivation for a lot of things. Urgh, I feel like I'm not living my life anymore. It's so mundane, so boring. I can't imagine living the next like.. 70 years like this. Gosh. If this is gonna happen, I'd rather live till 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God, save me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-4472715999851231401?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/4472715999851231401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=4472715999851231401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4472715999851231401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4472715999851231401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2010/01/dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-550385934738880096</id><published>2010-01-09T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T05:41:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold; "&gt;FUCK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHO THE FUCK GOES TO SCHOOL ON A SUNDAY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-550385934738880096?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/550385934738880096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=550385934738880096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/550385934738880096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/550385934738880096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-who-fuck-goes-to-school-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7378538858438675870</id><published>2009-11-21T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:45:27.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be prepared to be shocked.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;Question posted to all: Should I rebond my hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways.. The things that has to be done during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOSE WEIGHT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I always post this up.. But I end up gaining instead -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(another thing that fails.. Only works for 3 days.. Then......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paint/clean my room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(another thing that didn't work out. Was suppose to happen last year. LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoooooooooppppppppping&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need more clothes, but first.. I need to lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh oh, and I've already planned my New Year's resolution.. Er, well. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE PUNCTUAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP TAKING CAB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T BE LAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's see if it works yeah?&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/15544933-7378538858438675870?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7378538858438675870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7378538858438675870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7378538858438675870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7378538858438675870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2009/11/question-posted-to-all-should-i-rebond.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1541635789334631299</id><published>2009-11-16T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:37:35.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was nice to hear your voice again. It's been a while now.. You're like the angel that sparked up my mundane life. My lucky charm.. I thank you for accompanying me and cheering me on till I eventually completed the wire cube. Ben and Jerry's for you lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About a day and a half to assessment. Gosh, I hope I'll pass 3d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1541635789334631299?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1541635789334631299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1541635789334631299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1541635789334631299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1541635789334631299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-was-nice-to-hear-your-voice-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6357096454951191440</id><published>2009-11-13T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:46:22.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever felt so lonely?&lt;div&gt;So lonely you're questioning yourself if/why you're still alive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you pinch yourself, and you wonder why you're stuck in your godforsaken, deserted, empty, solitary, single.. self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, assessment's coming. Pull yourself together, pull up your fucking socks and get your work done Ange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6357096454951191440?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6357096454951191440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6357096454951191440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6357096454951191440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6357096454951191440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2009/11/ever-felt-so-lonely-so-lonely-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-104699007757693496</id><published>2009-11-01T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:45:53.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for a plan. A plan that I MUST stick to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right.. I'm gonna make sure I wake up at like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-104699007757693496?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/104699007757693496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=104699007757693496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/104699007757693496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/104699007757693496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-for-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1946952544217869284</id><published>2009-10-22T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:31:36.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi, school's a bitch (looks like you'll see this often if I update this everyday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The frustration kills. Try juggling schoolwork, (oh trust me, you have no idea what school's like. O level art everyday x9498623409423562349) your social life, (I can officially say I don't have one) and the fact that you're getting more self-conscious each day because dude, looks get you somewhere. It's bothering me. I've never been so bothered by my weight and appearance. Ohhhh, and Lasalle has projects on your fucking face. So I do projects on my face.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every fucking day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, you're probably saying.. Oh fuck you bitch, stop complaining and sulking. Get your ass off the chair and go do something about it. Then I'll give my favourite excuse, "Hi.. I've got &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;." Oh trust me, now.. I do mean it. I have &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for myself, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for my friends,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watch me sink into &lt;i&gt;depression.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angela Joycelyn Sibert's life &gt;&gt;&gt; Get up in the morning, get my ass to school, get my ass back home, &lt;b&gt;HOMEWORK&lt;/b&gt;, get my at most.. 4 hours of sleep.. and the cycle repeats........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 more weeks to assessment day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puuurrrfect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh, the first time ever you'll hear Angela saying she's afraid of failing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I chose this path.. Blah blah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm off to do illustrator before I go bald by pulling all my ugly curly hair out and before I literally kill myself by eating myself alive due to the amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stressssssss&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/15544933-1946952544217869284?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1946952544217869284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1946952544217869284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1946952544217869284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1946952544217869284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-schools-bitch-looks-like-youll-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5374255241817235719</id><published>2009-10-20T02:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:21:19.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;It's been so long and to be honest, I kinda forgotten how to.. blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, school's been a bitch lately. Okay whatever, I sink into depression at the thought of school. What's keeping me alive is the fact that I get to see my babies in November (End of term 2 muthafuckerzzz) And I PROMISE you guys that I'll meet up with you once school's done for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gosh, if I get a dollar for the number of people I miss, I would be rich. Honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;OH BY THE WAY GUYS, I'M BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (I think)&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/15544933-5374255241817235719?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5374255241817235719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5374255241817235719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5374255241817235719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5374255241817235719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-so-long-and-to-be-honest-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-8868220319576630214</id><published>2009-02-05T04:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:05:04.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MOVED TO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveplagued.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveplagued.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;THANKGUUUZZZ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-8868220319576630214?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/8868220319576630214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=8868220319576630214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8868220319576630214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8868220319576630214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2009/02/moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7040602048785477757</id><published>2008-12-09T05:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:29:50.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS GOING ON?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7040602048785477757?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7040602048785477757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7040602048785477757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7040602048785477757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7040602048785477757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-fuck-is-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6640382467488822401</id><published>2008-11-15T03:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:53:59.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'georgia';"&gt;The 5 of you mean the world to me. Yes, I never thought this would happen.. But I believe everything happens for a reason. At the same time, we three know that we will be together and we will fall as well as pick ourselves up together. I love you both so much. I've told you that you're perfect to me no matter what you think of yourself. I just want you to know that I love you so much and seeing you like this just bring tears to my eyes. Yes I know you don't wanna see me like this.. But it's the exact same way I feel when I see you like this. I love you.. Please look after of yourself. I really don't know what I'll do without the 5 of you. I didn't know I could actually hurt so badly. Really. I guess 7 years have left footprints in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there isn't exactly words to describe how I feel. But I can totally relate this to this song. Sounds cheesy, but yeah.. This is for you 5. My lovely darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Hayes - So Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;There's no phrase that hits&lt;br /&gt;Like an ocean needs the sand&lt;br /&gt;Or a dirty old shoe that fits&lt;br /&gt;And if all the world was perfect&lt;br /&gt;I would only ever want to see your scars&lt;br /&gt;You know they can have their universe&lt;br /&gt;We'll be in the dirt designing stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darlin' you know&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else in the world I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm up or down&lt;br /&gt;There's no crowd to please&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a faith without a clause to believe in it&lt;br /&gt;And if all the world was smiling&lt;br /&gt;I would only ever want to see your frown&lt;br /&gt;You know they can sail away in sunsets&lt;br /&gt;We'll be right here stranded on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Just happy to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else in the world I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my illusions&lt;br /&gt;I have drowned in your words&lt;br /&gt;I have left my confusion to a cynical world&lt;br /&gt;I am throwing myself at things I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Discover enlightenment holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are..&lt;br /&gt;So Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah darlin' you know!&lt;br /&gt;That you make me feel so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6640382467488822401?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6640382467488822401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6640382467488822401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6640382467488822401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6640382467488822401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-of-you-mean-world-to-me_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7143404342189511053</id><published>2008-11-11T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:53:45.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m my own boss'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I didn't post for the whole of October and the thought of closing down my blog crossed my mind many times, but.. I didn't. Why? I regret closing down bluefreak.blogdrive because of "Chaotah woman". I remember I used to call her that in Sec 1. My goodness, and can you believe it? All the shit that has happened in Sec 1-4 is finally over. Just like that (snaps finger). It's pretty unbelievable and I'll definitely miss everyone that I've known for this four years and some maybe even 10. But one thing's for sure.. "IJ friends are friends for life!" I do believe that and I certainly hope we all keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a lighter note.. O LEVELS ARE OVER! There comes the day when everyone's dreams come true, "I can't wait till Os is over!" Then there will come a time with the occasional, "Omg, I miss secondary school" Just like everyone that has graduated. So, is it true that Secondary school is where you find your true friends? Hmmm.. I certainly know that I've met many that are dear to me but however, found out the dark and ugly side of many. However, I'm thankful to have known my best friends in Primary school. To think, 6 years of friendship.. And the best part of it all.. NOT EVEN ONE FIGHT. Yeah, you both have been there for me through thick and thin. And I just want all you guys to know that I'm really thankful for you being there for me when I needed you.. Thanks for everything. For those that I'm not really close to.. Well, thank you for even being a friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm thinking to myself how I'm gonna spend my holidays. Can't work because of my over-protective mother. What can I say, she loves me too much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and I seriously have nothing to blog about. My life is so boring. Maybe it'll perk up when I do go out during the holidays. First, the things I gotta accomplish for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;JOG DURING THE HOLIDAYS I DON'T CARE YOU MUST YOU MUST YOU MUSSSTTT!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DYE MY HAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Room makeover.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wardrobe makeover?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend more time with my friends and family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOSE WEIGHT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOSE WEIGHT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GET A NEW PHONE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOSE WEIGHT SOME MORE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOSE EVEN MORE WEIGHT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOPEFULLY, ALL THE FREEDOM I WANT IN THE WOOOORLD! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alright, sounds pretty easy to accomplish. Right.. Now the question I gotta ask the world. How do I get money for the things I want when I'm not gonna work? :( Well, look on the bright side Angela, you don't have to spend money on food, then you'll lose weight! (like that helps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end with something you guys have heard of a billion times..&lt;br /&gt;"I NEEEEEEEEEEED MONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7143404342189511053?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7143404342189511053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7143404342189511053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7143404342189511053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7143404342189511053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-didnt-post-for-whole-of-october-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1652796193759936480</id><published>2008-09-01T04:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T04:40:23.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's 4.31am now and I'm craving for Mac's breakfast. Mmmm, Big Breakfast. Imagine those lovely yellow scrambled eggs topped with salt and pepper, my plastic knife slowly cutting them into pieces. My fork piercing the tiny pieces and slowly putting them in my mouth. Damn, my stomach's growling badly. I like to put them together like a burger. Then comes the question, why don't you just order Sausage Mcmuffin? No, it just doesn't cut it. And yes, I ate a loooot for dinner (you can't imagine how much) but the only meal I had was dinner :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then, there's this constant craving I have every early morning during the holidays which I never ever fulfill because of my lazyness or lack of brain power to actually go to Macs get my breakfast then head home. Sounds so damn pathetic. I'll constantly complain to Daryl every single morning about how badly I wanna eat Big Breakfast :( Here's one example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/SLsAhiAKAfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UID5FXLXzmI/s1600-h/CHATWITHBABY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/SLsAhiAKAfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UID5FXLXzmI/s200/CHATWITHBABY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240783167438848498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In fact, I'm very tempted to take a shower now and leave my house to White Sands or maybe Downtown East for Macdonalds then followed by a lovely snuggly movie with baby. Oh well, my mind can only dream now. Perhaps I'll go sleep and fulfill what I actually want :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1652796193759936480?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1652796193759936480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1652796193759936480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1652796193759936480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1652796193759936480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/SLsAhiAKAfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UID5FXLXzmI/s72-c/CHATWITHBABY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7077302149526087002</id><published>2008-08-15T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:33:58.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I wanna meet you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;the one who hugged and kissed me goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;the one who said he lived just around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah heck, since when dreams do come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've got.. I don't know what in my right eye. There's like two bubbles in it. It's gross, painful and it swells and pus like no tomorrow. K, so the doctor laughed at me and he said that I had a choice whether I could have 2 days MC. I wanted to go back to school today but my mum kept insisting for 2 days MC because she said I would "merayap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And that was the only reason why I would go school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Clever Mum, you know me best :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I'm stuck at home and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; reason why I wanna go school is because I need to start on my art. One week's gone. Only two weeks left and I'm positively sure I wouldn't have enough time. Oh well. What to do, I watched too much crap till my eyes couldn't take it. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Heard from Hunny bunny that oral sucked. Hahahaha. Pun intended! (Whatever Angela..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, she said the examiner asked her what hair style she liked. HAHAHAHA! It's a funny question and I'm positively sure I'll be able to describe the hair style I like. Or maybe just say.. I like my own hairstyle, as you can see, it's in a ponytail and it's curly, just the way I like it. NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blabbering nonsense in my blog because I only update bloody once a month and I skipped the whole of June. Blogging is sooo not my cup of teh any muuur. It's just so boring. School's so boring! My life's filled with, school, work, eat, shit, sleep. That's all I ever do. Apart from last week when I went to watch Love Guru with baby (honestly, it sucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I love the bloopers. It was freaking funny. What did I do the whole of today? Or should I say yesterday.. Hmmm.. I spent my time watching Mythbusters. God, that's officially my favourite show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I freaking love Adam Savage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm currently missing Nessa and her obsession with (we know who) and her stupid nonsense complains about Ms Fabulous. (LOL) Nicole's "You see lah" Sotong's Meta-ness. Szemin's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;salivating. Nicki's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;karang guni. Chit's sense of humour. Pork's cuteness. Clar and Jun's baobaoness. The whole rugby team and our roughness. Eunyse's "fuck lah cheebye"  Ju's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  retarded laughter. Crystal's "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ehhhhhh" The two bimbos (What can I say? They're bimbos) Priscillia's lameness. Doof's silent laughter. And KENDRAAAAAAAA!!!!!! :(((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And.. Last but not least, Daryl Seah Chen Hua and his... basically just everything about him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7077302149526087002?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7077302149526087002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7077302149526087002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7077302149526087002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7077302149526087002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wanna-meet-you-one-who-hugged-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6965418646275619372</id><published>2008-07-12T14:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:17:43.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How long more we're gonna take this and how long more are we gonna withstand this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah, putting on a mask leaves you forgetting who you truly are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish I could stop the pain, I wish I could take away all the pain that have caused us and.. Just pretend nothing ever happened. I would take your hand and assure you that we're always there for you and how much we love you. I know what he says hurts, I know how you like spending time with us just to forget the troubles. My room's always open babe, I welcome you to share it with me. Remember what my mum said? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whenever I see the both of you down, I just want to hold you forever and never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How long am I ever gonna hide? I'm caught in between. I don't want to care, but I'm suppose to care. I don't want to know, but I deserve to know. I wish I could go back to where we used to be. And then I ask myself again. Did you still love us then? Or was it really gone from the very beginning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With that, I dedicate the song "Keep Holding On" to you lovely. Because to me, you're beautiful in every way and I love you so much. I told you it's a lovely song :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You’re not alone, together we stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’ll be by your side, you know I’ll take your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When it gets cold, and it feels like the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There’s no place to go, you know I won’t give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Ahh, ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No I won’t give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Ahh, ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you know we’ll make it through, we’ll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you know I’m here for you, I’m here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There’s nothing you can say (Nothing you can say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing you can do (Nothing you can do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There’s no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So - keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you know we’ll make it through, we’ll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So far away, I wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before it’s too late, this could all disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before the doors close, and it comes to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With you by my side I will fight and defend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Ahh, ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’ll fight and defend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Ahh, ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you know we’ll make it through, we’ll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you know I’m here for you, I’m here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There’s nothing you can say (Nothing you can say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing you can do (Nothing you can do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There’s no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So - keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you know we’ll make it through, we’ll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hear me when I say when I say I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La da da da da da da da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you know we’ll make it through, we’ll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you know I’m here for you, I’m here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There’s nothing you can say (Nothing you can say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing you can do (Dooo, do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There’s no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So - keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you know we’ll make it through, we’ll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Ahh, ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Ahh, ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Ahh, ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Ahh, ahh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There’s nothing you can say (Nothing you can say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nothing you can do (Doo, do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There’s no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So - keep holding on (Keep holding on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Cause WE know we’ll make it through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;we’ll make it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6965418646275619372?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6965418646275619372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6965418646275619372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6965418646275619372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6965418646275619372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wonder-how-long-more-were-gonna-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7165953049557001975</id><published>2008-07-11T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:50:42.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Moon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the things to did to them, and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Karma bites&lt;/span&gt;. And when it does, it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't believe in karma, but I do. And with so much hatred against you, you'll definitely suffer. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7165953049557001975?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7165953049557001975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7165953049557001975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7165953049557001975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7165953049557001975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-742157543560001461</id><published>2008-05-31T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:37:45.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes, I think my menses is coming. No, okay maybe not. I'm getting fucking mood swings. I'm so fucking pissed down. A PLACE FOR MY HEAD IS PLAYING I HEAR CHESTER'S SCREAMS AND I WANNA SCREAM A LONG TOO, BUT NOOOOOOOOO.. IT'S 10.30PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;AND WHAT JUST PISSED ME OFF EVEN MORE IS MY MOTHER TURNING DOWN THE VOLUME OF MY LINKIN PARK SONG. MOTHER FUCKING CUNT PIECE OF SHIT CHEEBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Something's really wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I had a lot of fun in Macs singing and laughing my fucking fats off with all of them. Had one of the best times ever, laughing till my throat is sore. Yeah.. Truth or dare. Fucking hell, who's gonna give me the pictures and videos?! I love to watch Chitra fall :D I love Chitra's cheese burger song but she's my greatest enemy for stealing my lovely Szemin away. It's okay! I kissed her and she kissed me back. Sucker! I love cabbing back with Jun and Clarissa. They're both damn cute and funny. I love making Clarissa jealous. HEHEHEHEHEHEHE. I LOVE JUNITA TO THE COOOOREEZZZZZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes, this did cheer me up. Now I just gotta apologize to mother, grandmother, Daryl and Joshua for being so rude. Guess life is only fair, you go through shit after you have loads of fun. OR, MAYBE, MY MENSES IS COMING BUT IT JUST AIN'T COMING OUT OF MY FUCKING PUSSY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Angela, wtf is with this post? Go fuck yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Think I'm going insane. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm gonna sing Japanese songs. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-742157543560001461?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/742157543560001461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=742157543560001461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/742157543560001461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/742157543560001461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-i-think-my-menses-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-8578674919504944175</id><published>2008-05-24T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:17:37.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love fake Oreos.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    I'm finally blogging. Reason being, I had a looooot of fun today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As usual, all of them (Nicki, Nessa, Nicole, Sotong, Szemin, Junita, Clarissa, Chaiming, Rachel, Xinning, Chitra, Pork) were waiting for me, because I was late. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I missed out anyone, I'm sorry. AS YOU CAN SEE, THERE'S SO MANY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    The bus ride was crazy. Noisy. Fun. Funny. Were laughing at every single thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ralvin booked a room (last floor on Cine) for Nicki. LAN Gaming and stuff. We all, decided to watch The Notebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    However, it didn't go that smoothly because, our hunger left us craving for food. We ended up eating. After eating, rushed back up to watch The Notebook again. We were laughing like hyenas despite the fact that the movie is really sad. Junita was exceptionally excited for the sex scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    Allie and Noah did it on the ground in some "tool shed" and it was just really awkward because, they took out their clothes slowly (not teasing each other) but staring at each other. Well, I don't know. We were just laughing at everything. Especially the second part when they had sex again. They did it differently this time. They made out while taking off their clothes (that's more like it right?) Anyways, Chitra said the funniest thing ever. They ended up on the floor on the second time they fucked and, "For old times sake" Fucking hell. Everyone was laughing their lungs out. Junita said Noah looks like Noah from Noah's arc. Something like 51st dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    The best part was, the movie was 7/8 through and.. *BLACK OUT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Our time spending in the room was out. Everyone was furious (Esp. Me!) Ralvin's CD got stuck in the Xbox. Group Picture outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    Cabbed back with Junita and Clarissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Me: Left, Left, dustbin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Junita: (giggling) Yeah! She live in the dustbin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Uncle: Wahahahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(Will upload the pictures when I get them :))&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/15544933-8578674919504944175?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/8578674919504944175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=8578674919504944175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8578674919504944175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8578674919504944175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-finally-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1815618805047001007</id><published>2008-04-22T20:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:54:33.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay, I'm back to blogging. Well the only reason is, people can actually read my posts now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Sooooooo, anyways.. School's getting really crazy. Kept discussing about loads of stuff with people, I feel as if I'm turning into a bitch. Anyways, yeah.. Those haterz would go "You already are one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Well, I don't know who hate me, (probably secretly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Would like to know the reason why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;So I can change for the better! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Thumbnails to be done within two freaking days! Insane I tell you. I'm losing my sanity due to the great load of stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;PS: Eunyse and Crystal, I totally can't look at her the same way. Oh me godzzzzzz.&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/15544933-1815618805047001007?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1815618805047001007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1815618805047001007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1815618805047001007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1815618805047001007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-im-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1750273051636414243</id><published>2008-04-21T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:57:40.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay, so my blogskin doesn't suit me. (I still like my a7x skin done by Nehneh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;It's pink and white now, tell me.. How weird is that? HA! Angela is going on girly (Not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;But.. The only reason why I change my blogskin is because only SZEMIN IS TAGGING! AND EVERYONE IS COMPLAINING THEY CANNOT READ. IT GETS ON MY NERVES, SO I CHANGE LOR. :)&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/15544933-1750273051636414243?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1750273051636414243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1750273051636414243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1750273051636414243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1750273051636414243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-so-my-blogskin-doesnt-suit-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1143813962112503043</id><published>2008-03-31T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:02:29.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Inside your kisses, was something I couldn't taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Inside your heart is, a void that I can't replace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To introvert and forget the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Is a gaffe that can’t be made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Symbolize and return the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Back into what escapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We cannot look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;If we’re moving forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Your kisses they burn me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Those kisses ignite the misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1143813962112503043?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1143813962112503043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1143813962112503043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1143813962112503043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1143813962112503043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/03/inside-your-kisses-was-something-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-128952657991286393</id><published>2008-03-19T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:27:45.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What major is right for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=35647N" target="_blank"&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Psychology, Sociology, or related majors (e.g., Counseling, Industrial-Organizational (I-O) Psychology, Social Work, or other social science majors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Psychology and Sociology are both great minors to add to any major. 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And when you do ask why, you get all frustrated and uncomfortable all deep inside. Then you realised, you've fallen down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remind yourself&lt;br /&gt;That they are the ones who will hold you still&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts exploding in thousands of pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We fall, so we'd be able to pick ourselves up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6362870617584292059?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6362870617584292059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6362870617584292059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6362870617584292059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6362870617584292059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-im-wondering-in-years-to-come-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7440000626951305955</id><published>2008-03-09T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:52:26.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm thinking 'bout other things I heard about today&lt;br /&gt;All this week and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And how these hands could create some better things for bettering&lt;br /&gt;but you see for now I got my own things&lt;br /&gt;I cant help it&lt;br /&gt;I got too many issues I own&lt;br /&gt;So I cannot help I'm afraid, yeah&lt;br /&gt;But keep on preaching, preaching and heal the world&lt;br /&gt;Lip service makes up look great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world singing sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or to you is it just not real&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you got your things&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we all have our things I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess my mind wanders off&lt;br /&gt;from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I convince myself&lt;br /&gt;that all is fine in the world&lt;br /&gt;It's not mine&lt;br /&gt;Why should I&lt;br /&gt;have to try&lt;br /&gt;to fix things I didn't create or contrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world singing sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or to you is it just not real&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you got your own things&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we all have so many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have the habits&lt;br /&gt;Had you&lt;br /&gt;Has it been for long&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the souls behind what's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world singing sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or to you is it just not real&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you got your own things&lt;br /&gt;Yeah all have our things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world singing sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or to you is it just not real&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you got your things&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we all have so many things&lt;br /&gt;And I can get past these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7440000626951305955?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7440000626951305955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7440000626951305955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7440000626951305955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7440000626951305955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-thinking-bout-other-things-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1710252232946389366</id><published>2008-03-08T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:52:33.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I saw you cry because of him.. and it strike me so hard. I stood there stunned. I never ever thought this would happen. Yeah, I envy others. Maybe the grass looks greener on the other side, maybe people just don't talk about these kind of things. Maybe.. I'm just paranoid. I'm sure you would be if you knew that there's a possibility of someone leaving you for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't hate you. Somehow, I blame myself for the cause of it. Yes, I know you said I mean the world to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have such a major problem yet I can't tell anyone. I can't find the words to express how I feel. I can't even tell my best friends. I want them to know.. But, I just feel like dying whenever I think of it. I can't tell Daryl because, I'll end up bursting into tears. I can't even pray.. because I don't know what to pray for. I'm so confused to what is happening. Yes, I'm only 16 and I wish now.. then I was back at 3. I don't wanna feel this aching pain in my heart. I don't want this to affect my studies. I don't wanna cry myself to sleep because of all these. I want us to be fine. I want you to be happy. But you said, you hate the sight of her. I don't know whether to believe you or her. Caught in the middle.. with my heart tearing to pieces. I never saw her cry. and I never thought you would feel this way. I never thought this would happen to me. And I never thought of my surname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel so broken up, I feel like giving up. It could be an obstacle. It could just be a minor problem and that I'm thinking too much. But, how can she lose 7kg? Not sleeping well enough, not eating. Crying herself to sleep every night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wonder.. What would happen in 4 years time.. and I wonder, will you ever forgive her for everything? I wonder.. Will I hate you in future? Would I love you so much that it turns all to hatred? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm fine. Don't ask me about this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nicole and Nessa, I need to tell you this.. But I really can't and I don't know how to. I can't start because I don't know where to. I can't think of the words to say, I can't think of what (s)he said because every time I do, I cry.&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/15544933-1710252232946389366?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1710252232946389366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1710252232946389366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1710252232946389366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1710252232946389366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-saw-you-cry-because-of-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5085428871937820848</id><published>2008-03-01T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:53:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Finally, heart to heart talk with best friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes, I'm thankful to have two great people who can actually read my mind, understand how I feel, see right through me and, complete my sentence. How many of you actually have a best friend from primary school and never ever fought/quarrel with them before. Well, I do.. I'm proud to say that I have two lovely people and I admit, they are my backbone. I'm nothing without them, like what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  &gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; said, it feels as if I've known you both forever although it's only for 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The start of today was spent with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  &gt;Bape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. We went to Orchard for a while, and there was this mad guy who started complaining about Singapore, "Fuck Singapore. So stupid. What a disaster! Fuck it!" I was thinking in my mind, if you hate Singapore so much, then tell me.. What the heck are you doing here? Too mad to fly off is it? So anyways, after Orchard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  &gt;Bape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; and I headed to Parkway to meet best friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  &gt;Sotong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&amp;amp;Sheryl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  &gt;Bape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; had to go home for dinner. I told them about the mad man, then Sheryl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  &gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; and I made a joke about mad people because they all somehow always seem to be having a ear piece plugged into their ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sheryl: Do you notice ah, all the mad people always have ear piece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  &gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &amp;amp; I: Yeah ah! Why ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: Maybe they listen to yoga, relax your mind, relax your soul then they go mad until.. "FUCK SINGAPORE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Headed to East Coast.. and this is what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As we ALL know that I am extremely, bloody, fucking hell scared of cockroaches..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We sat at the break water and started eating our dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  &gt;Sotong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;: I smell cockroach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me: Don't scare us ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  &gt;Sotong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, you know I very scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  &gt;kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. And if you see ah, don't tell me otherwise I'll scream and run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nessa: She'll throw her burger down man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;About half a minute later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sheryl started screaming and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  &gt;fidgeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sheryl: OMG THE COCKROACH IS HERE, IT WENT INTO THE HOLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I stood up and ran away. And never went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"You fall in love with someone when you spend too much time with that person, no?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5085428871937820848?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5085428871937820848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5085428871937820848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5085428871937820848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5085428871937820848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-heart-to-heart-talk-with-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7424239946499131729</id><published>2008-02-25T17:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:00:46.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am the new facebook queen. (so much for saying Facebook sucks.)&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, Terence (so I heard) and Laura complained about their Facebook being flooded&lt;br /&gt;with Applications, because of me.&lt;br /&gt;What did I do? People invite me. I'm bored, so I do lah. So anyways, I'm so bloody tempted to close down my blog. Nothing interesting happening lately. Everything seems neutral, life going by ever so quickly. It's difficult to actually find a day where you can spend time with friends/family and actually joke around or spend some quality time. All I can think about is, "do your art, your summary, your essay, your homework, your whatever." Yes, I thought about last year, and I regret (as much as I always do) sleeping/smsing/day dreaming in class. Now, I don't even have the opportunity to even blink. When I do, I realise I miss a lot of notes in class. I'm so afraid that I cannot make it to tourism, omg, I'll cry cry cry till I die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear is the heart of love,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7424239946499131729?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7424239946499131729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7424239946499131729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7424239946499131729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7424239946499131729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-new-facebook-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-2733346976429400112</id><published>2008-02-09T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:24:07.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;090208&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Today, met Bape, Nicole and Nessa at Parkway before heading off to town. We went to Art Friend to check out the prices of our art materials, we bumped in Sarah Lew. Hahahaha. I didn't even know she was right beside us till she tap me. Ahaha. Yeah, blur, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63XyKl7MmI/AAAAAAAAANU/x-9PCpOc62s/s1600-h/Feb+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63XyKl7MmI/AAAAAAAAANU/x-9PCpOc62s/s200/Feb+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021604500681314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The view from the top floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63Xxal7MjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b7DqLYOmiMc/s1600-h/Feb+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63Xxal7MjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b7DqLYOmiMc/s200/Feb+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021591615779378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa, expressing her love for books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63Xxql7MkI/AAAAAAAAANE/0FFrwKUrCcA/s1600-h/Feb+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63Xxql7MkI/AAAAAAAAANE/0FFrwKUrCcA/s200/Feb+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021595910746690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASSUP DUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63Xxql7MlI/AAAAAAAAANM/3OoIjlGI5ko/s1600-h/Feb+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63Xxql7MlI/AAAAAAAAANM/3OoIjlGI5ko/s200/Feb+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021595910746706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my kungfu bape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sotong and Sheryl right after, headed to Starbucks for cawfeh. We all shared our delicious food and beverages amongst ourselves. Sheryl has Raspberry tea, Sotong, Mocha frappe, Nic, some green tea thingy, Nessa hot cafe mocha and Daryl... Ice Chocolate (with bits of chocolate cake inside, well that's what it tasted like) Imagine all of these mixing in our stomach inclusive of potato salad and Country Beef Pie (totally rocks.) Nicole was saying, "Angela surely later will complain she need to go shit lah, dunno what lah, stomach pain." And just as we were about to leave... Yeah, I needed to go and shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All had to go back to Parkway except me because I needed to go back (and shit) 36 all the way back, and we met quite a number of interesting people. This group of guys (about our age, or maybe younger and about 7 of them) boarded the bus at Plaza Singapura and since there were no seats, they sat on each others' laps. Talk about queer. The other guy started.... how should I put it? Riding? No... More like, bouncing on top of the guy's lap, like IGallop, which was extremely weird. Daryl then whispered to me, "Why is it whenever we take 36, always have a bunch of weird people?" Yes, after they alighted, another 4 guys came up. Older than us, mid 20s? Well, one guy had a real hardcore slang man. Like OHMYGOD, I JUST SLAMMED MY PHONE. OH SHIT. I THINK IT HAS LIKE SCRATCHES ON IT NOW. I couldn't stand his slang (and his ear rings. and his tote bag) The bus ride home was... Lonely :( (They all left me alone and alighted at Parkway :() But it's okay, I had the company of my handphone. :D At the airport, I just had to go to the toilet to urgently to pee (was saving my shit for the comfort of my lovely nice beautiful toilet at home) Thank god I went to the toilet. If I hadn't, I would have peed in the bus. This lady stood in front of me in the bus and she fell backward on me, against my stomach. Imagine if I didn't pee!? I would pee right at that very moment! My instincts were right :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;080208&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Betches boarded the bus and we three headed to Esplanade (which totally had nothing because all the cheebye shops were closed) and so were the shops in Marina Square, but the good thing was we spent the whole day taking picchas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63ZOKl7MoI/AAAAAAAAANk/EhYjR9j_xg4/s1600-h/Jan+527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63ZOKl7MoI/AAAAAAAAANk/EhYjR9j_xg4/s200/Jan+527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165023185048646274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, we do great advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Marina, off to Suntec Toys R Us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63ZOql7MpI/AAAAAAAAANs/yS25-r205SA/s1600-h/Jan+547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63ZOql7MpI/AAAAAAAAANs/yS25-r205SA/s200/Jan+547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165023193638580882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed firemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Sky Garden :D Yes, we spent the whole damn day laughing and taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63Xyql7MnI/AAAAAAAAANc/cRmIKcmuef4/s1600-h/IMG_1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63Xyql7MnI/AAAAAAAAANc/cRmIKcmuef4/s200/IMG_1628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021613090615922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63ZPKl7MqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OK0kFUTPoyo/s1600-h/Jan+596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63ZPKl7MqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OK0kFUTPoyo/s200/Jan+596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165023202228515490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, spending time with the three of you without... Interruptions... (BASTARD BODOH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-2733346976429400112?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/2733346976429400112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=2733346976429400112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/2733346976429400112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/2733346976429400112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/02/090208-today-met-bape-nicole-and-nessa.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R63XyKl7MmI/AAAAAAAAANU/x-9PCpOc62s/s72-c/Feb+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-3897819562998531749</id><published>2008-02-07T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:44:10.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehehehehe, Thank you Renehneh. I think it looks damn nice. Hahaha. I dreamt of you, the both of us were laughing at one of your Auntie (some auntie in your dream). Fucking funny bodoh. Okay, I love you! Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-3897819562998531749?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/3897819562998531749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=3897819562998531749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3897819562998531749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3897819562998531749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/02/hehehehehe-thank-you-renehneh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-8258221699180570253</id><published>2008-02-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:16:26.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every time I hear Drowning playing on my Windows, I think of you. Yeah, I miss you.. But somehow you're too blinded by the truth to even see how much I actually care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay blah blah blah, enough Angela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you bloody bastard, hope you're castrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-8258221699180570253?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/8258221699180570253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=8258221699180570253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8258221699180570253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8258221699180570253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/02/every-time-i-hear-drowning-playing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-4110371576681636315</id><published>2008-02-03T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:49:14.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still waiting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Still clinging on to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;, never wanna let go because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; our friendship would last.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; believe.&lt;br /&gt;It takes two hands to clap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just carry on with my own life for now, and yeah..&lt;br /&gt;I won't bug &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm stubborn, I'm not a very nice person, I'm not innocent, I'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that someone. Next time, before I make friends with another, I'm gonna tell that person that I'm a bitch, a slut, a whore, a backstabber, a betrayer, a hypocrite.. Everything negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then, I wouldn't get hurt because I was being myself all along, I wouldn't get a time out from another because I was myself and I warned the other. And that person wouldn't feel cheated because I already warn that person about my horrible self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; to that fucking caller, I lose a close friend. Fuck you, I hope you find someone to entertain your fucking horny self. I hope you find someone to phone sex with you because I won't. I have a life, I won't tell people I'm Mary when I'm Angela, I won't tell someone I stay in Bedok when I stay in Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I ever find out who you are, just watch out. I'll certainly break your face. Call me violent, but never make me angry. You'll get it from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:50%;"  &gt;I'm trying to put the past behind me, I don't do bad stuff anymore. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't cheat, I don't steal and I will try my best not to lie. In case you don't know, people lie because they fear consequences. If you really want to know everything about me, just tell me and I will tell you the truth. I don't like being left hanging. I hate the fact that someone did it to me once, and you said not to cling on.. Now you're doing it to me, don't you find it ironic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-4110371576681636315?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/4110371576681636315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=4110371576681636315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4110371576681636315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4110371576681636315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-still-waiting-for-you-to-talk-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-345927044649141245</id><published>2008-02-02T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:48:30.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I regret picking up that phone call.&lt;br /&gt;I regret hanging on, out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;I regret telling you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not listening to you, on that instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half asleep at that point of time. I didn’t know what to do, I was damn confused, I was about to cry, I needed help, I almost prayed to God, I was so confused, I just hang on. Out of curiosity, I wanted to know who that person is.  I even threatened to call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is what I did that upsets you, then I’m really sorry. If it was my past, what can I say? I really can’t do anything about it.  Maybe you’re just at shock after finding out more about me. I may be young, compared to you, but I’m not filled with child-like innocence. I cheat, steal, lie. I am just like everyone else. I’ve made mistakes a million times, but I’ve never once, repeated any of them. I learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you say that mistakes made are never the same when mended, then what are second chances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really sorry for disappointing you, I didn’t plan to and I really want us to be friends and not let one little mistake lead our friendship off tracks. I just don’t understand. I never betrayed you, never back stabbed you or anything that “friends” do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need a time off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the last person I thought, would ever hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I thought you were someone, but you turned out someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t regret knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t regret hanging up.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t regret being friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t regret knowing more about you.&lt;br /&gt;Although you said you were a hypocrite a few months back, you’ve never done anything wrong to me. Even if you did, you’ll always be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don’t really know you. However, I certainly want to… and I definitely will accept you for who you are. That is one thing I’ve been doing, I thank God for my friends, for having them in my life. Although they have their flaws, I still love them for who they really are… Why won’t you do the same for me? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-345927044649141245?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/345927044649141245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=345927044649141245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/345927044649141245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/345927044649141245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-regret-picking-up-that-phone-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-3155880147456291275</id><published>2008-01-24T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:28:45.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found the links from Nessa's blog. Was bored so I decided to do some the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, comfort and calm are very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be an Artist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/grow-4.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are incredibly creative, spontaneous, and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can guess what you're going to do next, but it's usually something amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't deal with routine, rules, or structure. You're easily bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are able to innovate and break the rules, you are extremely successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can work by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can express your personality in your work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good journalist or actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Element Is Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourelementquiz/fire.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Cereal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofbreakfastareyouquiz/cereal.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful and lighthearted, breakfast is likely your favorite meal of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In fact, you're probably the type who sneaks cereal as a midnight snack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your culinary skills are probably a bit lacking... and you are a sucker for junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people accuse you of eating like a kid, but you prefer to think of yourself as low maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbreakfastareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Breakfast Are You?&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/15544933-3155880147456291275?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/3155880147456291275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=3155880147456291275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3155880147456291275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3155880147456291275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/01/found-links-from-nessas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6496460473813553090</id><published>2008-01-22T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:44:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>East Coast with Nessa today.&lt;br /&gt;We walked one big round around the HDB blocks and passed a basketball court that brought back memories. It was reconstructed. It looks totally different now, and the playground beside it is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R5XivYcqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/S5tvvw4iicw/s1600-h/BBALLGUY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R5XivYcqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/S5tvvw4iicw/s200/BBALLGUY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158278251867154274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this,&lt;br /&gt;Reika, Junita, Nicki, Nicole, Doof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time doing my homework in Macs, slacking and talking about art. After that we headed to the bench to.. watch the mats skimming. Heh. Well, they were right in front of us so we had no choice. But it was kinda fun watching them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R5Xiu4cqJ0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/cdjs_KYeT6o/s1600-h/East+Coast"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R5Xiu4cqJ0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/cdjs_KYeT6o/s200/East+Coast" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158278243277219650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skimmerzxs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R5XivIcqJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/4cR1r3G-2PU/s1600-h/22012008080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R5XivIcqJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/4cR1r3G-2PU/s200/22012008080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158278247572186962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macs and all the girly nonsensezxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody niCOLD didn't come to school because she was cold! Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6496460473813553090?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6496460473813553090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6496460473813553090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6496460473813553090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6496460473813553090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/01/east-coast-with-nessa-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R5XivYcqJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/S5tvvw4iicw/s72-c/BBALLGUY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5553734283568830760</id><published>2008-01-20T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:15:28.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where are you when I need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to believe you and trust you when all you see is...?&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to feel secure if all you think about is...?&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm heavily broken, and I don't know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to say, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm heavily broken and there's nothing I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5553734283568830760?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5553734283568830760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5553734283568830760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5553734283568830760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5553734283568830760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-are-you-when-i-need-you-most-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1640328936909940213</id><published>2008-01-16T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:56:46.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate you. Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1640328936909940213?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1640328936909940213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1640328936909940213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1640328936909940213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1640328936909940213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-386530775772636684</id><published>2007-12-31T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:16:13.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOsYcqJuI/AAAAAAAAALs/okNZak8--o0/s1600-h/DSCF1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150093435770382050" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOsYcqJuI/AAAAAAAAALs/okNZak8--o0/s200/DSCF1850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captured Nicole and blindfolded her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we had to bake Nicole a birthday cake. The birthday cake was her. Meaning, we brought eggs, flour, milk and sugar to throw on her :D Nicole had a bloody hard time cleaning herself. So much for, "I pity the cleaners." The guard came down and told us we had to clean the damn place up. Oh god, I pity myself! We did leave a huge mess behind. But oh what the heck, What's fun without mess? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3pb04cqJwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ewqe6VciPaQ/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3pb04cqJwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ewqe6VciPaQ/s200/DSC01543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150530087915497218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at poor Nicole's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3pb1IcqJxI/AAAAAAAAAME/oYk6tFC6QJQ/s1600-h/DSC01551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3pb1IcqJxI/AAAAAAAAAME/oYk6tFC6QJQ/s200/DSC01551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150530092210464530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason says Ganesh look like he came down from Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3pb1YcqJyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LFNz6Sesmgo/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3pb1YcqJyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LFNz6Sesmgo/s200/DSC01553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150530096505431842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had to feed Nicole :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3pb14cqJzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6fa513RkwW4/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3pb14cqJzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6fa513RkwW4/s200/DSC01555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150530105095366450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOqocqJqI/AAAAAAAAALM/a5aCw34GnAo/s1600-h/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150093405705610914" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOqocqJqI/AAAAAAAAALM/a5aCw34GnAo/s200/DSC01570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOq4cqJrI/AAAAAAAAALU/Zi5_9VKGq-Q/s1600-h/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150093410000578226" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOq4cqJrI/AAAAAAAAALU/Zi5_9VKGq-Q/s200/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOrocqJsI/AAAAAAAAALc/8yF8O_S8Jwk/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150093422885480130" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOrocqJsI/AAAAAAAAALc/8yF8O_S8Jwk/s200/DSC01577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOr4cqJtI/AAAAAAAAALk/6atO1QGm04g/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150093427180447442" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOr4cqJtI/AAAAAAAAALk/6atO1QGm04g/s200/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arab St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jL14cqJoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xfuko64exWU/s1600-h/Picture+396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150090300444255874" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jL14cqJoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xfuko64exWU/s200/Picture+396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedy pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jLbYcqJjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7tE2UltS9FM/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150089845177722418" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jLbYcqJjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7tE2UltS9FM/s200/angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jLbocqJkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/s-WEG1N_MO0/s1600-h/shocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150089849472689730" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jLbocqJkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/s-WEG1N_MO0/s200/shocking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotong was being scary. Sorry for our expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jLb4cqJlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mtRslDBY4oc/s1600-h/Picture+403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150089853767657042" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jLb4cqJlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mtRslDBY4oc/s200/Picture+403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jLcIcqJmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SGnnfvPS_QA/s1600-h/Picture+401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150089858062624354" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jLcIcqJmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SGnnfvPS_QA/s200/Picture+401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many minutes of your life taken away already? :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jLc4cqJnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-WBMzt8Nf9s/s1600-h/Picture+397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150089870947526258" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jLc4cqJnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-WBMzt8Nf9s/s200/Picture+397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and Nessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jL2IcqJpI/AAAAAAAAALE/6KpRYRJaIi0/s1600-h/no+more.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150090304739223186" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jL2IcqJpI/AAAAAAAAALE/6KpRYRJaIi0/s200/no+more.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't smoke and I won't smoke in future.  I don't smoke and I won't smoke in future.  I don't smoke and I won't smoke in future.  I don't smoke and I won't smoke in future.  I don't smoke and I won't smoke in future.  I don't smoke and I won't smoke in future.  I don't smoke and I won't smoke in future.  I don't smoke and I won't smoke in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's all. I can't upload the bloody video because blogger is being such a bitch.&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/15544933-386530775772636684?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/386530775772636684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=386530775772636684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/386530775772636684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/386530775772636684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/12/nicoles-captured-nicole-and-blindfolded.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3jOsYcqJuI/AAAAAAAAALs/okNZak8--o0/s72-c/DSCF1850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7816569948489420767</id><published>2007-12-29T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T18:30:11.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So pictures tells a thousand stories. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Parkway with Nessa, Sotong, Sheryl, Alicia and Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKIcqJfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9J6WgH-LR3Q/s1600-h/SL380536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKIcqJfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9J6WgH-LR3Q/s200/SL380536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149336383359952370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found 10 bubble tea straws in Sotong's asshole. No wonder she posed for pictures with that face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKIcqJeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aQ9Jv--ukek/s1600-h/SL380538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKIcqJeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aQ9Jv--ukek/s200/SL380538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149336383359952354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was damn happy and rejuvenated after we took out all the straws :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKIcqJgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aHWSDszk2wQ/s1600-h/SL380532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKIcqJgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aHWSDszk2wQ/s200/SL380532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149336383359952386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKYcqJhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/i-gs6ief510/s1600-h/SL380524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKYcqJhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/i-gs6ief510/s200/SL380524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149336387654919698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKYcqJiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/luhOXgtW6q4/s1600-h/SL380522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKYcqJiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/luhOXgtW6q4/s200/SL380522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149336387654919714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Parkway - Some balloon shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdzocqJZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/12xS6JsNiVU/s1600-h/SL380563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdzocqJZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/12xS6JsNiVU/s200/SL380563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335996812895634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought balloons for Nicole because she wanted one -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdzocqJaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4KfEPAyWBSs/s1600-h/SL380557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdzocqJaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4KfEPAyWBSs/s200/SL380557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335996812895650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdgIcqJVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PwtstgJh9sk/s1600-h/SL380589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdgIcqJVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PwtstgJh9sk/s200/SL380589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335661805446482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdgIcqJWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_dfcmLAO2FY/s1600-h/SL380583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdgIcqJWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_dfcmLAO2FY/s200/SL380583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335661805446498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the resemblance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdgYcqJXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ayvPIp0oD_g/s1600-h/SL380580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdgYcqJXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ayvPIp0oD_g/s200/SL380580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335666100413810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at Sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdgYcqJYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RjDVt7Lh3cI/s1600-h/SL380569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdgYcqJYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RjDVt7Lh3cI/s200/SL380569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335666100413826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Nessa's reaction when she saw the string attached to the woman's hair. *gasps* OMG, WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;36 to the airport to see my hunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdgIcqJUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9HOtjtcQUqQ/s1600-h/SL380623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdgIcqJUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9HOtjtcQUqQ/s200/SL380623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335661805446466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadako and a shocked person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdDocqJPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1TwQnElod80/s1600-h/SL380663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdDocqJPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1TwQnElod80/s200/SL380663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335172179174642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet - and Alicia's doing aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdD4cqJQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VMinE2oIoFs/s1600-h/SL380659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdD4cqJQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VMinE2oIoFs/s200/SL380659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335176474141954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nessa looks like a damn hot guy here. Omgzxzx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdD4cqJRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-TcZK03qQFI/s1600-h/SL380658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdD4cqJRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-TcZK03qQFI/s200/SL380658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335176474141970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many failed attempts to take a cleeeeeeear picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdEIcqJSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2ho6dQ0RZY8/s1600-h/SL380648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdEIcqJSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2ho6dQ0RZY8/s200/SL380648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335180769109282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, top up my EZ link also wanna take picture. KELLY ARH KELLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdEIcqJTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7AjPAqemQfs/s1600-h/SL380642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YdEIcqJTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7AjPAqemQfs/s200/SL380642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149335180769109298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the airport :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carrot cake Auntie recognized me. She was like, "You last time always come in school uniform right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;"Wah! Long time never see already ah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7816569948489420767?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7816569948489420767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7816569948489420767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7816569948489420767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7816569948489420767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/R3YeKIcqJfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9J6WgH-LR3Q/s72-c/SL380536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-4401234814332789310</id><published>2007-12-26T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:47:41.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I haven't came online for almost 3 weeks. (Finally am now, :D)&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't blogged for almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;So what has Angela been doing the past month?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say nothing.. I do mean, NOTHING. I was grounded for about close to a month so I guess I just didn't wanna blog about my boring life at home. The first time I went out was to send Nissa off and I couldn't help but run toward Nessa at the airport because I could finally see them. Oh my goodness, what a dramatic scene. Kay so anyways, Christmas Party yesterday and.. Let me name the people who came :D&lt;br /&gt;Doof and Priscillia were the first to arrive (and they thought they were late)&lt;br /&gt;Nicki and Ralvin next (and they also thought they were late)&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;Nessa, Sotong, Sheryl, Szemin, Sandra, Deserie arrived. Well, they didn't think they were late because they were late!&lt;br /&gt;Daryl arrived not long after.&lt;br /&gt;An hour passed,&lt;br /&gt;Terence, Omar and Jason arrived. They went all the way to Marine Parade because they thought I live there -.- so I heard.&lt;br /&gt;Ju and Eunyse FINALLY arrived.&lt;br /&gt;After eating, sitting around, slacking and chatting.. We all planned to watch I Am Legend but the damn thing was all sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the pictures soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-4401234814332789310?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/4401234814332789310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=4401234814332789310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4401234814332789310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4401234814332789310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-i-havent-came-online-for-almost-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5262819532642063570</id><published>2007-11-27T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:18:57.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;For the 5 days staying at home..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever do is eat, online, eat some more, phone, eat even more, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So I guessed I probably gained another 5 kg?&lt;br /&gt;Each day 1kg... I got.... 30+ more days to go. WOW! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Nicole and Nessa came over and they bought for me carrot cake. Yes, I love carrot cake so so much and they know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; it is because I only eat rice/bread everyday. They're so sweet to bring me carrot cake. You could see my face lit up with joy upon seeing them and.. knowing they brought me carrot cake!&lt;br /&gt;We ate in my room, and I said.. "As long as you don't drop on my bed.."&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.. Before she could ever take the first mouth, she dropped it on my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, first mouth already drop.."&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about a lot of shit. The usual best friends talk. And we both blamed Nicole for leaving us in Singapore to die. Then Nicole was like, "Okay la, I packed the both of you in the big big carton then I paste the 'Fragile' sticker on it." Then we three started laughing because we tried imagine the screening..&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the carton going through the screen and the guards see two skeletons.. one telling the other, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt;! Wait they find out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;, SO CUTE RIGHT?! Then we laughed even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this may sound corny but.. although you both only came for a few minutes.. It felt like the best few minutes of my life. :) I love you both so so much and I missed you guys the moment you walked toward the lift :( The feeling started sinking in as I went to the kitchen and stared at the two mugs where you both drank from.. and I just felt like running out of the house, even in my rag beggar clothing.. just to see the both of you. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5262819532642063570?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5262819532642063570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5262819532642063570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5262819532642063570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5262819532642063570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-5-days-staying-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-3172870345107133512</id><published>2007-11-24T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:32:07.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. So I've been staying at home for three days straight. The days are passing so quickly though.. Maybe because I've been spending 3/4 of the day sleeping like a fucking pig that my grandmother would knock on the door infinite times to check whether I'm still alive. Guess now my whole family thinks I'm a pig. Oh what the heck. What can you do when you have no wallet and no phone? I need fucking money to top up my M1 card but.. I can't get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a7x crazy all of a sudden. Well, it's coming back AGAIN. Hahahaha. Was a7x crazy before they came to Singapore for Fort Canning and I got so fucking upset I couldn't go because I was fucking SICK. I was so fucking upset that I couldn't listen to a7x for a long long time. Hahaha. Okay, I sound like a complete retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going crazy. My mum says an idle mind ain't good and I should keep myself occupied by studying or cleaning up my room. I don't know what with mums and cleaning up rooms. Really, every mum think that's the perfect punishment. Hahahaha. Oh well, my children will die if they do something wrong because I'll definitely find a better punishment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'm able to go out again but I gotta see Nicole before she flies off. I hope my mum would let me out soon. And I need to watch a fucking movie with Daryl soon. We both still have our free tickets but we just can't find a movie that we both want to watch. Maybe because all the fucking movies seem to be NC16 or beyond. And all the movies showing seem to suck balls. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've set so many goals for myself but, God knows when I'm gonna achieve it. And all those tasks, aiya.. I'm so laaaaaazy. What a pig. Listening to Avenged Sevenfold just makes me feel like screaming and moshing at home but... I can't talk for shit. I lost my voice due to that fucking incident. I can't remember what happened but Ganesh said I was screaming to all the LP songs like as if Chester's soul got into me. And now, I'll skip some words when I talk.. No sound to pronounce a few words. Nobody can understand what the heck I'm saying. How nice right. My punishment for all my wrong-doings. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-3172870345107133512?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/3172870345107133512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=3172870345107133512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3172870345107133512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3172870345107133512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6950455259032491542</id><published>2007-11-22T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T12:55:28.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No more drinking.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really so sorry for all the trouble I caused last night. Thank you so much for being there to help me get around and everything. Really, I cannot express my gratitude here. I feel so sucky now. I can't really show how much I appreciate you guys. In fact, I don't know how to.. but I must say. I'm really glad you are my friends and you guys care so much about me. Thank you, Renessa, Nicole, Sotong, Sheryl, Eunyse, Kendra, Ju, Terence, Moose, Garnesh, Omar, Shaqir and to everyone else who was there to help me. I can't remember much. I was seriously... Gone. Ju told me Calvin (her friend) dug my throat. Thanks Calvin.. for doing so. It's disgusting but.. really thank you because I needed to get the alcohol out of my system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better now. The effects of alcohol is baaaad. I threw up early in the morning when I wake up. And I still feel like doing so now.. Err, and it spoils your life. Now, I can't go out anymore.. I don't have my phone and my wallet. I guess I deserve it for getting so fucking drunk. Guess now I only have a computer. Might spend my whole holidays at home because of what I did.. I deserve all this for shaming my parents and friends anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I can't thank you guys enough. I'm really sorry. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6950455259032491542?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6950455259032491542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6950455259032491542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6950455259032491542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6950455259032491542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-really-so-sorry-for-all-trouble-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7045287928007793904</id><published>2007-11-16T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:00:54.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad men galore.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So on Wednesday, stupid and annoying things happened.&lt;br /&gt;The stupid thing is.. none other than... NICKI! (not suprising right?)&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, we always go to Whitesands and we will all go back home from there.. And think about it, Pasir Ris Interchange okay?&lt;br /&gt;Nicki: My card got no more money.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Same. You topping up later?&lt;br /&gt;Nicki: Yeah.. At 7/11.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Stupid. Aren't we going to the Interchange. Can top up at the MRT Station right.&lt;br /&gt;Nicki: *looks at me as if I was speaking gibberish* &lt;br /&gt;Nicki: OH YAH AH.&lt;br /&gt;and.. Liana burst off laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus.. I'm not sure if it's 12 or 21. Nicki was showing Laura and I a video of a man digging his nose in the bus. There was this man in his 50s (I think) coming down from the stairs of the bus, and.. Just as he was coming down, the bus jerked and.. "Shit!" &lt;br /&gt;I was the one who said Shit. Guess what that fucker said?&lt;br /&gt;He started scolding us..&lt;br /&gt;"Why you say shit? So rude. You think this your bus? Huh?! I offended you is it? Fuck you." and he sorta repeated the same thing again. We three was like.. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally said that, "I said shit because I almost fall. Okay?!"&lt;br /&gt;IMH man: Oh. Not because of me right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! *wtf face*&lt;br /&gt;Me: You don't anyhow assume can?&lt;br /&gt;Then he started muttering about the offended shit again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err, I think I deserve an apology?!&lt;br /&gt;IMH man: *stares at me* So rude!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF. WHAT DID I DO SIA? CHEEBYE. FUCK YOU LA. !@#!@&amp;&lt;br /&gt;Nicki and Laura was telling me to calm down. OMG, Tell me now. Who's the rude one? Loser. And, I found out later that he touched Laura's hand. Twice. Fuck. PERVERT.&lt;br /&gt;But I calmed down after passing a shop. The shop was playing "Shadow Of The Day". Just reminded me of Linkin Park and.. I just felt all relaxed and stuff :) But.. I miss them so badly. Oh my goodness. I so wanna go back to last night. I would pay twice the amount just to see them again! I really don't mind. :( I miss LP so badly. :(((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7045287928007793904?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7045287928007793904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7045287928007793904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7045287928007793904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7045287928007793904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-on-wednesday-stupid-and-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-4121906197422227172</id><published>2007-11-14T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:32:42.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Linkin Park Concert last night.&lt;br /&gt;The day started out with Parkway. Met Nicole, Nessa and Tanisha at Parkway. 16 down to Indoor Stadium where we waited forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were late. We waited for an hour for them in the Indoor Stadium. The crowd was fucking hardcore. There was barely any oxygen. I have a thing against angmohs and indians now. Okay, maybe I'm just against old smelly men. Not old, but like mid 20s-30s-40s. Yes, some guy's dick banged me many times. Some angmoh elbowed me in the throat. I have an ulcer now, I wonder if someone punched me? No idea. So anyways, the sound system wasn't exactly that good. I couldn't really hear. At the first song, we were all squashed and the only way we could get oxygen was to look up. Nic couldn't breathe and I swear I was extremely scared. I didn't know what to do. Thank god the guy in the green shirt beside her got another guy and they both carried her to the bouncer in front. After that, almost everyone was seperated. I stucked with Nissa, Sotong and Nicki. Halfway through the concert. Nessa, Anne and Tanisha came back in from God knows where. Nicki was damn scared because she lost Ralvin. I was so freaking high through out the whole thing, screaming and singing to every song. I cried to Pushing Me Away and Breaking The Habit. They sang it with such great emotions it just made me cry while I was singing along. Nessa cried too. Nicki felt like crying. Lol. Oh well. So I was screaming to From the Inside like some mad kid and two guys turned and look at me like as if I was really crazy. Hahahaha. What, enjoying myself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISSSSSSSSS THHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEM. I WANNA GO BACK TO LAST NIGHT :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDIT.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: THE PICTURES ARE NOT MINE.&lt;br /&gt;(credit goes to the photographers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8TXQbGBgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/D6HKwbmIrXM/s1600-h/6o0w21h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133843390492182018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8TXQbGBgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/D6HKwbmIrXM/s200/6o0w21h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8TlgbGBhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HPzGmdnDHcc/s1600-h/6q895sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133843635305317906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8TlgbGBhI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HPzGmdnDHcc/s200/6q895sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8U4wbGBiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZusQeaHpEqw/s1600-h/6yusi8y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133845065529427490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8U4wbGBiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZusQeaHpEqw/s200/6yusi8y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8VKAbGBjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iNtpdlyIWzI/s1600-h/8a1x2dj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133845361882170930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8VKAbGBjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iNtpdlyIWzI/s200/8a1x2dj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8VWQbGBkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Fi8UMhbfyLM/s1600-h/71wxzwm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133845572335568450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8VWQbGBkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Fi8UMhbfyLM/s200/71wxzwm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8VhQbGBlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-rUz---C2pY/s1600-h/816bho7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133845761314129490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8VhQbGBlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-rUz---C2pY/s200/816bho7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8VwQbGBmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oXo6TMpI_ow/s1600-h/855u9gj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133846019012167266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8VwQbGBmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oXo6TMpI_ow/s200/855u9gj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8V9AbGBnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yF3lCACoiic/s1600-h/DSC01377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133846238055499378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8V9AbGBnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yF3lCACoiic/s200/DSC01377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the crowd.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8WEQbGBoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KBK99JQKneE/s1600-h/DSC01382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133846362609550978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8WEQbGBoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KBK99JQKneE/s200/DSC01382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park fans. Wootsz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8WggbGBrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-Vmq-fSL7Sw/s1600-h/DSC01770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133846847940855474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8WggbGBrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-Vmq-fSL7Sw/s200/DSC01770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8WUwbGBqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FeBAGRVp-nE/s1600-h/DSC01403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133846646077392546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8WUwbGBqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FeBAGRVp-nE/s200/DSC01403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can see Sotong and her spasticated face. Btw, it's not my photos. None of us took, her face just showed up in some one else's photos. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-4121906197422227172?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/4121906197422227172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=4121906197422227172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4121906197422227172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4121906197422227172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/11/linkin-park-concert-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rz8TXQbGBgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/D6HKwbmIrXM/s72-c/6o0w21h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1805251926768491060</id><published>2007-11-13T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:40:09.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LINKIN PARK, HERE I COME. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;0730HOURS MORE TO LINKIN PARK. OH MY GOD, I'M GOING MAD!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA, TIME TO MOSH TILL I BRUISE OR DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1805251926768491060?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1805251926768491060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1805251926768491060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1805251926768491060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1805251926768491060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/11/linkin-park-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1980239425359707724</id><published>2007-11-04T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T14:00:48.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone's breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help much in the state I'm in right now. Seeing my bestest friends cry just makes me feel like shit. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;How can people be so cruel? I wish I could meet God right now. And ask him.. all the questions in the world. There's so many questions feeling up my mind. Just makes me feel like shit. Makes me feel like crying. Makes me feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what happened to the happy Angela?&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a masquerade now. I take out a happy mask and put it on in front of my family and friends. But when I'm all alone, I can't help but cry. Put away the mask and just cry till my eyes burn.&lt;br /&gt;One who wears a mask for a long time eventually forget who he really is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;My life can't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love him, you should let him go..&lt;br /&gt;But what if he doesn't wanna let go either? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1980239425359707724?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1980239425359707724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1980239425359707724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1980239425359707724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1980239425359707724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/11/everyones-breaking-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5676044472645132819</id><published>2007-10-28T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:25:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I find my way through the darkest of days, &lt;br /&gt;Will I laugh about the things that kept me awake? &lt;br /&gt;But if my greatest fear paints itself so crystal clear, &lt;br /&gt;Will I run away or will I hide? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't come home tonight, &lt;br /&gt;Just know I tried my best to fight. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't think I plan to lose to the night. &lt;br /&gt;And curse the moon so dull and bright, &lt;br /&gt;My heavy soul can't stand the light. &lt;br /&gt;It burns me straight to the bones, my bones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the desert sun I watched my nerves come undone. &lt;br /&gt;One by one my strings they tangled into knots. &lt;br /&gt;And ever since that day, deep in Santa Fe. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned to hate myself for giving everything away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't come home tonight, &lt;br /&gt;Just know I tried my best to fight. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't think I plan to lose to the night. &lt;br /&gt;And curse the moon so dull and bright, &lt;br /&gt;My heavy soul can't stand the light. &lt;br /&gt;It burns me straight to the bones, my bones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't come home tonight, &lt;br /&gt;Just know I tried my best to fight. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't think I plan to lose to the night. &lt;br /&gt;And curse the moon so dull and bright, &lt;br /&gt;My heavy soul can't stand the light. &lt;br /&gt;It burns me straight to the bones, my bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describes totally how I feel now.. and how I might feel for these few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5676044472645132819?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5676044472645132819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5676044472645132819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5676044472645132819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5676044472645132819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-i-find-my-way-through-darkest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-3883232379503791639</id><published>2007-10-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:25:34.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent the day with the three retards and, God.. I love them so much :)&lt;br /&gt;From Parkway to Queensway to Nic's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my half beanie from Topman, Parkway then took a long long bus ride to Queensway where everyone was dying because the air con was fucked up. I was sweating for at least one hour straight. Bought studs at Queensway and headed to Ikea for lunch. Yeah, Swedish meatballs and smoked salmon salad? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took forever to finish my meal. I don't know why, but for the first time in my life I was actually chewing my food for at least 20 times (That's how much you're suppose to chew before swallowing, in case you didn't know) before swallowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long 196 bus ride back to Nic's place. It wasn't that long because we kept talking about a lot of interesting things. And that made me wonder, why is it that when we grow older, we tend to take a longer time to forgive someone. Sometimes, we just can't forgive at all. Don't you find it a little childish? But of course the problems are way much bigger. Oh, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked a lot more in Nic's place, then we three (Nessa, Sotong and I) shared a cab back. What happened was, while we were walking out of the condo, so many taxis passed. We waited for quite a long time (considering the amount of taxis that passed us, we should have gotten one in an instance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi ride home was pretty...... Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;The driver started the meter only after we passed like at least four traffic lights? and, he stopped the meter for me.. before I could even ENTER Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay, you're all just students. Not working yet. You will need the money tomorrow." It's just so sweet and understanding right..? To have a taxi driver like that. However, I felt extremely bad and guilty. He cut short at least 3 bucks for me? He stopped the meter at 12.30 and he said I should just pay him 12 bucks. I gave him 12.40 instead because I felt bad and yeah, I just left the coins on the compartment after the handbrake. He just made me smile so widely.. I never felt so grateful yet guilty at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-3883232379503791639?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/3883232379503791639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=3883232379503791639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3883232379503791639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3883232379503791639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/spent-day-with-three-retards-and-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6564833075553864206</id><published>2007-10-23T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:08:43.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going back to my old habits and yes, it's all the bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;No one can help me except myself but, honestly I kinda do miss the old times when I would drink and sprout nonsense. Buy things without paying.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate it, sooner or later you're gonna hate me.. What can I say? Don't blame my friends for anything. Like what you always say.. "He/She brought it upon himself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought it upon myself so, I don't believe anyone else influenced me to do anything. I wanted to do it because I just wanted the quick way out. Call me a coward, whatever.. but honestly. I'm just like that. You fell in love with someone who was like that, and you changed me.. because I believe that your love could last forever. However, I was wrong. I changed for you because I loved you and I wanted to be a better girlfriend for you. Sadly, I changed back. We're not together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you'd do anything to stop me from drinking. Get your feelings back then, and say you love me.. Ask me back. Nothing is impossible.. So maybe one day you'll get them back. But you said, it might be too late. Well, you wouldn't know if you try.. That one day could be just the perfect time to tell me you love me once again. But, that one day could also mean you're too late because I might have found someone else by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what the future holds. My mum told me people's feelings change in time. I guess I'll never understand that till I'm older. Yeah, maybe I'm too immature now. I should be enjoying my childhood and not want to grow up so quickly. Besides, growing up takes time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got loads of time to think now.. and right now, I just feel like I don't want to be in a relationship till I finish Poly. Yeah, old right? But think about it.. Last time when we're in Primary 6, we wanted a relationship.. Thinking, "We're so old already, why can't we get a boyfriend now." And now, at the age of 15, don't you think 12 years old is way too young for a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that experience is good, but too much of it may disrupt your life.. or even make you give up for good. I'm just gonna wait for love to come to me. In the mean time, I'm gonna carry on with life.. Not gonna seek for anyone anymore. Yeah, it'll hurt seeing couples in front of me. Yeah, I'll think about you occasionally but in time, the love I have for you now will turn to friendship love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy married couples. The ones that last till the very end. The ones that still hold hands even when they're 90. The ones that takes strolls along the beaches at the age of 90. They make love seem like a blessing, a wonderful thing. However, right now, the only word that can describe the word love for me is.. "pain"//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a wonderful feeling when you're in love. However, it can pull you right down. I guess it really is about making sacrifices. For the person you love, you'd do anything to make that person happy and satisfied. But how can one say, "I love you" if they're not willing to sacrifice their time and commit to the one they love. I've just got so many questions about love. And there are just no answers.. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6564833075553864206?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6564833075553864206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6564833075553864206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6564833075553864206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6564833075553864206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-going-back-to-my-old-habits-and-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6185982906521700398</id><published>2007-10-21T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:21:13.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's do it again when you come back alright Nicole?&lt;br /&gt;We'll drink till we pass out. Or maybe till I commit suicide or all four of us die or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, seeing you cry, just made me feel very, extemely important. It made me feel that, at end of the day, there is people who really care for me. Who will cry with me when I'm down. Who will laugh with me, when I'm happy. Who will always be there to support my decision when I'm caught in the middle. I'm really glad to have friends like you guys. Honestly, this road has been so tough lately but I realised, I'm not the only one suffering. I'm surprised I didn't cry though. Maybe I cried too much till I couldn't cry anymore. Yup, you all saw my eyes. They burn.. Been crying my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be strong for you. &amp; really, I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Hunny, you just don't know how guilty I feel when I saw you cry yesterday. It's so hard to describe in words. It just hurts so badly to see you cry because of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40% of it all down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it again alright? This time we won't cry but just laugh till we explode or something. I can't really remember what I said and what happened, but if you do tell me.. I'm able to recall :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you were worried for me just makes me feel like you care so much about me. It makes me feel like as if you love me so much, but sadly.. you don't. We're back to the past where your feelings faded. I don't know if you're able to get it back. Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so extremely confused. Some people are telling me to patch back with him, but some of them are telling me to move on. What's worse is, I don't know what I really want. Follow your heart?&lt;br /&gt;My heart isn't with me now. You stole it away and I don't know when I'll be able to get my heart back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you but you know, it's unfair for me to give in a 100% when you're only giving in less than that. But on the other hand, I want you back because I don't mind putting in more than a 100% because I love you so much. I'm so freaking confused. I really don't know what to do. I've heard this many times before, "No matter what you do, I'll always support your decision." &lt;br /&gt;Thanks, but I can't move on.. and I can't ask him back. I'm just a victim. Stuck at the crossroads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6185982906521700398?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6185982906521700398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6185982906521700398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6185982906521700398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6185982906521700398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-do-it-again-when-you-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7866733502012488592</id><published>2007-10-20T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:55:39.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be going back to my old habits :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to drink, just call me in. If you really want to get really drunk, think of a place where I can stay or maybe plan a sleep over. I don't want to go home drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to catch up with my friends now. I'm really sorry for not spending so much time with you. It wasn't worth it to spend time with someone who wouldn't be there forever. Where else, for you guys.. You were always there.. And I'm really glad you guys were. I love you all so much. Thanks for being there and thanks for caring. IJ friends are friends for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye.. But don't you cry, because true love never dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7866733502012488592?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7866733502012488592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7866733502012488592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7866733502012488592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7866733502012488592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/ill-be-going-back-to-my-old-habits.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7215543639414468182</id><published>2007-10-19T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:04:27.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would really wanna thank all my friends for being there for me through the rough times. Thanks for being there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nessa, Nicole, Sotong, Nicki, Ralvin.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that long talk. I really learn a lot and yes, I will always bare in mind what you guys said. I love you all so much. You guys really mean the world to me. I lost one tree. I rather lose one tree than to lose a whole lot of them and have only one in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Daryl:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything which never meant anything. I guess we're just not meant to be. Yeah, you're right.. I believe there's someone out there who's better. There's the only thing I believe you, sadly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7215543639414468182?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7215543639414468182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7215543639414468182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7215543639414468182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7215543639414468182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-would-really-wanna-thank-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-4900205100657528753</id><published>2007-10-17T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:37:17.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, Angela! &lt;strong&gt;Don't hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nessa says if you hate her,&lt;br /&gt;She'll start thinking of.. (you know who)&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT. OH GOD, FUCK. WHY CAN'T I JUS ACCEPT THINGS SO EASILY?&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA, YOU'RE SUCH A STUBBORN FOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a bitch although she's one. Just thank god you're not a bitch. THINK ANGELA, YOU'RE SMARTER THAN HER. WAAAAAAAAAY MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-4900205100657528753?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/4900205100657528753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=4900205100657528753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4900205100657528753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4900205100657528753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/gosh-angela-dont-hate-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-8121657346470509492</id><published>2007-10-16T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:20:55.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over. It's so nice to scream and shout with joy after the Art paper :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today.. Nicole and I headed straight to Parkway to meet Nessa. We talked about a lot of stuff in Starbucks and yeah, there are many questions that I want to ask but I just don't feel like caring about anything anymore. Oh what the heck. I sound like some &lt;em&gt;fucking emo kid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butttt, the emoness stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl and I ate at Fish and Co. while the two went for some, stress-relieving-exercise. Nicole went home after we finished eating and then, we three met Nicki and Ralvin at Starbucks again. Well, the weirdest thing happened at Starbucks. We were all looking back at the primary school photos and laughing away. The weather began to change, the wind was so strong, it blew the ashtray off the table. It started drizzling and nicki, "EHHHH STAY HERE, DON'T MOVE LA."&lt;br /&gt;Nessa, "I got a bad feeling..."&lt;br /&gt;The next thing we knew, the rain started beating in on us. The cup of ice cold water fell on my lap. We were all freezing cold. Everything was falling, even some woman's crutches and signboards from Fish and Co/Starbucks. We ran into Parkway and started freezing. We had to stand outside, under the shelter to warm ourselves before we could step into Parkway. It was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastamania&lt;br /&gt;We chilled at Pastamania and started fishing out all the nonsensical things from the past. And everyone laughed at me for my stupidity :( I'm not sharing anymore info.&lt;br /&gt;I do miss the times we spent and yeah, I wish we could spend more time together. It's really nice to see us getting back to old times. That's all for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-8121657346470509492?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/8121657346470509492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=8121657346470509492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8121657346470509492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8121657346470509492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-227922219531049462</id><published>2007-10-14T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:15:50.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So many questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no answers.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever questioned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; about things that you could never get answers to?&lt;br /&gt;Questions such as..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What happens after we die?&lt;br /&gt;Is there really heaven and hell?&lt;br /&gt;Is there such a thing as life after death?&lt;br /&gt;What is true love?&lt;br /&gt;How do we know when our love is true?&lt;br /&gt;Is there such thing as unconditional love?&lt;br /&gt;What is my purpose on earth?&lt;br /&gt;Will my friends be there at my funeral when I'm gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought about life after death. I have always wondered if I'll end up in heaven or in hell.. and I've always wondered what will happen after we die. But sometimes, I can't help but think our memory would just blank out. And, there's no such thing as heaven and hell. I don't know. If there is such thing as heaven. I really want to be in heaven right now.. It's just so confusing. I wish my soul could just leave my body for a few minutes and wonder around, so that I'll know what will happen after death. I'm selfish. I want to die before all of my loved ones does because I don't want to experience the emotional pain of seeing/knowing someone I love leave me for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is true love? That is something I can never find the answer to.. Well, even if you do get married like some dumb silly fairy tale (though life will never be like one) to the person you're madly in love with.. and you die knowing that you can never love another.. Is that true love?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're hanging on the line, to choose between your life or your partner's? In the end you sacrificed your own life.. Does that mean your love is true? Simple questions that no one can ever answer because some times, there's no such definition of that particular word in life.. though it can be found in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa asked me this before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Everyone has a reason why they're living on earth. What if you have already served your purpose and.. you're still living on.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really IS my purpose on earth?&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know my purpose and.. I'm still waiting to serve it (although I don't know what it is) Oh god, this sounds ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only someone knew the answers.. to everything. I would really want to know all the answers to the questions I have. (When I'm still living.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-227922219531049462?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/227922219531049462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=227922219531049462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/227922219531049462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/227922219531049462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-you-ever-questioned-youself-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-9163694130821139711</id><published>2007-10-11T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:05:02.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby's back! :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;And I missed him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, baby got me a soft toy Husky which is freaking cute (YES, I'm showing off :)) anddddd.. My whole family knows about it now because they kept asking who gave that gigantic soft toy to me. You know, like.. "Oh your boyfriend give you right! Think I dunno." kind of stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;And all I said was Daryl. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rw4Ae8ftufI/AAAAAAAAADU/80AGtCYUF9U/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120030358002055666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rw4Ae8ftufI/AAAAAAAAADU/80AGtCYUF9U/s200/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing Ariane likes the colour of.. my bedsheets and stuff (if she this, that is..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rw4AtMftugI/AAAAAAAAADc/rjlnF5G1WZ8/s1600-h/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120030602815191554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rw4AtMftugI/AAAAAAAAADc/rjlnF5G1WZ8/s200/IMG_1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rw4A8cftuhI/AAAAAAAAADk/eEvLNYR7Twk/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120030864808196626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rw4A8cftuhI/AAAAAAAAADk/eEvLNYR7Twk/s200/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, baby's jealous that I hug that doggy to sleep every night. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all. I just felt like updating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-9163694130821139711?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/9163694130821139711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=9163694130821139711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/9163694130821139711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/9163694130821139711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/babys-back-dddddd-and-i-missed-him-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rw4Ae8ftufI/AAAAAAAAADU/80AGtCYUF9U/s72-c/IMG_1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-8641521776581187539</id><published>2007-10-09T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:10:36.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been going back with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doof&lt;/span&gt;, Kelly and Pris lately.. and, we can't stop laughing at all the retarded stupid lame stuff we would make fun off/talk about.&lt;br /&gt;One example:&lt;br /&gt;Pris: So you going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bucksstar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO NO NO, I'm going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moonbucks&lt;/span&gt; -.- (in a sarcastic tone)&lt;br /&gt;Pris: Why not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sunbucks&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Me: How about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;moondollar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Pris: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sunrupia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SUNBAHT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And we all just kept laughing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Priscillia's&lt;/span&gt; retarded face. (You know when she laughs, like.. her eyes never open)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I can't help but think to myself that I enjoy going out/back home with them so much that I neglect everyone else. Okay, not neglect but you know what I mean. I don't go out with the clique anymore because.. our clique has turned into some bitch club. And honestly, I HATE it. Everyday, there will always be a problem.. and bitching. There's never a day when we're happy with each other. Problems piling on top of each other one by one.. Well, we learn how to see others' flaws but we never stand by them and teach them their mistakes. How do you expect someone to know that they're wrong when you never confront them? Besides that, everyday there's always someone bitching about another. Honestly, I don't have any problems with anyone but.. somehow, I just feel like I don't want to belong to the clique anymore. The main reason is because.. I can't stand being part of the bitching sessions. I can't stand people who bitch. Aren't you betraying others? and.. Yeah.. I don't think I can trust anyone anymore. We used to be the only group without problems in Sec1/2. Now, we're the group that never has solutions to the problem and to me, the worse kinda of personalities ever. I'm sorry, but if you guys really want to continue bitching about anyone in the clique. Count me out.. and, yeah.. I don't think any one of you would wanna be labelled as "BITCHES from some BITCH clique"&lt;br /&gt;No right? So why can't you all just stop it?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm perfect or anything. I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;back stab&lt;/span&gt;. I do betray but.. if I trust you, and I know you trust me. I won't do anything behind your back. I've never let out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; secret and.. I do take note of those who bitch and tell others' about their own PERSONAL secrets. Put yourself in that person's shoes. Would you want your good/best friend or someone you trust so much to let you down? I believe the answer is No. And.. think about it, would you rather have true friends? (the kind of people whom you trust, you know they'll never let you down. The kind of people who never fails to be there for you and.. never walk out on you.) OR... Would rather be in a clique.. a group of people who bitch about one particular person everyday in the group? Choose one. The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;Mouth: Something that can hurt people with one's words. However, there's always the word sorry that can kill every of the mistakes you made with your own words.&lt;br /&gt;God made us different. We all have our own problems and mistakes. Don't always look on the bad side of people, it wouldn't make you seem any better. Look on the good, it will help you learn from someone else the mistakes you've made.. and become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: If you think I'm a bitch or a know-it-all for saying this then, tell me. Anyways, I rather have true friends than to be in a group of people who bitch every now and then. I do love all of you and I don't want us to fall apart. If I didn't care, I wouldn't have bothered about blogging how I felt. I want us to change for the better and be more mature and open toward each other. Have the patience to accept others and they will accept you as well. From what I've learnt, acceptance is the key to survival and if you don't learn to accept, you'll never survive in this world. Quit being so stubborn and learn from each other. If I do make mistakes, tell me. I will change for the better. And you'll be a darling to me because then I can actually thank God for having such a great friend who accepts my mistakes and tell me how I can be a better person/friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-8641521776581187539?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/8641521776581187539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=8641521776581187539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8641521776581187539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8641521776581187539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/been-going-back-with-doof-kelly-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5685963757472213304</id><published>2007-10-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:12:55.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been going back home with Kelly and Pris for a long long time, and I did on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;After school on Wednesday, we went to the airport because we wanted to buy food. Heh heh heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;And as we were walking toward the cold storage at terminal two. We saw a person dressed up in a cute, humongous aeroplane costume.&lt;br /&gt;We all thought, "OH MY GOD, SO CUUUUUUUUUTE!"&lt;br /&gt;and we walked toward it. It started charging at us and we three got scared, we played catching with the aeroplane outside cold storage. It's extremely cute but the size of it just made us scared when it started chasing us. There was barely any space to run around because of that huge... thing.&lt;br /&gt;It went away when we ran into cold storage. After cold storage, went to Crystal Jade bakery and we saw the aeroplane again. LOL. I wanted to take a picture of it.. then, it started running toward me again..&lt;br /&gt;me: "NO NO NO NO!"&lt;br /&gt;AND IT STOPPED. and.. posed for meeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwZSosftueI/AAAAAAAAADM/WJATo_m_a5w/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117868885645572578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwZSosftueI/AAAAAAAAADM/WJATo_m_a5w/s200/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE RIGHTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home and.. studied like fuck till I couldn't even open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;We (Szemin, Crystal, Ju, Sotong, Kelly, Alicia, Ariane) spend our time at the library and.. Everyone else was study except Ju and I. We were reading silly magazines and, pointing out the one who found most good looking.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Ju found this silly book. I can't remember the title and.. We started saying the quote of the days :))&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I'm Zakiah =X&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gud morning skool.&lt;br /&gt;De qote of de day is,&lt;br /&gt;"He who laugh last, didn't get it. He who laugh last, didn't get it."&lt;br /&gt;Tank u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we kept reading others.. and making fun. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ju: Gud morning skool.&lt;br /&gt;De qote of de day is,&lt;br /&gt;"Keep breathing. Keep breathing."&lt;br /&gt;Tank u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spend the whole day sleeeeeeeeeeeeeping like a piggy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I miss my baby :(&lt;br /&gt;about 4 more days till he's back :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5685963757472213304?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5685963757472213304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5685963757472213304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5685963757472213304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5685963757472213304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/wednesday-was-kinda-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwZSosftueI/AAAAAAAAADM/WJATo_m_a5w/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-4646828202065910270</id><published>2007-10-01T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:10:11.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES A LOT LEEEEEEH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDfBMftuUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GUDPW9zMLaA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116334388319992130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDfBMftuUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GUDPW9zMLaA/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's new hair.&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER RIGHT? MORE NEATER AND STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few random pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDiAMftucI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SV1WZqbeiMg/s1600-h/baby12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116337669675006402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDiAMftucI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SV1WZqbeiMg/s200/baby12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDh28ftubI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UgcZQE-k-FI/s1600-h/baby11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116337510761216434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDh28ftubI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UgcZQE-k-FI/s200/baby11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDhtsftuaI/AAAAAAAAACs/DkfCNR7NEjE/s1600-h/baby10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116337351847426466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDhtsftuaI/AAAAAAAAACs/DkfCNR7NEjE/s200/baby10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDhlsftuZI/AAAAAAAAACk/MaC7kn1MqJk/s1600-h/baby9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116337214408472978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDhlsftuZI/AAAAAAAAACk/MaC7kn1MqJk/s200/baby9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDhV8ftuYI/AAAAAAAAACc/HDxpV2GhGjA/s1600-h/baby8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116336943825533314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDhV8ftuYI/AAAAAAAAACc/HDxpV2GhGjA/s200/baby8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDhIcftuXI/AAAAAAAAACU/Mq7LCSByT20/s1600-h/baby7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116336711897299314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDhIcftuXI/AAAAAAAAACU/Mq7LCSByT20/s200/baby7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDg7sftuWI/AAAAAAAAACM/aYGL6U0acyc/s1600-h/baby6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116336492853967202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDg7sftuWI/AAAAAAAAACM/aYGL6U0acyc/s200/baby6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDgwsftuVI/AAAAAAAAACE/eosSO8Ctec8/s1600-h/baby5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116336303875406162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDgwsftuVI/AAAAAAAAACE/eosSO8Ctec8/s200/baby5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDiKsftudI/AAAAAAAAADE/x7KKZkmf02M/s1600-h/IMG_1376-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116337850063632850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDiKsftudI/AAAAAAAAADE/x7KKZkmf02M/s200/IMG_1376-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, and I'll miss you when you go to Seattle :(&lt;br /&gt;Must win WCG okay baby, and do Singapore proud :))&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Good luck B and teammates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-4646828202065910270?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/4646828202065910270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=4646828202065910270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4646828202065910270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4646828202065910270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures-lot-leeeeeeh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RwDfBMftuUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GUDPW9zMLaA/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7736725650776166542</id><published>2007-09-25T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:48:21.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no phone no life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I officially have NO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Not like as if I have a life before.. but..&lt;br /&gt;I GOT NO FUCKING MP3.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT NO FUCKING PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY HAVE MY COMPUTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people who only sits at the computer all day are people with no life!&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is.. I'm not the kind who sits at the computer and play stupid games like Dota the whole day, instead I just stare blankly at the monitor wondering when I'll get back my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY PHONE A LOT LOT LOT.&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking to baby every night.&lt;br /&gt;I miss smsing. I MISS TYPING ON MY PHONE. I MISS MY PHONE AUISBFOAINSFOSDG/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's retribution. I complained about having a lousy phone.. and now, I have no phone at all :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, HELP ME. YOU KNOW I PRAYED TO GOD. I PRAY THAT I'LL GET BACK MY PHONE. I PRAY LAST NIGHT THAT I WOULD REMAIN CALM AND FALL OFF TO SLEEP BECAUSE I HAD SCHOOL THE NEXT DAY. OMG, SEE. I TOLD YOU I HAVE NO LIFE~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7736725650776166542?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7736725650776166542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7736725650776166542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7736725650776166542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7736725650776166542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-officially-have-no-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5143297164087479658</id><published>2007-09-18T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:16:54.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quit&lt;/span&gt; being so selfish and self centered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5143297164087479658?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5143297164087479658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5143297164087479658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5143297164087479658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5143297164087479658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/09/quit-being-so-selfish-and-self-centered.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-9169814141892193953</id><published>2007-09-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:12:57.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELIUM&lt;br /&gt;We (Kendra, Ju, Sheryl, Ariane and Szemin) were suppose to meet at Parkway then head to Marina Bay. However plans were changed because Szemin wasn't able to make it. We met up at Bugis instead. Ariane wanted to buy shorts so we went walked around Bugis Street.&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Far East, ate at Gelarè, then walked back to the Heeren. Collected balloons and lollipops along the way. When we were at Cine Leisure, Ju came out with the idea of sucking in the helium gas from the balloon because you know, your voice will change to a way much high pitch. She started talking and upon hearing her alienated voice, we all burst out laughing in the middle of Cine Leisure. Out of curiousity we all wanted to try it and we did. There's a video but I'm waiting for the bobo Sheryl to send me the pictures and the video.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Vil'age for dinner and I discovered a nice drink from Burdanberg [sp?] It's some lemon lime flavour. Tastes like vodka lime. It's the closest I can get to tasting alcohol. My gosh.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S IT. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-9169814141892193953?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/9169814141892193953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=9169814141892193953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/9169814141892193953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/9169814141892193953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/09/helium-we-kendra-ju-sheryl-ariane-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1165319090385887580</id><published>2007-09-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:58:04.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two movies in Two days.&lt;br /&gt;Ratatouille yesterday, and yes.. It was a grrrrrrreat movie. Go watch, Pixar never fails to create great movies :) and.. How can you miss Ratatouille? The rats are the cutest thing ever. The story line is pretty interesting as well. Must watch la dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;Bruice Almighty was better but, Evan was quite funny as well. The animals were so freaking cute; the way they behave and stuff, just makes me smile so widely. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I can forget about my tongue piercing :((((&lt;br /&gt;I got hell from my mum for my lip piercing. Kinda old fashioned, but.. Parents what. Most parents wouldn't allow piercings all over the body. My mum told me that the lip is the easiest place to tear. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I dreamt that, we (my school mates) all had to go back to school during the September holidays (the one we are having now). What a nightmare. I remembered the timetable for the week written on the board and if I'm not wrong, on Monday, was 5 periods of biology and 5 periods of PE. What a silly dream right? Can't remember what happened though. But when I woke up in the morning, (or should I say afternoon?) I thought I was suppose to go to school. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zats zall. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1165319090385887580?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1165319090385887580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1165319090385887580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1165319090385887580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1165319090385887580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-movies-in-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-8139603571714131854</id><published>2007-09-02T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:38:57.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Teachers' Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BIGTIME&lt;/span&gt;. Everything was bad. I felt like as if it was a waste of time. It was the worse day of my life ever, everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt; to take cab back home and.. We couldn't get a cab. We could have taken a bus instead.. We would probably reach home the same time. Daryl and I fought because of this stupid cab problem and being late. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;, long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1408.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both headed to The Cathay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cineplex&lt;/span&gt; to book our movie tickets. After that, headed straight to Plaza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Singapura&lt;/span&gt; for Tom Yam :) I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; Hui at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Food Court&lt;/span&gt; and.. Somehow I just felt like I missed her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, headed to Yamaha and while I was on the way out, I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eunyse&lt;/span&gt; standing there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Then we talked for awhile and headed our own directions. Daryl said 1408 is a nice movie.. For me, NO! I HATE IT. If you're the kind who loves getting shocked, then you should watch it. I find the ending too abrupt and I jumped out of my seat for maybe about.. 8 times maybe? You won't know what's installed for you.. Kinda unpredictable and I was shocked so many fucking times. Daryl loved it maybe because I just kept hugging him and I just kept saying I was scared and I didn't wanna watch anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Shit, I feel like some coward, but.. Yeah, it was scary because of those shocking parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we missed 1294878124935961908234 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt; and we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hougang&lt;/span&gt; and cabbed back home. I was extremely frustrated because we missed two 518 and I couldn't take 36 back home because I would be late, Waited for 518 from 9.30 to.. 10.20? Can't remember, I was so fucking angry with everyone. And some bloody fucker had to just worsen my mood. I was sitting down and he sat behind me and lean against me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?! I AM SO NOT A FUCKING BACK REST. I was damn irritated and, baby.. thank god you're dare to calm me down. :) &lt;strong&gt;I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-8139603571714131854?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/8139603571714131854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=8139603571714131854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8139603571714131854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8139603571714131854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/09/teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-57654448959352809</id><published>2007-08-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:03:23.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time was passing so freaking slowly in school today and the FACT that we were getting our O level art paper when we return from the holidays, just left me in great disbelieve. [WTF?! So fast! My God]&lt;br /&gt;After school, all of us had to clear our desks because, I don't know why because.. but we just have to. Nadene had a box filled up with her books and she had to carry it back home all alone. So poor thing right? Being a kiiiiiind soul, I helped her with the box and loaded it into the cab. Sotong and Sheryl came in the cab leaving Ju behind on her own to take bus to Sotong's house because the cab driver said only four people. AHAHAHHAHAHA. SO POOR THING.&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Thaipan and all we did in Sotong's house was.. Watch TV!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ju and I couldn't stop laughing at Sheryl because she was such a dumb ass. If you've been to Sotong's house, you would know what I'm talking about.. Sheryl said her favourite place of Sotong's house was her balcony. Sheryl, Ju and I walked toward there and Sheryl was being extremely kiasu. She bang into the glass door! Ju and I couldn't stop laughing because, it's hilarious right? to see someone bang into some glass wall or something without knowing there is something there! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and.. Guess what Sheryl said?&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: All I saw was the chair so.. I walked toward the chair then I didn't notice the glass door.&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, Ju and I burst out laughing like crazy. If you were wondering where Sotong is, she was in her room.. changing. She missed it. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, Ju is a horny bitch, I swear. Maybe they were all horny because they watch the Allie Sin! :)) Anyways, I was sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa and Ju's hand just went in my blouse.&lt;br /&gt;As Ju's hand went in my blouse,&lt;br /&gt;Ju: OMG, SHERYL, SHE DON'T CARE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I dare you la, to touch. Sure don't dare.&lt;br /&gt;and.. She did. She went in my bra and she said she felt my nipples. I don't know if it was true.. All I know was, my nipples weren't erected. So, don't think she make me horny. She has her own boobies and still wanna touch mine, walaueh. And, the best part was.. Both of them were peeping into my blouse because they wanted to see my bra. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And.. Did you know that, tickles are the WORST TORTURE EVER? Well.. for me la. Sheryl and Ju both PLANNED to tickle me when I was drinking my Iced Lemon Tea. BLOODY FUCKERS. I still had the drink in my mouth when they both "attacked" me. They tickled me like crazy and I couldn't stand it I just flapped my hands in the air and I accidentally smacked Ju's face. AHHAHAHA. I wanted to say sorry but I couldn't because the drink was still in my mouth, I just spat it out into some glass. :)&lt;br /&gt;Another incident where Ju laughed like a mad monkey (she is one..) was.. In the lift. She went into the lift. The lift door was about to close and I thought by placing my hand there, it would open. Note: We all were carrying heavy boxes of books. According to Sotong, her lift had a censor. But somehow, my hand didn't activate the censor and..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no!! My hand! *stares at it..without moving my hand away*&lt;br /&gt;Ju burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks, may upload the videos soon. Many retarded videos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-57654448959352809?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/57654448959352809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=57654448959352809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/57654448959352809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/57654448959352809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-was-passing-so-freaking-slowly-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5606247016604883535</id><published>2007-08-28T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:05:35.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOES ANYONE HAVE MAGAZINES, THAT THEY DON'T WANT, BE IT OLD OR NEW.. AND WOULDN'T MIND DONATING THEM TO BE BECAUSE THEY'RE A KIND SOUL. WOULD YOU KINDLY PLEASE TELL ME? THANK YOU.&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/15544933-5606247016604883535?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5606247016604883535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5606247016604883535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5606247016604883535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5606247016604883535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/08/does-anyone-have-magazine-be-it-old-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-8509698650033623412</id><published>2007-08-17T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:15:07.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick society. Sicky.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the school's policy of..&lt;br /&gt;"Your parents must pick you up from school if you're sick is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; retarded"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I was sick and I had a literature test so I have to come to school and take the test otherwise it's a straight zero. No excuse, no buts. So I came to school la, then I informed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TLK&lt;/span&gt; that I wasn't feeling well and I had to go back home. I took the literature test, etc etc. The only problem was, my mum couldn't fetch me from school because she was sick. My dad was busy and my grandparents weren't home. My mum wanted me took take a cab home and when I reach home, call the school and tell them I'm safely back at home. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;administrative&lt;/span&gt; person said no and according to what my mum said, she was damn rude then my mum wanted to talk to the principal. Can you imagine me asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss *** my mum wants to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;"Your mum wants to talk to me, regarding?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. She just said she want to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;"But what is it regarding about?"&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's because I'm sick and no one's able to fetch me"&lt;br /&gt;"You don't look sick to me. You look fine.. I look at your eyes and you don't look sick." [I was thinking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;.. you're just saying that because you don't allow me to go home on my own]&lt;br /&gt;"My mum just wants to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum said, she act so "sweet", such a hypocrite. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I was laughing like crazy, showing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt; every single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; my mum sent me.&lt;br /&gt;Wig woman told me, I can only go back to class after 12.15pm because I have already taken my literature test. Can anyone tell me now, what do you want me to do until 12.15 and.. I only have 2 hours till school ends. Such a waste of time. Stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;Then they gave me recess at 9.45 because I couldn't bump into any of my classmates. At 10.15 I came back to the general office and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ju's&lt;/span&gt; mum was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt; said: Eh, my mum fetch you back la. Go tell miss ***.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to ask her and she said CAN. &lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD, ISN'T THAT THE SAME AS GOING HOME MYSELF?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my mum said.. They just don't wanna take the responsibility cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ju's&lt;/span&gt; mum send you back, she's holding the responsibility, not them. I think it's extremely extremely &lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/strong&gt; because it's &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt; the same thing as going back home myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they should allow the child to go back on their own if the parent has given their consent about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you some of Miss *** "kind" words.&lt;br /&gt;1. "If the child is sick, she shouldn't go back on her own because anything can happen to her.."&lt;br /&gt;2. "If I was a parent I would be very worried you see, if my child were to go back alone.."&lt;br /&gt;3. "Sometimes when the child is sick, and there's no one at home, it's quite dangerous.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this three.. "kind" statements.&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hand phone&lt;/span&gt;, I can call my mum and besides I'll be taking a cab back, how long can a cab ride be?&lt;br /&gt;2. You are not my mother. You're not even married. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PUHLEASE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. My mum is at home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt; said when I was gone, they all were talking about me.. saying I'm so pampered got sore throat only want to go home. Wig woman made me take my temperature to sort of "prove" to her that I can stay in school and continue my lessons. I was thinking to myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt; and I have the same and I mean, &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt; the same kind of sickness. We have the &lt;strong&gt;EXACT&lt;/strong&gt; same kind of medicine. So if she's saying I'm pampered, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt; is pampered also what. Besides, wig woman said.. "I think she's recovering because she has no fever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO MY DEAR,&lt;/span&gt; if I was recovering, I wouldn't have had a fever when I visited the doctor. And if I was recovering, I would feel better, how come I'm feeling worse? If I get pneumonia, you pay for my hospital fees la. Bloody hell. Don't wanna take the responsibility then still don't wanna let me go home. My mother was damn fed up with everything. I think it's extremely dumb. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt; was saying, it's damn stupid and retarded either. If some other "stranger" [because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ju's&lt;/span&gt; mum isn't related to me in any way apart from my friend's mother] can take me home, it's still the same thing as going home myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;, what to do, I got no say. I can only blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-8509698650033623412?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/8509698650033623412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=8509698650033623412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8509698650033623412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8509698650033623412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-schools-policy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-401110965512021641</id><published>2007-08-04T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:16:35.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baaaaaaaaaaaybeeeeeeats. remind you of?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My MSN and friendster is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screwed up&lt;/span&gt;. I can't log in at all.&lt;br /&gt;My computer time/date/year also &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screwed up&lt;/span&gt;. I'm back to 2005. But I changed it back anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baybeats&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Sheryl&lt;/strong&gt; we were freaking late. She didn't answer our calls then &lt;strong&gt;Ju&lt;/strong&gt; came out with the findsheryl.blogspot.com thingy that made me damn freaked out because &lt;strong&gt;Sheryl&lt;/strong&gt; always answer her call and stuff. &lt;strong&gt;Sheryl's&lt;/strong&gt; pants were too tight that she couldn't bend her legs =X She had a big problem going into the cab because her legs got stuck. LOL. Cabbed down to the &lt;strong&gt;Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt; in some speeeeeeeding "bullet". The uncle drove so quickly, we felt as if we were in a roller coaster ride. There were two stages, but according to &lt;strong&gt;Nicki&lt;/strong&gt; she said there were three. Oh well, saw &lt;strong&gt;Mayyin&lt;/strong&gt; and gang, we decided to join forces :) &lt;strong&gt;Ju&lt;/strong&gt; saw some fat guy grabbing people's boobs and ass. And we saw two unmoshable people. &lt;strong&gt;Sheryl&lt;/strong&gt; was pointing to them and she wanted to push me to them but of course, I pushed &lt;strong&gt;Sheryl&lt;/strong&gt; back :) MOSH WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby&lt;/strong&gt; came to meet me after his competition and... HIS TEAM WON FIRST. CHAMPION. YES! I'm gonna be a bloody bitch and show off. But, they deserve it anyways. They train so hard. :) It's not any regular gaming competition. It's &lt;strong&gt;World Cyber Games&lt;/strong&gt; (WCG). They're gonna represent &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; :)) YAY! HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taking pictures like crazy when &lt;strong&gt;Sheryl&lt;/strong&gt; ran away screaming, "Oh no! There's a camera!"&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what the fuck she was talking about so I ran with her and I found out there was this crazy guy who seemed like another &lt;strong&gt;Steve Irwin&lt;/strong&gt; (because of his movement) and his camera crew ran toward &lt;strong&gt;Ju&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hey can you do this for me? \m/ YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;Ju: \m/ YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all thought he was gonna interview us or something so we ran away leaving &lt;strong&gt;Ju&lt;/strong&gt; alone. Regretted cause we should have done the "\m/ yeah" together. :(&lt;br /&gt;Left at about 10 because I had to be home by eleven. and, I reached only at about 1130 -.- &lt;strong&gt;Baby&lt;/strong&gt; cabbed back home and I just collapsed on the bed without bathing, gross I know. What to do? TIRED WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNNNNNNNYWAY, I WOULD LIKE TO CONGRATULATE MY LOVELY &lt;strong&gt;BABY&lt;/strong&gt; AND HIS TEAM ON WINNING 1ST PRIZE.&lt;br /&gt;P.S &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;, must treat me hor. I so good to you. I congratulate you leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//EDIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who interviewed &lt;strong&gt;Ju&lt;/strong&gt; also interviewed &lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt; today. Except that &lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt; really had an interview. More of &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt; on tv than &lt;strong&gt;Ju&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahaha, sucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-401110965512021641?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/401110965512021641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=401110965512021641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/401110965512021641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/401110965512021641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-msn-and-friendster-is-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1296428142175138320</id><published>2007-07-29T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:40:09.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just look at how bored we both are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RqyKcBx8NdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FuH8tq2pe1U/s1600-h/convo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092597492768060882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RqyKcBx8NdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FuH8tq2pe1U/s320/convo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at our msn nicks. Yeah, we were that bored.. lol. But we both can only change our MSN nick tomorrow only after 8:22PM. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the moment I changed my nick, people asked me about it. OH HORRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Ey, don't think sick. We were just bored and we had nothing else better to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To my lovely baby,&lt;/span&gt; I want my lollipops. You owe me three now, thanks. I love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1296428142175138320?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1296428142175138320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1296428142175138320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1296428142175138320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1296428142175138320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-look-at-how-bored-we-both-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RqyKcBx8NdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FuH8tq2pe1U/s72-c/convo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1424554123045864958</id><published>2007-07-18T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:34:53.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is prawno* day. :)) &lt;br /&gt;Nicki stored prawn* into her MP3. She brought it to school and let me watch two prawn* movies :)) &lt;br /&gt;Many people were excited. Heh, people like Sarah Lew, Elaine, Sheryl, Eunyse, Alicia, Sara Huang, Kelly. Pretty unbelieveable eh? I didn't know Elaine, Sara. H and Kelly would watch? They look innocent. Hahaha, but oh wells, can't judge a book by its cover :) &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Both our (co)form teachers never come. Shiiiiiok. Gave us more time to watch prawn* &lt;br /&gt;Here's something.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicki: Nadene, you wanna watch? You sure like! Group one. &lt;br /&gt;(Nadene walks here..) &lt;br /&gt;Nadene: Oh chey! This one I watch already. So boring.. &lt;br /&gt;Me: You mean Nicki show you already? &lt;br /&gt;Nadene: No. I have it in my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Are KC girls really either lesbian or pregnant? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was suppose to blog about this some time ago.. But I was just bloody tired, lazy and stressed out from school. &lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rp36ozK8o8I/AAAAAAAAABc/lKMs2pvre9g/s1600-h/14072007465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rp36ozK8o8I/AAAAAAAAABc/lKMs2pvre9g/s200/14072007465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088498732836365250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WET AND HARD :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rp36wzK8o9I/AAAAAAAAABk/yYPehjzSMww/s1600-h/14072007466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rp36wzK8o9I/AAAAAAAAABk/yYPehjzSMww/s200/14072007466.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088498870275318738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SUPER HARD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, don't think sick. It's only gel la dey. &lt;br /&gt;Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident. &lt;br /&gt;I alighted from the bus and as I was waiting for the lift, this woman started waving at me. I thought she was waving to someone else and TO MY HORROR, she was waving at me. I was held back from entering the lift because of her stupid annoying questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Eh girl, which school are you from? &lt;br /&gt;Me: err.. *says my school* &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Oh.. Where is it at? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Marine Terrace. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Wah.. So far away. Then you take bus to school there? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Oh, what bus you take? &lt;br /&gt;Me: I take from behind *points to the back* 12 or 53 to the airport then I take 36. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: So.. What road is your school at? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Marine Terrace. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Ohh.. Then, when you wanna go school.. Must register or what? &lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not sure but.. I guess so. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Ohh.. So you've been in there since young la. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Ohhh, then, your school is Christian school is it? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Catholic. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: But teach Christianity la? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Err.. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;(By then, I was wondering why the fuck she was asking so much question and since I was wearing my uniform, I had to be nice and speak good good excellent powderful Engrissh.) &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Oh. So how old are you? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Errr.. 15. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Ohh, so you're secondary la. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah (obviously, wtf.) &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Oh.. I thought you're primary six. &lt;br /&gt;(WHAT THE FUCK. DO I LOOK LIKE SOME PRIMARY SIX KIDDO?!) &lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughs* (FUCKING FAKE LAUGH) &lt;br /&gt;Woman: You malay ar? &lt;br /&gt;Me: No. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Then? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Eurasian. Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I went into the lift and got rid of the fucking irritating indian woman. So bloody annoying. That was the first time in my life I've ever talked to a stranger for such a long while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: * means it's not the right spelling/word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1424554123045864958?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1424554123045864958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1424554123045864958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1424554123045864958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1424554123045864958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-prawno-day_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rp36ozK8o8I/AAAAAAAAABc/lKMs2pvre9g/s72-c/14072007465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6358833141538345336</id><published>2007-07-12T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:50:00.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RpW80TK8o4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/TWsKkFd-d_8/s1600-h/11072007461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086178960870253442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RpW80TK8o4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/TWsKkFd-d_8/s200/11072007461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's 17 now.&lt;br /&gt;OLD BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today because of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad bad stomach aches and diarrhoea. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was too tired because I came back at about 11 last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicki smsed me saying, there's a picnic in class and Mr S didn't go to school. Then I was thinking, whatever Nicki Thng. Purposely wanna make me feel like some idiot right? Never go school then you all have so much fun. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Guess who? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RpXAaDK8o5I/AAAAAAAAABE/FLkDLeK_Ju4/s1600-h/DSC01282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086182907945198482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RpXAaDK8o5I/AAAAAAAAABE/FLkDLeK_Ju4/s200/DSC01282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Sheryl and Ju couldn't stop asking..&lt;br /&gt;"What does Nicki have that I don't?"&lt;br /&gt;and Nicki would reply..&lt;br /&gt;"Mensessssss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6358833141538345336?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6358833141538345336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6358833141538345336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6358833141538345336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6358833141538345336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/07/babys-17-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/RpW80TK8o4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/TWsKkFd-d_8/s72-c/11072007461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5679269266654950069</id><published>2007-07-09T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:37:49.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GUCCI GUCCI YA YA DA DA.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, A new entry :)&lt;br /&gt;My dog's sick :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with her. She looks different. She looks.. unhealthy and weak and.. Sick. I don't want my dog to go so soon. What if it happens? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've got an ingrown toenail. Yay, after a long long time. I shall blog about school since I haven't really been blogging much about it. Many didn't come. Nicki and Sotong were both sick :( It was damn quiet without Nicki and, Crystal sat on her seat. Time passed extremely SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWLY in class. My god. After school, we three (Ju, Crystal, I) decided to photocopy our art stuff and I swear, I've never seen Crystal laugh so hard in my whole entire life. So anyways, I don't get why the both of them were laughing. Every action I do, they laugh. I drink coffee they laugh, I walk they laugh, I pretend I playing piano they laugh. Such weird friends I have. Met Nicki at her house bus stop and I saw Gucci! Hahahaha. She's way much cuter than Nicki although Ju said Gucci looks like Nicki. Well, I don't think so. I think Gucci's prettier and way much cuter and I believe Gucci's voice is nicer. But, maybe Nicki can beat Gucci for the voice part because currently, Nicki has a sexy sexy voice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's coming over to my house after school for the first time and we're both damn nervous, I don't know why. Lol. Maybe it's because he's gonna meet my family. I don't see anyone else at home except for my grandmother and my doggie. Oh well, today's his lucky day :) He's gonna help me with my art. Don't think of anything sick okay? :) We're not.. like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's all. I'm hungry.. as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5679269266654950069?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5679269266654950069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5679269266654950069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5679269266654950069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5679269266654950069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-new-entry-my-dogs-sick-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-4740019183245573516</id><published>2007-06-23T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:46:35.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Holidays are ending :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes, the start of hell :((( -CRIES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rnz4HDWyx_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7ZbeB7UPk-M/s1600-h/15062007422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rnz4HDWyx_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7ZbeB7UPk-M/s200/15062007422.jpg" border="0" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rnz4rTWyyBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eZA8FRA1EJU/s1600-h/27042007314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(absolutely random)&lt;br /&gt;No more sleeping late :(&lt;br /&gt;No more going out till late at night :(&lt;br /&gt;No more midnight talks :((&lt;br /&gt;-SAD SAD-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Check this out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079207902581016594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rnz4rTWyyBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eZA8FRA1EJU/s200/27042007314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rnz4VjWyyAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hCOmkUE-lM0/s1600-h/20062007441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079207528918861826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rnz4VjWyyAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hCOmkUE-lM0/s200/20062007441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; boy.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Say it with me!&lt;br /&gt;EMO SIALLLLL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-4740019183245573516?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/4740019183245573516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=4740019183245573516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4740019183245573516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4740019183245573516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidays-are-ending-here-comes-start-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rnz4HDWyx_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7ZbeB7UPk-M/s72-c/15062007422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1814018062099811618</id><published>2007-06-19T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:33:02.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday sotong'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging since there's nothing to do at home and I'm still tired from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met baby first then headed to Parkway to meet Sotong and Ju. They couldn't stop playing the arcade. Haha, the funny part was.. Ju gave up on Daytona when Sotong pushed her off the track and her stirring wheel went hay-wire. LOL. Then, Sotong was competing with this woman for 1st place. Since Ju gave up, I told her to go ruin the woman's life by crashing into her so that Sotong will get the first place. And so she did :) Damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I headed to the foodcourt to eat while they stayed there and continue playing. They arrived at the foodcourt because Ju's Timezone card was stolen and she was damn fucking pissed. Ahahaha. After eating, we went to Harvey Norman because baby needed to buy a new keyboard (his keyboard spoiled) We came across this.. "music instrument" section. There were organs and some, electric drum set thingo. Ju found the organ amazing and she stood there playing for hours. My god, poor us, had to tahan her horrible skills. Baby went back as we three head to Sotong's house for steamboat :) Des was there too. Tried pursuading my mum to allow me to stayover but failed many times. Cut the cake at about 1030 and damn, the cake was fucking good! Szemin came over after that and we all played catching while walking out of Mandarin Gardens to send me back. Reached home at about 11.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILD WILD WET with Pris, Des, Szemin, Sotong and Ju. Been quite a long time since I've been there. So anyways, we spent about 8 hours there. And I ate alot, better not talk about eating. Gotta count my calories. Headed to Tampines Mall for dinner and Eunyse and Yang choped places for us in the foodcourt. Pris was late, so we rushed back home. Guess what? I alighted at the same stop as her, walked to Loyang Point to buy macs and I walked back home. So much fast food in a day. My god, I fell asleep extremely early and I dreamt of WWW. Lol, I can't really remember though.&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was one part - in the dream. I felt like we were all in shiok river and the Sun was extremely hot. My body was feeling extremely hot but my face was freezing. I asked everyone whether they felt that way and they all agreed. But in actual fact, I covered myself right up to my neck, that's why I felt that way. Ha, retarded. Well, that's pretty much all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=EQqfONHWrbQSdSj-BM-AADAA-9639"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personalDNA Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this test about me. I find it quite true for those of you who don't know much about me :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1814018062099811618?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1814018062099811618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1814018062099811618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1814018062099811618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1814018062099811618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-like-blogging-since-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-3827916478236717106</id><published>2007-06-14T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:50:42.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take me away'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I MISS NESSA! :(&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than a week since I've seen her. She's busy in Malaysia eating her life away I suppose. Suffering from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ange&lt;/span&gt; and Nic deprivation and withdrawal syndromes maybe? Hahaha. While Nic and I are suffering from Ness deprivation. I miss the clique as well. It's been two weeks and counting since I've seen all of them. The only two people I've seen is Ju &amp;amp; Mel and Kendra (whom I've only seen for a few seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing to blog about because my life is so fucking boring. Haven't been laughing and smiling much as I seldom see all my friends :((&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so boring. The only thing I do at home is.. Online - Eat - Online - Eat - Online - Sleep. And If I go out, I'll only eat. I sorta miss school, but.. I don't wanna wake up early every morning. Argh, haven't been going Karibs as I become nocturnal during the holidays, I sleep during the day and would be right awake at night, left with nothing to do as little children must stay at home at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like getting out of Singapore. Fly away to another country with all my close friends and leave my life in boring Singapore behind. With only my close friends, there will be no heart aches and heart breaks. What a luxury. It's too bad I'm stuck in boring ol' Singapore. Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-3827916478236717106?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/3827916478236717106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=3827916478236717106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3827916478236717106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3827916478236717106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-nessa-its-been-more-than-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-9077340566673162732</id><published>2007-06-07T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:12:58.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wanker'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging about the recent events that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; in my life. I was suppose to blog about family day/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; and all those but I somehow lost interest in blogging. Either that or I just couldn't find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wanted to blog because I really wanted to tell everyone about this man who did some obscene stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Junita&lt;/span&gt;. She came over to my house to collect her CD and to upload songs into her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hand phone&lt;/span&gt;. Basically, she wanted to use my computer.&lt;br /&gt;While using the computer, we notice this man directly opposite my house, kept shouting (attracting attention) He was about in his mid 30s or 40s.&lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Junita&lt;/span&gt;, she would shout back and stuff. She pointed to the guy and sort of told him to look at another place, but you know what? He pointed straight back at us. I didn't give a shit about anything till she said,&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OHMYGOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OHMYGODOHMYGOD&lt;/span&gt; LOOK! *giggles* HE'S MASTURBATING!"&lt;br /&gt;My expression was like, What? You serious?&lt;br /&gt;And, he really was wanking the shit outta him.&lt;br /&gt;How did we know?&lt;br /&gt;He was probably standing on the chair showing us his upper body as we only knew he was half naked till we saw his pubic hair.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty far away but you know, a black patch (hair) way below your belly button obviously means.. something else. So anyways, we could see his hand moving back and forth quickly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we looked at him, he would tip toe showing us that he is wanking. I was fucking disgusted, I never felt like this before, I felt like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt;. I immediately walked away. Well, you all know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Junita&lt;/span&gt;, she just kept staring!&lt;br /&gt;"Eh. I want to see! I never see before!"&lt;br /&gt;That was what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he knew someone else was looking at him, he would hide behind the curtain. I felt extremely terrified and disgusted. When the house phone rang, I practically scared myself and I let out a sigh of relief knowing that it was my dad on the line. Without hesitation, I decided to tell him. It was the right thing to do.. But, my dad went to call the police and they came to my house to "investigate" the case. They questioned us and took down my particulars. By then, the man was gone and he probably knew that we told other people. He didn't stand at the window after that. Instead, he kept walking back and forth around the balcony area.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still damn terrified now and my whole family knows about him. I always feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; watching me when I use the computer. This incident just give my mum a reason to be more protective and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-9077340566673162732?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/9077340566673162732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=9077340566673162732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/9077340566673162732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/9077340566673162732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/06/havent-been-blogging-about-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7469921760876770318</id><published>2007-06-02T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:50:21.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no reason'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down &lt;strong&gt;it’s just a talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you’ve told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you’ve followed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he’ll say he’s just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And I begin to wonder why I came&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know what happened, you don't need to.&lt;br /&gt;All I asked from all of you is just to be there for me like what friends/family should. I'm going through a hard time. Will update when I'm in a right state of mind. Don't be so kaypoh as to ask me what went wrong, if I do tell you, be there and just promise me you'll always there. Don't break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all I got left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are no answers I find, to stop the tears from my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know my heart has always been, and will be there with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7469921760876770318?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7469921760876770318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7469921760876770318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7469921760876770318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7469921760876770318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/06/step-one-you-say-we-need-to-talk-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6372748345985817575</id><published>2007-05-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:00:51.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE AND RENESSA I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates rock :)&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp everyyyywhere, how great is that? like.. 4 Johnny Depps in one scene!oh fuck, hot bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NIC, CHEER UP. WE'RE IN THE SAME BOAT.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I HAD MONEY. :((&lt;br /&gt;You know what we all wanna do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LET'S DRINK TILL THE SUN BURNS OUT, I'M CRAVING FOR ALCOHOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6372748345985817575?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6372748345985817575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6372748345985817575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6372748345985817575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6372748345985817575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/05/nicole-and-renessa-i-love-you-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-1732268951268323274</id><published>2007-05-20T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:30:57.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiderman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's about time I update my entries.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally over and my results aren't appealing. &lt;br /&gt;Blame it on myself - not listening in class, not studying.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's probably gonna slaughter me and bring in Daryl saying that he's the cause of my results blah blah blah. Whatever, I'm not leaving him no matter what the fuck they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, on the movie Spiderman which everyone (almost) is dying to watch. The introduction was way too long. They showed what happen on the first two Spidermans. Well, it was good for those who didn't watch but it made me extremely sleepy. That explains why the movie was 2h 15min. It had too much romance in it or maybe my expectations were too high. I expected it to be action-packed full of nice nice spider stunts but noooo, there were more kissing scenes and stuff. The only part where they were alot of action was the first part and the last part. Wtf? the rest was all romance, at least a full 1h on romance. James Franco (Harry) is fucking hot :)) his smile melts my heart. The emo Peter Parker's kinda retarded. LOL. Well, that shows he's a good actor. Anyways, that's all I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what else to blog about. Life's so fucking boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-1732268951268323274?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/1732268951268323274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=1732268951268323274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1732268951268323274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/1732268951268323274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-about-time-i-update-my-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-774209509598974285</id><published>2007-05-14T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:01:28.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birds and Sleepy woman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blogger homepage looks fucking retarded. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I haven't updated my blog for a really really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to blog about birds on last last Friday. I promised Crystal you see.&lt;br /&gt;So 2 weeks ago. Daryl and I were heading home from Hougang. We took 109 and we sat right at the back on the left side. There were birds chirping and making lots of irritating chippy noises during the bus journey. I found it irritating and started complaining to him about the birds.&lt;br /&gt;Later I realised, the man sitting on the right, at the corner (beside us) has a bird cage placed in between his legs. (Oh fuck, sounds sick, but yeah, EH! I'm not talking about his dick okay. Sickos)&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAYS, there were birds in the bird cage la, obviously. If not where was the chirping coming from?&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought the birds were trapped somewhere on the bus (pretty impossible right?) and so, the funniest part was. Every one seated in front of us kept turning back wondering where the chirping was coming from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this,&lt;br /&gt;This guy, geeeeeeeky guy. Seated in front of the old man with the bird cage, kept looking at the ground, whenever a sound was made, he turned back and he frowned as if he was some bird hunter detecting for birds. The best part was, he got frustrated with the birds and he changed his seat!&lt;br /&gt;We both couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was really pissed with this sleeping woman beside me. Why? because, I was fed up and she kept leaning on me. You know, whenever you fall asleep in the bus you tend to sway from side to side as the bus move and when you feel like your heads falling off way too much to one side your muscle contracts and you go back to your normal position and it repeats whenever you really fall asleep. So yeah, she fell asleep. The bus was so fucking crowded and I wasn't even comfortable as my legs were squashed against the seat infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;If you take 53 back to Pasir Ris from the Airport, you'll know the route I'm talking about. It hits the highway and as her body refrained from leaning against mine, we came to this bump across the highway and she totally jumped out of her seat. Funnnnny! She got a shock and she held a bag so tightly! HAHAHAHAHA! I wanted to laugh but, I couldn't because people will think I'm some mad KC girl. She never learnt her lesson you know! She still went back to sleep. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; Emptiness has darkened my eyes &lt;br /&gt;as I hopelessly beg for my life to end.. &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-774209509598974285?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/774209509598974285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=774209509598974285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/774209509598974285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/774209509598974285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-blogger-homepage-looks-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-6764865652700358382</id><published>2007-04-25T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:08:00.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Art's killing me, killing my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;I was killing myself with art because I couldn't think of what to do for my mindmap and was waiting for baby's call when this number,&lt;br /&gt;97201180 called me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Phone rings-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;*unknown mutters*&lt;br /&gt;- The guy hanged up on me -&lt;br /&gt;-Phone rings again-&lt;br /&gt;Me: HELLO?!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hello, Is this Deepa?&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh, sorry I got the wrong number. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I realised he said Deepa. So I told Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;Read this Convo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•dεαғ•рiεcз•оғ•ςнiт•______________    I live only for your happiness          says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA,.&lt;br /&gt;•dεαғ•рiεcз•оғ•ςнiт•______________    I live only for your happiness          says:&lt;br /&gt;this loser call me then say hello is this deepa or something like that&lt;br /&gt;•dεαғ•рiεcз•оғ•ςнiт•______________    I live only for your happiness          says:&lt;br /&gt;then i'm like NO! then..&lt;br /&gt;•dεαғ•рiεcз•оғ•ςнiт•______________    I live only for your happiness          says:&lt;br /&gt;after i put down i was like.. arh, i should have said i'm vali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? DeepaVALI?&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-6764865652700358382?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/6764865652700358382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=6764865652700358382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6764865652700358382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/6764865652700358382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/04/arts-killing-me-killing-my-brain-cells.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5019802578622965947</id><published>2007-04-24T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:13:13.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CABBAGE BRAND Vegetable Cooking Oil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today Sucked. In a way, because everyone broked down for some particular reason. Many. Well, I wouldn't wanna write down the names of the people whom I know cried over something because people will KPOHKPOH. Anyways, today sucked in a way because there were many downs and tests. I was pretty pissed with all the, (how should I put it?) Nonsense? going on in school because of one small problem. So anyways, after school was pretty fun. Head down to Parkway with Nicole, Meliana, Doof and Pris. Nicole had to go back for tuition. Ju, Sotong and I, headed to Marina Square for some stuff. Wah, I swear we spent alot of time talking about everything under the sun. Sotong says that Casino might come out for Oral. Well, if it does, I'll probably stone there. So anyways, left the place super late because we three totally lost track of time. Cabbed home with the two bitches :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who were feeling down, I hope everything's alright now. I'm sure it is. If you feel that you made a mistake, learn from your mistakes and take your mistake as a good experience that will be useful in life. Every little thing we do is something we should treasure be it a mistake or not because you can never relive that moment ever again. Besides, everything happens for a reason. If it just isn't meant to be, then accept it and move on. One who learns how to accept fits in easily and succeeds in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5019802578622965947?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5019802578622965947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5019802578622965947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5019802578622965947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5019802578622965947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-today-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-7879113425963311533</id><published>2007-04-23T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:02:44.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t know why.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucked up mood'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH GOD, this is the funniest Shit ever.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it cheered me up after feeling so fucked up with everything in life without any particular reason and I wished I didn't take my Geography book back because I don't have the fucking mood to study. So anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, the conversation between Danial and I :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:l Danial says:&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;:l Danial says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;:l Danial says:&lt;br /&gt;that day i cut my fringe, almost everyone asked me why.&lt;br /&gt;:l Danial says:&lt;br /&gt;i told them i turning indie.&lt;br /&gt;:l Danial says:&lt;br /&gt;they say, why indian?&lt;br /&gt;:l Danial says:&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;•dεαғ•рiεcз•оғ•ςнiт•______________    you're the reason I believe in love          says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;•dεαғ•рiεcз•оғ•ςнiт•______________    you're the reason I believe in love          says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG, FUCKING FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;:l Danial says:&lt;br /&gt;and then my hair grew long and looks fucking emo instead of indie. and then yesterday i cut again. and they asked again.&lt;br /&gt;:l Danial says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;:l Danial says:&lt;br /&gt;why indian??? AHH WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna kill myself sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Since the pass few hours I've been in the house, I only realised now that my dog went for grooming and she damn hairless now. Yeah kay whatever. I'm off -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-7879113425963311533?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/7879113425963311533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=7879113425963311533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7879113425963311533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/7879113425963311533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-god-this-is-funniest-shit-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-851273000480831272</id><published>2007-04-15T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:14:50.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I've come to realized that my ex:&lt;br /&gt;- sucks other guy's dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to:&lt;br /&gt;- Light with a Sharpened Edge - The used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I talk:&lt;br /&gt;- ant language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love:&lt;br /&gt;- Daryl Seah Chen Hua :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friend:&lt;br /&gt;- Nessa and Nicole :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost:&lt;br /&gt;- my heart and soul because baby stole it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate it when people:&lt;br /&gt;- show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love is:&lt;br /&gt;- something I can never understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Marriage is:&lt;br /&gt;- commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Somewhere, someone is:&lt;br /&gt;- dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'll always be:&lt;br /&gt;- there for anyone who needs me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a crush on:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm attached dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The last time I cried was:&lt;br /&gt;- pretty recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My cell phone is:&lt;br /&gt;- in my room, charging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Before I leave the house:&lt;br /&gt;- I say goodbye to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Before I go to sleep at night:&lt;br /&gt;- I think about problems that needs to be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Right now I am thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;- How to get out of the house so I can meet baby tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Babies are:&lt;br /&gt;- noisy cute little things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I get on friendster:&lt;br /&gt;- to report ugly ah lians on friendster :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Today I:&lt;br /&gt;- stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Tonight I will:&lt;br /&gt;- talk to baby, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Tomorrow I will:&lt;br /&gt;- Meet baby! Well, I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I really want:&lt;br /&gt;- everything in life that I don't have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The person who you look up to&lt;br /&gt;- No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// Sorry, you know when you're damn bored and you got nothing to do, you do retarded lame spasticated stuff just to satisfy yourself and tame down the boredom you're suffering from? Yeah, that's what I did. I did the survey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-851273000480831272?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/851273000480831272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=851273000480831272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/851273000480831272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/851273000480831272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-107045543096393348</id><published>2007-04-12T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:26:36.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My back's breaking. Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine going to P.S for like, three times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going mad, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, baby's gonna start school soon and it's gonna deprive our chances of meeting each other, but that doesn't change anything right baby? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;Nobody thought we'd last forever&lt;br /&gt;I feel 'em hopin' and prayin'&lt;br /&gt;Things between us don't get better&lt;br /&gt;Men steady comin' after you&lt;br /&gt;Women steady comin' after me&lt;br /&gt;Seem like everybody wanna go for self&lt;br /&gt;And don't wanna respect boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you all those lies&lt;br /&gt;Just to get on your side&lt;br /&gt;But I must admit there was a couple secrets&lt;br /&gt;I held inside&lt;br /&gt;But just know that I tried&lt;br /&gt;To always apologize&lt;br /&gt;And I'ma have you first always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;To keep you satisfied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody wanna see us together but it don't matter no (Cause I got you boy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-107045543096393348?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/107045543096393348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=107045543096393348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/107045543096393348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/107045543096393348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-backs-breaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-8927194054383905536</id><published>2007-04-10T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:43:23.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was looking forward till after school because I can finally meet my baby!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay, school was boring as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Shekhu's lesson was pretty disturbing. Why?&lt;br /&gt;She said her favourite game was volleyball and she looks sexy in the bikini. Guys would take pictures of her and she would ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, wake up Shekhu. Stop dreaming ar, this girl *Shekhu's voice*&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so anyways, she kept doing this "wave-crashing" thing and, her edge of the tables kept poking her V. SICK la okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met baby at the school bus stop, headed to Plaza Singapura to watch Mr Bean Holiday :))&lt;br /&gt;At the theatre, I was damn pissed off with this couple beside me. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Our seats were inside, so since they were there, we had a harder time going inside to get to our seats. I accidently stepped on this malay guy's slipper, not the feet kay! Then came a loud, "OUUUUUUUUUCH!"&lt;br /&gt;and I, being so polite, I apologized.&lt;br /&gt;I sat beside his fucking fat girlfriend who was twice the size of me (so now you can imagine how fat she is) and you know what? She's so fat, that her ass, could lift up the arm rest beside me? Omg, you know the momma joke? totally suits her ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;She's so fat, that when she jump for joy, she got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;She's so fucking fat, that when she stands on the weighing scale, her handphone number appears.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, she took up the so much space that I couldn't put my drink beside me because her fat ass was blocking the drink holder.&lt;br /&gt;When the movie ended, her boyfriend who is fucking skinny (as skinny as Daryl, or maybe even skinnier) smacked her ass. HER BIG FUCKING ASS! The moment I saw him smack her ass, I felt like VOMITING I tell you! OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;And, he didn't smack once you know, he smacked THRICE!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, one of the left butt cheek, the other on the right butt cheek and the last one on the middle. His hands couldn't smack her whole because I guess her ass was too big that he had to do them in parts. God DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;The best part was, after everything. I decided to follow baby back to Hougang Mall and guess what? I SAW THEM AGAIN. Wtf? Talk about fated. Gosh, they remembered me because I could tell the fat bitch was whispering to her bf something. And she turned her head when we passed her and I told baby about them and he just had to listen. Poor him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-8927194054383905536?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/8927194054383905536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=8927194054383905536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8927194054383905536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8927194054383905536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-looking-forward-till-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-4743109005014917280</id><published>2007-04-08T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:02:33.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I enjoy DARYLing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello HELLO&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;say,&lt;br /&gt;"Heyyy Arnolllllddddddd!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rhi7ti7_hlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtsJLkcVcMQ/s1600-h/03042007227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050993373242951250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rhi7ti7_hlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtsJLkcVcMQ/s200/03042007227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say hi to.. the duckypig? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rhi8cy7_hmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gGETBxJgEpo/s1600-h/03042007231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050994184991770210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rhi8cy7_hmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gGETBxJgEpo/s200/03042007231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, Don't you think I look like a bumble bee? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rhi83i7_hnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kxKpdrsCliU/s1600-h/DSC02606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050994644553270898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rhi83i7_hnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kxKpdrsCliU/s200/DSC02606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; the reasons for this entry is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm bored. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't updated for a long time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got nothing else better to do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted to share retarded pictures. :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-4743109005014917280?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/4743109005014917280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=4743109005014917280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4743109005014917280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/4743109005014917280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-hello-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ua4oG8Hlh9c/Rhi7ti7_hlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtsJLkcVcMQ/s72-c/03042007227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5044578580201755304</id><published>2007-04-03T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:36:31.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss boey&apos;s open the windows and fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s so hot-ness. :('/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. This post is inspired from my tagboard. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy with SYF Drama that I'm unable to spend time with my friends and my lovely baby :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I've been so busy with drama Nessa. :(((&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be over soon anyways. 9th April and it'll be gone, yahoooo-oooo free at last! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During SYF yesterday, everyone was interested with the porno video in my phone. I taught Sherilyn a new word, well according to her. The word is masturbate by the way. &amp; for all of you guys/girls who dunno. Go fuck yourself :) That's what it means la. INDIRECTLY.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, they all acted as if they didn't wanna watch but I BET in their hearts they wanted to and were turned on. They acted disgusted like, covered the parts and all and just wanted to see the girl, tell me they're weird. So yeah, why watch porn because you wanna see the girl's face? o.O might as well don't watch. Met BABY after so many freaking days :) Seaweed baby :P&lt;br /&gt;spend time with him till 9 plus and my mum said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah you, start again ar. Come back late."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5044578580201755304?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5044578580201755304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5044578580201755304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5044578580201755304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5044578580201755304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-609234958850959996</id><published>2007-03-24T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:47:10.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate being sick :('/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Titoudao&lt;br /&gt;Friday, the last day of BMW :)&lt;br /&gt;Performances and all marks the end of BMW followed by the super boring prize presentation and principal's speech. 3/3 didn't manage to grab a hold of any prize. I think we're the only class that never win anything. School ended at 1.45pm :)&lt;br /&gt;Met BABY! at the school bus stop. We all went to Plaza Singapuraaaaa. Ate Long John's and it didn't fill my stomach AT ALL. When we were about to leave PS, It started raining so bloody heavily, even under the shelter, we could get wet. Took 36 down to Parkway, met Sotong at the bus stop then Ju became oh sooooo happy :)&lt;br /&gt;We got caught in the rain and the entrance to Parkway (Watson's entrance) was flooded. We all screamed at the sight of it and cursed under our breaths as we didn't want our shoes and socks to get wet because we had to wear them till 11pm!&lt;br /&gt;Froze in Parkway and that was the time I fell sick :(&lt;br /&gt;Baby &amp; I, Ju &amp;amp; Sotong ate Yoshinoya and the reponse we got from the two idiots (Crystal and Nicole) who didn't eat was.. "Pigs! Eat so much"&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can't blame us for being hungry. We are smart people because we think far. We know we're gonna be hungry later because the show's till 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of fun in Yoshinoya *ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;I swear Yoshinoya Parkway only plays one song over and over AGAIN. Damn fucking annoying laaaaaaa. So anyways, had to leave baby for school. :((((&lt;br /&gt;We were the last class to leave school for the show. School's fucking stupid I swear, they hired 5 busses to bring 6 classes to the NLB. Then we had some problem and we had to squeeze 3/4 into our bus. Our bus like prostitute bus la, got pink lighting at the back and people started "pole-dancing"&lt;br /&gt;Titoudao wasn't that bad. It's quite funny and although I didn't really understood it, I had a translator beside me (Ju)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot babi for translating for me :)&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus back home with Kelly. It was damn late at night la, and the worse part was, I wasn't feeling well.. Reached back home at midnight and I realised, my grandfather and dad was sleeping. My grandmother wasn't even at home. Wah, I go out until so late.. All havock. Tsk tsk tsk. So anyways, I'll end because baby's falling asleep on me. *cough* asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-609234958850959996?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/609234958850959996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=609234958850959996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/609234958850959996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/609234958850959996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/03/titoudao-friday-last-day-of-bmw.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-3279259563767593862</id><published>2007-03-15T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:40:48.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imma mushroom y&apos;all'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fuck blogger especially Google, FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do all this in point form cause stupid blogger didn't post my entry! BASTARD LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one.&lt;br /&gt;- KFC for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;- Jacuzzi and late night swimming&lt;br /&gt;- midnight walk with baby&lt;br /&gt;- walked to Kallang Macs&lt;br /&gt;sfhjizsniognjsodng I'm damn angry and I can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Can someone post for me? URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;//edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello, this is Daryl, or fworple as you may know me. Baby's pissed at blogger and so she kidnapped me and forced me to do this post or she'll kill my kitty. She is also holding me at gun point and hence I have no choice but to post this. She is not mean, she is just filled with an enormous amount of teen angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My task today is to recite to you the tale that is the chain of events that occurred on the Monday and Tuesday of this week. As you know, she planned to stay over at Nicole's house together with Nessa, and decided to pull me along. It all started with me meeting Baby at about 5, after hours of delay for no apparent reason. We then cabbed down to Nicole's house because Baby decided to bring along her 'baby' bolster and she would have had trouble walking and carrying that damn thing all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then arrived at the WaterSide, AKA Nicole's place, where we then stoned in her room before heading off to Parkway to meet with Ms. tardy AKA Nessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; We finally met up with her after dinner at KFC when we were at the bottom of WaterSide. Ms. Tardy didn't want to follow the rest of us into the water, dont tell anyone but i think she is terrified of mass bodies of fluid. First, the three of us went into the jacuzzi where we were swiftly evacuated by the patrolling guard, no, not because we were too sexy for the jacuzzi, but because it was already 10 and they had to release the man eating sharks into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stoning ensued as we sat below the grotto. Baby then went up with Nicole to shower, leaving Ms. Tardy and me, who was barefoot, in the lobby, alone to fend of the errie silence of the menacing night wind's howl. This torture lasted for a whole of 40 long minutes with me and Ms. Tardy starring at each other doing absolutely nothing. After she was done, we then faced the burdensome task of finding a place to stay for the night. We finally managed to find this horrible place with really bumpy floors that made it impossible to sleep on. Before that we went the nearby Macs to grab a bite. The two girls made it a point to point out a certain individual whom i was totally ignorant about. He freaked them out as he was super skinny looking, the frames of his thin body poking against his very flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed back to that horrible place where we would spend the night, much to my dismay. Some way or another, we managed to spend the majority of the 7 hours there wide awake, save about 30 mins of unconsciousness. Needless to say, by 6am the next day we were dead tired, but that place couldn't bring us rest. Ms. Tardy then suggested that we sleep in a bus, like the true hobos we are. And so we did, all the way from Marine Parade to Clementi(!) and back, all 2 hours of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we met Nicole again as she had to go back to school earlier. We went to the hairdresser where Baby and I got our hairs... dressed, coming out all sexy and stuff. After that we back to Nicole's house. The 3 girls had the bed and poor poor me had to sit on the cold, hard floor, reading my guitar magazine and sitting on my butt. Regardless, 2 hours past and it was soon (like real) 4pm, time when i had to leave. After waking Baby up, they went to shower and change and do all the things that girls to that seem to take forever. As a testament to that, we left at 6, 2 hours after they woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Parkway again, but this time it was my cue to head on back home. It was a fun time, those 2 days, but all good things must come to an end, and this was no exception. And so I did, I hoped on the bus back home, leaving Baby, Ms. Tardy and Nicole to eat their dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-3279259563767593862?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/3279259563767593862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=3279259563767593862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3279259563767593862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/3279259563767593862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/03/fuck-blogger-especially-google-fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-5808449282799002235</id><published>2007-03-03T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:58:07.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad men galore.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love mad men and they all love me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, yesterday after school Nicole and I headed to Parkway to meet Nessa. It started raining so heavily. Went to the Sony shop because Nicole wanted to buy the soundaholic walkman thing. Nessa and I started talking about stuff while Nicole walked around and she seriously is some bobo person. She came and ask the both of us..&lt;br /&gt;Nic: Should I get the one that can put 200 songs or 500 songs?&lt;br /&gt;Nessa and I: 500 la.&lt;br /&gt;Like bobo right? Wouldn't you choose the one which can put more songs?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ate Yoshi. Walked around.. headed to Macs after the rained stop because we three craved for 50cent ice cream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad thing about Parkway Macs is that, the service SUCKS and the ice cream's like soft and melts easily. Saw Nicki, Junita, Xinning and Chaiming. Nicki asked me to go get chilli sauce for them because she said the manager or whatever sucks, only gave them two miserable packets of chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can I have ALOT of chilli sauce please?&lt;br /&gt;Man: - rolls his eyes and took out TWO packets of chilli sauce -&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can I have more?&lt;br /&gt;Man: - rolls his fucking ugly eyes again and gave me three more -&lt;br /&gt;So annoying I tell you, so stingy. Chilli sauce also cannot give. Selfish bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Macs angrily with Nessa and Nicole. Nicole wanted to buy magazine so we went to the small hut near the bubble tea shop and she bought the magazine. I saw the newpaper and I decided to buy it. It looked pretty interesting :P&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I hold my newspaper in the air when this mad man standing beside me, looked at me and smiled. Then, he said Hi. LOL and he raise his hands in the air..&lt;br /&gt;Nessa giggled and I gave that confused face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the mad men are after me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-5808449282799002235?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/5808449282799002235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=5808449282799002235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5808449282799002235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/5808449282799002235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-mad-men-and-they-all-love-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15544933.post-8719548447681614377</id><published>2007-03-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:12:28.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i sense something seriously wrong.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;The pain is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KILLING &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;meeeeeeee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15544933-8719548447681614377?l=angelays-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/feeds/8719548447681614377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15544933&amp;postID=8719548447681614377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8719548447681614377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15544933/posts/default/8719548447681614377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelays-.blogspot.com/2007/03/pain-is-killing-meeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Ðﻍªƒ קּΐє©э Ø₣ کћﺍ†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17807759993220182888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
