<?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-20938828</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:56:26.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The TwenLight Years</title><subtitle type='html'>Random Rantings and the Confessions</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-9127070091309708612</id><published>2007-05-05T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:32:34.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;i've moved &lt;a href="http://shashisme.wordpress.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there!!&lt;br /&gt;put a comment there..&lt;br /&gt;or u can still tag here..&lt;br /&gt;adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-4078187722283170846</id><published>2007-05-04T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T07:47:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its moving time</title><content type='html'>okkk....&lt;br /&gt;so i head the advise of my bestfriends and moved to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;well not officially.&lt;br /&gt;i'll let ya all know my new url when i figure out how to move my chatbox along..&lt;br /&gt;cheerios!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-4078187722283170846?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/4078187722283170846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>oh bother!</title><content type='html'>hopefully, nothing dies before blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only remember this much...&lt;br /&gt;before, i blogged a tribute to my bro,&lt;br /&gt;he is celebrating his birthday soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so well prepared, spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;now blogger sucked up my creativity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SuCK blogger!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-821882452014808474?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/821882452014808474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=821882452014808474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/821882452014808474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/821882452014808474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/05/hopefully-nothing-dies-before-blooming.html' title='oh bother!'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-7932920546137561817</id><published>2007-05-01T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:35:07.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love fast car ride...&lt;br /&gt;even if its on a lil 1200cc VW.&lt;br /&gt;speeding through  windy road.&lt;br /&gt;add more thrill as the sun sets.&lt;br /&gt;plus the excitement of the high beam lights blinding you.&lt;br /&gt;then visibility turns zero as it starts pouring hippos and elephants&lt;br /&gt;and then remembering you're on the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;enchanting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car rides have never been better!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-7932920546137561817?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/7932920546137561817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=7932920546137561817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/7932920546137561817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/7932920546137561817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-fast-car-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-8682232694499600971</id><published>2007-04-25T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:19:38.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the song that doesnt end&lt;br /&gt;yes it goes on and on my friends&lt;br /&gt;some people started singing it not knowing what it was&lt;br /&gt;so they continue singing it forever just because...&lt;br /&gt;this is the song that doesnt end&lt;br /&gt;yes it goes on and on my friends&lt;br /&gt;some people started singing it not knowing what it was&lt;br /&gt;so they continue singing it forever just because...&lt;br /&gt;this is the song that doesnt end&lt;br /&gt;yes it goes on and on my friends&lt;br /&gt;some people started singing it not knowing what it was&lt;br /&gt;so they continue singing it forever just because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahahaha...i'm so bored.. then i got reminded of lambchops!!&lt;br /&gt;and then now i'm hungry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey so ppl, my flight was pushed to 30 May. that if everything goes well. if things are better, i can go home earlier. but then, if we could finish our job earlier, there were plans for a trip to Argentina before coming back to homeland. ARGENTINA baby!! so wish us the best lar hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or if we could finish right on time by the 30th, there were plans to stretch our flight to June, so that we can still visit Argentina...huahahahhaha... yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but those were just plans larr... whether initiate or not, is another thing..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-8682232694499600971?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/8682232694499600971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=8682232694499600971' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;When the skies are grey&lt;br /&gt;You never know dear&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you...&lt;br /&gt;Please dont take my sunshine away....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;Morning girlfriends!!&lt;br /&gt;lets pretend this the usual sms i send you on special cheery mornings.&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll pretend i received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Bonnie lies over the ocean&lt;br /&gt;My Bonnie lies over the sea&lt;br /&gt;My Bonnie lies over the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Ohh please bring back my Bonnie to meeeee.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you&lt;br /&gt;You love Me&lt;br /&gt;We're Bestfriends like friends should be.&lt;br /&gt;With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you..&lt;br /&gt;*muackz*&lt;br /&gt;Won't you say you love me too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaa......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-1100864335047655040?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/1100864335047655040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=1100864335047655040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/1100864335047655040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/1100864335047655040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunshines.html' title='Sunshines!!'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-6161640930927764052</id><published>2007-04-14T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:23:14.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr potato</title><content type='html'>if you're really hungry and wanna cook something..&lt;br /&gt;try to leave the potatos out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for it to 'empuk'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-6161640930927764052?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/6161640930927764052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=6161640930927764052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/6161640930927764052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/6161640930927764052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/04/mr-potato.html' title='mr potato'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-3605074945817687910</id><published>2007-04-13T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:53:58.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my right shoulder hurts like hell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gharghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain is irritating. no longer syiok lehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the collarbone there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smack that!!&lt;br /&gt;all on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;smack that!!&lt;br /&gt;gimme somemore..&lt;br /&gt;smack that!!&lt;br /&gt;till u get sore...&lt;br /&gt;ooooohhhhhhh........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-3605074945817687910?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/3605074945817687910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=3605074945817687910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/3605074945817687910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/3605074945817687910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-right-shoulder-hurts-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-2051472284944708706</id><published>2007-04-11T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:13:45.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i NEED to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not about work and all the shits.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, its all i talked about.&lt;br /&gt;its all i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK!!WORK!!WORK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TALKING ABOUT WORK.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... here i am at a very damn beautiful place and i'm always either cooped up in the office or the hotel. and the cold rainy days are not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT I BE HERE FOR SOME FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk with Kin, Lin and Yush.&lt;br /&gt;hang out, laughing ourselves silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have my 'bedtime' stories with my azie ku tayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch late night sitcoms with my mister handsome papapet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being nagged by mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss debating with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those noises the three cutie wutie mice Flash, Flix and Chino made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the daily morning smses exchanged with my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss counting down for knock off with yush or kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss lapchilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to Boat Quay with Ras, Putri, Rai and Metal for my Coffee Bean fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Java chip dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the lame jokes my siblings and i created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss listening to radios in language i understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss taking the MRT or the bus and head my way to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bantals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REMEMBERED SOMETHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my bolsters still around!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom says she will throw them away the soonest she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooo please nooooooooo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it isn't so. tell me you're not throwing.&lt;br /&gt;say you changed your mind now.&lt;br /&gt;and you were only kidding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahahahahhahaah.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah larh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go cook.&lt;br /&gt;cook! huahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masak ape ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maggi mee cepat dimasak sedap dimakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blearghhhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-8329745899796602481</id><published>2007-04-10T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T02:49:31.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Ayah.</title><content type='html'>nothing brings more tears to your eyes like dad saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you very much" and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you many many".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they explode like tear bomb. sudden and pouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... my daddy, my hero, my macho man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave the best, and only his very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most important of all, he love my mom. she's his Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too, Ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I Love You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-8329745899796602481?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/8329745899796602481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=8329745899796602481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/8329745899796602481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/8329745899796602481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-ayah.html' title='Love, Ayah.'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-7088730378696070657</id><published>2007-04-07T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:07:42.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ella elli</title><content type='html'>ella wish elli trust ella.&lt;br /&gt;elli waits ella.&lt;br /&gt;ella needs elli.&lt;br /&gt;ella wants elli.&lt;br /&gt;elli unsure.&lt;br /&gt;ella shy.&lt;br /&gt;elli hates history.&lt;br /&gt;ella despise history.&lt;br /&gt;ella scared.&lt;br /&gt;elli leave.&lt;br /&gt;ella cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-7088730378696070657?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/7088730378696070657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=7088730378696070657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/7088730378696070657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/7088730378696070657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/04/ella-elli.html' title='ella elli'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-6530684838640378127</id><published>2007-04-04T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:42:34.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WROTE A LONG ENTRY ABOUT MY FOOD ASPIRATIONS AND NOTHING CAME OUT WHEN I PUBLISHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASTE MY BLOODY TIME.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS HAVING FUN RANTING ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways still, i couldnt help not leaving this out... i wanna eat celok!! celok ubi keladi preferabably. if not, kacang panjang also can. and i also wanna eat daun pucuk ubi masak lemak with sambal or daun turi masak lemak. and i wanna eat asam pedas ikan pari, ikan ayam ayam yang di bakar with sambal kicap. and  i nak lauk bening!! and nak my mom's sambal goreng!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: i gotta learn how to cook. really really learn how to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-6530684838640378127?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/6530684838640378127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=6530684838640378127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/6530684838640378127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/6530684838640378127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/04/bloody-i-wrote-long-entry-about-my-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-698563584933710798</id><published>2007-04-04T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:35:36.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-698563584933710798?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/698563584933710798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=698563584933710798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/698563584933710798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/698563584933710798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/04/foodie.html' title='foodie'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-1933487006140108776</id><published>2007-04-03T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:50:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the last few days, i've been hooked to a sound track of Beauty and the Beast sung by Celine Dion and a guy whose name i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why larh but i find the song soo sweet and touching with a touch of romance. and i really miss the cartoon itself. i find Beauty and the Beast enchanting and it has always been one of my favourite fairy tales ever, besides Cinderella. but i think Belle is much much more prettier. and her golden yellow ball gown is soooo pretty. off shoulder you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i find Beast somewhat charming. He's actually got a gentle heart behind that rough exterior. only that circumstances dont allow him to show his gentle side. maybe ego larh. guys mah.. what do u expect. act tough only. inside like jelly, see cockroach they &lt;em&gt;lari &lt;/em&gt;(no pun intended).... ehehehehehz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just bored larh.. and i dont wanna talk abt Brazli. theres much to talk abt it. but nanti takut korang bored. or worse, jealous... ehehehheehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering what happen to yush... she's the only person i havent been communicating with. how is she doing??? what was she doing?? too engross with mr fujitsu that she forgot abt me is it?? but  i miss her so much!! some more cant sms her cos she's using lousy Msatu. no free sms. cheh.. hah.. so kinny bikini if u're reading this, tell yush to come online, read my blog or sth and leave her trail in my tag board so that at least i know she's doing fine. or better yet... tell her to sign in to msn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, to those who havent seen it yet, i present you, my favourite fairy tale of all&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BEAUTY AND THE BEAST&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSqQyI5WXPs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSqQyI5WXPs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-1933487006140108776?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/1933487006140108776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=1933487006140108776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/1933487006140108776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/1933487006140108776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-last-few-days-ive-been-hooked-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-6487909151503854334</id><published>2007-04-02T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:48:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend</title><content type='html'>just got back from dipping at the waterfalls. i forgot what its called in portugese. i've been memorising the name to put it in this post and i forgot the moment i began typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the weekend has been pretty filled up so far. actually the plan was to go to rio. but since its the pay weekend, and G.G, one of the yard managers is getting married, and i was invited to the brazilian style wedding, our plan to rio was put on hold. we'll be going there next week instead. that means no chatting with my mates for that weekend. aweee... its ok, the more u miss me, the better. then we can have a better and much more meaningful conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, 31 March, was my cousin's Kak Maze's birthday. its also her engagement day. i'm really sorry i couldnt come. also i heard, it was quite a grand affair. being held under the block and the amount of guest that turns up. imagine, the 'rombongan' from the guy's side that came alone was a total of 50 ppl. i kept messaging my mom for the updates on the engagement party but was repeatedly being pushed away. busy busy busy, she said. and i could imagine why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since all the food were cordially prepared by the family and relatives itself (as it has always been on the paternal side, even on weddings - imagine cooking for 2000 ppl!!) work were never ending. after cooking, u gotta serve, after serving u gotta clean and wash. and when ppl were leaving, u gotta pack some food for them to bring home. i miss the 'gotong-royong' feel larh. busy but fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the full moon today. i'm looking at it now, and it is extremely beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was invited to a brazilian wedding by the yard manager, G.G. He is actually a chinese Singaporean married to a brazilian. she is a pretty woman. and i think GG has been here for quite some time and is really localised. he speaks fluent portugese, with no Singaporean slang whatsover ( i said this because Roy, one of the guys who have been working here for two and a half year now, speaks Portugese like typical Singaporean). i was considered lucky by all the singaporeans here because this is my first week here and i was already invited to a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was expecting a mega big affair with sambas and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had the wedding procession, where the families of the bride and groom will come down and line up behind the guy-who-tie-the-knot for the couple. he is not a priest or the likes because he is not. was it called the minister? and then the couple came down and then they exchanged vows and exchanged rings and they kiss. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its interesting how other cultures were solemnise, but since i was expecting more, well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the night were spent partying. there were lotsa dancing. and i did dance too although i kinda feel awkward with the disco music. its hard to move at first.. but as time goes by, u just cant help moving to the groove.. ppl are soo happening. everyone was dancing. no one can really dance, except for Anna, one of the girls i knew in the brazil yard.. the rest was just moving. it was cool larh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the party was actually from 9pm to 4am. but we the singaporeans left around 1am. cannot tahan larh. dancing one whole night like that. ppl who drinks can tahan larh. i've only had fruit cocktail, specially made without alchohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could have taken pictures but didnt get to because of technical complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only 6.30pm and its already so dark....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh wow, they had this show on tv where Leonardo DiCaprio and Matt Damon were still teenagers, playing in a junior high basketball matches. they look urrr... skinny and small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today at around 10am brasil time, Halim called me and asked if i wanna go to the waterfall. of course i jumped at the oppurtunity to get out of the hotel and explore Angra's territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i'm kinda disappointed because i'm expecting a big mega waterfall. but instead, its just a small one. the ones they had in kota tinggi are much much bigger. but its much more cleaner here. and every lady and girl no matter what their size are, wore a bikini. i feel sooo overdressed. and i cant help feeling that they were laughing at me for wearing a tshirt to dip and swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dipping and swimming and making friends with a lil portugese girl called Bianca, shes 11 and she love the 'High School Musical' and pink power rangers. she is really friendly and wanted to talk to me but she speak lil english and i spoke no portugese. luckily Roy came to the rescue and became our translator. but in the end, he was the one conversing with her while i stood below the thundering water from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then its time to eat. we ordered our drinks and food. i ordered passion fruit juice and my goodness, its so so sooooo sour!! i cannot tahan leyy... then our first order came, its the crab thing. not the crab soup. its a dish where they got 1st in a competition. its really really good. yummylicious!! and then we waited some more for our next dishes. but it never came. and so we cancel our order and close the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went home. i did get some pictures for this trip. but not that much because theres nothing much to take. ohh they have horseback riding there!! i would like to go someday. but theres a catch. u must know how to ride a horse... ehehehhehehz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopie.. what a long post... i'm tired and sleepy. i'm gonna take a shower now and get dressed for bed. ciao ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-6487909151503854334?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/6487909151503854334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=6487909151503854334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/6487909151503854334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/6487909151503854334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend.html' title='the weekend'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-1311717005865755403</id><published>2007-03-30T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:28:28.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates on Brazil</title><content type='html'>alright people...&lt;br /&gt;finally i manage to get online!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to kind Mr Ernandez for fixing my comp. but i donno whether i'll be able to connect to the wireless surf back in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAZIL IS SO BEAUTIFULLLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;my hotel is just right the beach. and i have the whole apartment to myself.&lt;br /&gt;the people are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;the ladies are ohh soo sexay&lt;br /&gt;and the guys are ohhh soo hott....&lt;br /&gt;one problem though, communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, now, i have to go&lt;br /&gt;many work to do&lt;br /&gt;just wanna let you know that i am save and sound.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss home so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the food.&lt;br /&gt;the food here are sooo salty&lt;br /&gt;and the desserts are too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;if i could cry while eating, i would. hah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my mom, i miss my dad&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sis and bro&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please sms me if you find the need, though i dunno if you would have to pay extra. and if you have to, please dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try communicating again later.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stealing time from work now. and Rafael(he look like Vin Diesel only much better looking and not so big. but still botak) is pestering me for the use of internet. damn! but i still have to get back to work larhh...&lt;br /&gt;those files on my tables are just plain scary....&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i will be back in a month. pray that i do.&lt;br /&gt;because i wanna eat all the food that i'm used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how the other singaporeans survive here. at night its really lonely. it fun during the day because you're busy with work and the people here are marvelous. but when you get back to the apartment, all alone and solemn and worse of all, you cant get connected to the internet, all mood goes down and i sometimes breakdown and cry larh. i have to admit that. i cannot tahan, so far away from home with no communications, with the mobile not charged and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh k larh thats for now. will update more later if possible with photos and all...&lt;br /&gt;good morning to you all. and afternoon to me and Rafael....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-1311717005865755403?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/1311717005865755403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=1311717005865755403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/1311717005865755403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/1311717005865755403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/03/updates-on-brazil.html' title='updates on Brazil'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-8005789455521053836</id><published>2007-03-25T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:03:13.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-brazil</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be packing right now. but malas larh.. except for the great amount of dried food and stationeries, i dont know what else to pack. i am a confused traveller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this morning, my dad was advising me to behave myself, plus the nurturing lectures and he also reminded me not to forget to bring my sejadah and telekong because only to Him i can 'mengadu' and find solace. i dont know why, but that brings tears to my eyes. i almost cried. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness, i miss my family already!! and what did they do? my dad decide to go fishing. bringing along my mom and sister. i thought we could spend the sunday together. errr... helping me pack. now how many shirts should i bring? should i bring all my shoes along? how about extra bags? handbags? totes? or should i just buy from there? should i bring that dress just in case they gonna invite me to some functions? should i bring the blouse? should i bring along something formal? how bout my swimsuits? and gym gear(if i have any)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres this small part in me that wish i didnt have to go. but that will be very stupid wouldnt it? who would want to miss a golden oppurtunity like this. everyone i knew envied me. ok, almost. i am one of the most luckiest person in the world. thats what they said. actually, i think thats true. and yesterday, when i was in accounts, collecting my advance, i heard some of them saying 'wah junior staff leh. junior staff can go overseas meh? so lucky. what project uh? who's the PJM?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe i'm flying off tomorrow. 1350 SQ flight. will transit in frankfurt and then to Rio via Sao Paolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've set my emo emotions aside, i can hardly wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-8005789455521053836?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/8005789455521053836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=8005789455521053836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/8005789455521053836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/8005789455521053836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/03/pre-brazil.html' title='pre-brazil'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-2020738571389428517</id><published>2007-03-22T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:35:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil</title><content type='html'>in a few days time, i'll be leaving the comforts of homeland and will be flying to a far away foreign and beautiful land, called Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed emotions for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am excited. make that VERY VERY excited. when else can you travel all the way around the world, all expenses paid, accommoding in a somewhat luxurious hotel by the beach. and of course, the thrill of stumbling across cute (hopefully) butt naked guys running across the white sandy beach of Copacabana. syiok nyaa.... but of course only syiok to see the butt.. the other side, i'm not so sure... hahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not so thrill about the plane ride. especially during the transit. i am very sure i'll get lost. hopefully the transit check-in isnt very far from the exit of the plane. and i do hope that i'll be sitting beside someone interesting, where we can communicate and ermm, discuss stuffs generally, so that the travel wont be so boring. better if its some hot latino male. ahah! tak cerewet larh... but then again, i'll go blushing through out the journey if it really is a hot latino male. and i dont think i might be able to utter a single word. i'll just settle with Kaka sitting with me. or maybe Emre or Ibrahimovic. i dont mind Wentworth Miller too... hahahah...... ok, i'm infatuated and cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent even gotten my e-ticket, and i'm already missing lotsa ppl.&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad,&lt;br /&gt;bro and sis,&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriends,&lt;br /&gt;and my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;i'll also miss my 3 lil adorables, Flix, Flash and Chino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mommy who would readily listen to me whine endlessly and to love me,&lt;br /&gt;daddy not around to pamper me,&lt;br /&gt;no sister(s) to shower her love,&lt;br /&gt;no brother to share the squabbles,&lt;br /&gt;and no girlfriends to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, have i mentioned that i will have to miss my cousin's engagement. and also a friend's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to hong kong was easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, nothing is really free. and nothing comes easy. i guess for something, we need to sacrifice a lil something. and i think, this is just a lil hurdle to go through. i think going to Brazil is the highlight of my early career. and boy, I AM LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;although i wish i am holidaying instead of working....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if, i dont get to communicate with my friends, i guess, i'll use this blog as a medium of communication. i'll try to update as often as i can. include pictures and all. and of course, i will sms - via internet of course. and occassionally, i'll call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better prepare a check list of what to bring. and do remind me to buy packets of chilli sauces and flashlights and candles. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and 2 packets/carton of salem menthol (orang kirim larh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-2020738571389428517?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/2020738571389428517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=2020738571389428517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/2020738571389428517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/2020738571389428517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/03/brazil.html' title='Brazil'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-4809784122830759473</id><published>2007-03-13T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:24:05.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random rantings</title><content type='html'>finally finally, i'm able to log in. freaking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking off ceasing this blog from its existence. since its been virtually stagnant. even my tagboard is unactive. not blaming anyone. and since my only regular is one of my bestfriend. and even she hardly blog anymore. i guess we all decide that there are more to do than blogging. or maybe the virus has been catching up - laziness. or should we choose to blame the server for the failure to log in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, 2007 has been pretty. or maybe i'm the pretty one. hey, i've been feeling more pretty than ugly this year. maybe because i lose a pretty bit of weight. that feels pretty good. thanks to the days of bad coughing, which i literally threw up after every meal. dont worry i did went to the polyclinic to see the doctor, but for the sake of the MC. polyclinic is not where my doctor is stationed(note:for some work-related reason, i have to visit the poly) and the cough syrup they gave me is completely useless. and it taste absolutely horrible. nothing beats the taste of cherry flavoured syrup my good ol doc gave me. nice ol chap my doc is. but that doesnt mean i love visiting him often. we all know clinics give me the creeps. and i cant tolerate some of the nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i rant about the start of new year? i think its the best way. and its the best so far. try starting yours flying off in a plane. its a gateway to happiness! I WENT TO HONG KONG PPL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. i saw you frequent travellers rolling your eyes. try saving for a year and then finally get to feel the taste of your own hard labour. but of course you have to earn less than 1.3k per month. and why the hell do i bother to think what ppl think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just sum it up, Hong Kong was super fun. beautiful scenery, beautiful ppl. beautiful weather. its cool and cold and you dont have to ever worry about sweaty armpits. and things there are cheap. although halal food were scarce(almost non-existence), their pastries are super filling and tasty. we do finally get our share of proper meal - pastas. in the middle of the mountains, is that equal to valley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh!! and i finally get to wear boots without feeling out of place. every lady wear boots in hong kong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of holidays and now lets all move over to mundane stuffs like work. boring i tell you. of course larh. its mundane!! duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh!! ohhhh!!! i forgot to mention. i finally went to the gym! hahahahahahah... before that, the only time i ever went to the gym was with Rai, Metal and Mr Muscle Freak. instead of working out, i went to the dance room instead and play with the stuffs there. ohh and i did some dancing too. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a quick year, as its already march now. time flew so fast, i've had friends who emotionally turn 22. i think she's ok now. and soon, my sister gonna turn 15. i think i'll have to prepare for her 16th as i promise i'll take her for a game of pool (hahaha!). actually i dread for the day to come. because by then, i will have to turn 23 by the end of the year. goodness gracious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first 3 months of 2007, held moments that i treasure. moments that i will always remember. the simplest touch, send tingles to my spine. i hope more of the moments will come. i hope theres more to expect, more adventures, more cash flow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well, give 2007 time. and time will tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-4809784122830759473?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/4809784122830759473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=4809784122830759473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/4809784122830759473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/4809784122830759473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-rantings.html' title='random rantings'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-116888053465991830</id><published>2007-01-16T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:02:14.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont say i dont update</title><content type='html'>1. EVER BEEN GIVEN AN ENGAGEMENT Ring?&lt;br /&gt;- not yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIP?&lt;br /&gt;- a decade, with yushalinkin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;- a beautiful blouse from mommy. thanks mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. EVER DROPPED A CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;- too many times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED&lt;br /&gt;OUT?&lt;br /&gt;- is swimming and rollerblading working out?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY&lt;br /&gt;ON?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmmmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;- pandan chiffon cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE&lt;br /&gt;OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;- His features and then the hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ONE FAVORITE SONG?&lt;br /&gt;- This Time by Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;- where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;11. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENDED:&lt;br /&gt;- AISS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. CELL PHONE SERVICE PROVIDER:&lt;br /&gt;- Singtel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVORITE MALL STORE:&lt;br /&gt;- no particular favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. LONGEST JOB YOU HAD:&lt;br /&gt;- the current one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DO YOU OWN A PAIR OF DICE?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. DO YOU PRANK CALL PEOPLE?:&lt;br /&gt;- nong nong ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. LAST WEDDING YOU ATTENDED:&lt;br /&gt;- abg Izam &amp; abg Hisham's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. FIRST FRIEND YOU'D CALL IF YOU WON&lt;br /&gt;THE LOTTERY:&lt;br /&gt;- Yush(a)linkin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND(s):&lt;br /&gt;- few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT:&lt;br /&gt;- BK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD:&lt;br /&gt;- ahhahahahahahahhhahahahah....... u know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT&lt;br /&gt;WITH FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;- wherever the food is cheap and tasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. CAN YOU COOK?&lt;br /&gt;- *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT CAR DO YOU DRIVE?:&lt;br /&gt;- Honda Autopia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. BEST KISSER:&lt;br /&gt;- Wentworth Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?:&lt;br /&gt;- that friday when i brought home my work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. MOST DISLIKED FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;- cockles except when cook with sambal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. THING YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;- my boobies(wish its smaller but hey!!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. THING YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;- the fats larhhh haiyahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LONGEST SHIFT YOU HAVE WORKED AT A&lt;br /&gt;JOB?:&lt;br /&gt;- 7am to midnight.. go figure but the money comes good.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;- for now, A Night At The Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. CAN YOU SING?&lt;br /&gt;- I can sing underwater can u??.. huahahahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. LAST CONCERT ATTENDED?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe teachers' day concert arhhh.. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. LAST KISS?&lt;br /&gt;- just only.. from me to me..... muacckkzzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. LAST MOVIE WATCHED:&lt;br /&gt;- Spirit of the Victim, which someone snores during the show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.THINGS YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;- keys, Ic, phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. FAVORITE vacation spot:&lt;br /&gt;- Europe. Hawaii!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER?:&lt;br /&gt;- both larhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. FAVORITE COMEDIAN?:&lt;br /&gt;- Ben Stiller, Adam Sandler, the guys from Who's line is it anyway?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU SMOKE?&lt;br /&gt;- No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. SLEEP WITH OR WITHOUT CLOTHES?&lt;br /&gt;- With..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU EVERY NIGHT?:&lt;br /&gt;- azie ku tayang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. DO LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;WORK?:&lt;br /&gt;- maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN&lt;br /&gt;PULLED OVER BY THE POLICE?&lt;br /&gt;- none..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?&lt;br /&gt;- pancakes with maple syrup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?:&lt;br /&gt;- cant live without!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?&lt;br /&gt;- sunny side up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE&lt;br /&gt;PHONE?:&lt;br /&gt;- Metal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU&lt;br /&gt;RECIEVED?:&lt;br /&gt;- from someone, mistaken identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. PICK A LYRIC, ANY LYRIC:&lt;br /&gt;- this time like last time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you like maps?&lt;br /&gt;- learnt to read....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. TELL ME A RANDOM FACT ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;- Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED AT SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;STUPID?&lt;br /&gt;- just now.. 'i can change colour' huahahahahahahaha..... ok its funny. not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. NAME OF YOUR FIRST PET/PETS?:&lt;br /&gt;- cannot remember... its tanks full of nameless fishies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-116888053465991830?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/116888053465991830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=116888053465991830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/116888053465991830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/116888053465991830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-say-i-dont-update.html' title='dont say i dont update'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-116576320225339417</id><published>2006-12-10T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:06:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yadayadya</title><content type='html'>i think i might have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has to do something with insertion. you know, such as swallowing or inserting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, medicines. what do most medicines coma as? for adults, doctors will give you pills - except for the cough drops larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PILLS - is a big problem for me. I can't swallow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTACT LENSES - this case is not entirely different. i have no problem inserting them in my eyes, but taking them out is a big BIG problem. i have problems inserting(more of touching) my fingers to PINCH my eyeballs. my bestfriend told me to pinch hard. HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COTTON BUDS - another problem. the moment i started digging? i start coughing. my mom used to call me the buds hazard when i was young. because she was the one who did the cleaning(the ears) and its dangerous when i cough cough and cough non-stop. she was afraid she might dig into the ear drums or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINGERS - actually i dont have problems with fingers (huahahahahahah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, do you like bruises? i love them. especially when you get those blue blacks, gave them a hard pinch or just a slap or get someone to put pressure on it and ooooohh... sensational!! gotta try it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-116576320225339417?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-116532772656258799</id><published>2006-12-05T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:08:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad working world</title><content type='html'>lotsa people said it. and i'm saying it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello me!! welcome to the sad world of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no holidays. no edusaves. no excursions/field trips. no SUBSIDISED oversea trips. worst of all, you cant get your parents to write you a letter to your superior when you're absent from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, work start off great. with people entertaining me with never ending nonsense. feed me with dutiful informations. stock me up with extra cash for the lotsa extra hours i put in. and not forgetting the people they fly in. work starts of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then reality strikes. i'm in the real world. people started going off, disappearing, hiding. mouths started to talk that talk that kinda talk. bosses started screaming. people back stabbing. yeah that kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, someone came in, you think his spanish head is cute and the only thing that push you on to work is him. thank god!! something to look forward to everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is not all fair, but enjoy whatever whenever you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-116532772656258799?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/116532772656258799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=116532772656258799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/116532772656258799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/116532772656258799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/12/sad-working-world.html' title='sad working world'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-116368872331968807</id><published>2006-11-16T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:52:03.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm trying to open my mail, but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;theres something in there that i wanna post about.&lt;br /&gt;but what to do, no luck.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i update something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back soon,&lt;br /&gt;if not late, later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-116368872331968807?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/116368872331968807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=116368872331968807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/116368872331968807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/116368872331968807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-trying-to-open-my-mail-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115868307324932179</id><published>2006-09-20T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:25:44.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Flashy Red Bra!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/flashy-red-bra.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Outgoing, friendly, and fascinating.You're a charmer, with your pick of the men.But you want a man who's as magnetic as you are.You need someone who can keep up with your all night gab fests!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;WhatKind of Bra 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/20938828-115868307324932179?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115868307324932179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115868307324932179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115868307324932179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115868307324932179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/09/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115824932272539534</id><published>2006-09-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:13:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shaky hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIYt8xlnk4I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIYt8xlnk4I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; dunno if this will work. i'm still such a rookie with blogs and html although i've been doing/using it for years. still getting used to it. like i said, i'm the blog dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i uploaded this because, i loooooove to watch Paul &lt;em&gt;do da&lt;/em&gt; shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shake it.. shake it.. shake it...&lt;br /&gt;shake it like Paul Twohill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115824932272539534?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115824932272539534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115824932272539534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115824932272539534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115824932272539534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/09/shaky-hills.html' title='shaky hills'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115824890012175155</id><published>2006-09-14T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:49:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored beautiful ladies</title><content type='html'>you know that two beautiful ladies are bored when they started asking each other whether its 'Three (o'clock)" via sms. Messages may sound like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beautiful: -_- and it's still not yet 3.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beautifool: [i forgot what she sent] or maybe, 'how much longer?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beautiful: 2 minutes. Maybe when you receive it'll be 3. is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beautifool: not yet. a minute left. maybe when you receive it will be three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beautiful: Yes! Yes! Its 3!!! Now 3 and a half hour more.. [and more msgs to insert here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sad hor??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and then, it continues. they continue doing that until they knock off work at 6.30. one in tuas. the other in bedok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;p/s: great minds think alike.&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/20938828-115824890012175155?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115824890012175155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115824890012175155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115824890012175155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115824890012175155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/09/bored-beautiful-ladies.html' title='bored beautiful ladies'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115807196089895098</id><published>2006-09-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:39:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bad day...&lt;br /&gt;bad dayyy.....&lt;br /&gt;garrrhhhhhhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone rescue me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm having the pre-adult crisis.&lt;br /&gt;sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115807196089895098?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115807196089895098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115807196089895098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115807196089895098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115807196089895098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/09/bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115783369847122112</id><published>2006-09-10T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T04:28:18.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk</title><content type='html'>there you go.&lt;br /&gt;here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed the template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because being the lazy me, i just use the old one i had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to make some adjustments. cannot leii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example u might see two tag boards. i want to delete one, but cannot larhhh.. how?? i am so clueless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait hor,i'll try some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't give up, siti dont give up.&lt;br /&gt;huaahahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm lappy chilling with Yosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115783369847122112?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115783369847122112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115783369847122112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115783369847122112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115783369847122112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/09/tsk.html' title='tsk'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115772401768210208</id><published>2006-09-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:00:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quitting</title><content type='html'>i've made up my mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will quit my job and become a taitai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now excuse me, i'm gonna do some work out to tone the bodies so that i can be super sexay mamamia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahahahahhahaha.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115772401768210208?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115772401768210208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115772401768210208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115772401768210208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115772401768210208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/09/quitting.html' title='quitting'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115737953666777533</id><published>2006-09-04T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:18:56.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalallalalal</title><content type='html'>now, where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;do i start on the mars watching, star gazing, stove troubling day at east coast on 26 August. or shall i jump straight to the late comers who only, fortunately manage to get a door gift of sleeping bags at somebody's company's family day on Sept 2nd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for start, i shall say that i do have fulfilling weekends which i really do enjoy. at least its what i look forward to every single week. i love this life. no more weekends of sitting at home lazing around moping that i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem with weekends is that it last too fast. its friday and before you know it, its Monday. and the cycle goes again. you wait patiently or impatiently for friday to come. and geez, i hate friday a dozen!! not the day itself but the agendas for the day. i shall not go into details. but i hate fridays at work. except when the boss is not around. huahahahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching the news now and poor thing larh Andreas Agassi(thats his name right?) crying on camera. loss his last professional tennis game to somebody.. hee~ he's retiring, its his last game and he lost. kesiankan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i need money larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my hair trimmed and treated. was supposed to go today, but my baby ganyut malas. and i become malas. then make me wonder why i can't go by myself? huahahah... dunno. maybe its like swallowing pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mentioned we shifted office? this was the fourth time in my 10 months working here. and i bet i'm the most moving person in the corporation. and i've almost been to everywhere in the corners of pioneer yard 1. except the really really site office. i wish to go there someday. might be really exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, ANTM already started. time to watch. later. maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115737953666777533?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115737953666777533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115737953666777533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115737953666777533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115737953666777533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/09/lalalallalalal.html' title='lalalallalalal'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115557177333609103</id><published>2006-08-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:09:33.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>durian tak naik lorry</title><content type='html'>my saturdays has been super busy. fully booked all week around. not that i am complaining. though my bank book is surely screaming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so much has happen that i think i'm almost grown up now. but that doesnt stop me from being silly. silly how? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, on August 12 was really superb. what i thought to be dreadful turns out to be really good. we had kenduri at my aunt's kampung in kota tinggi, johor. i thought it'll be a bore because initially, my mom says no one except the aunts will be going. turns out a whole lorry of cousins turn up. imagine the fun we had. long time no see larh... wahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part was the durian eating...it was sooo cooool. eating durian fresh from trees. i mean fresh as in it just drop from the trees. still covered with leaves. yummy!! you know. my dad call it 'durian tak naik lorry'. hahahahaha... even toddlers, Alif and Danish, both only 2, loves durian. Alif, being born and breed in kampung, ate 5 ulas all by himself. he just sat there, quietly and yum yum yum. whereas, Danish, more of the city boy, hates the smell but loves the taste. he'll force ppl to hold the durian for him and he'll take a bite, run away and come back for more. adorable i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, did i tell you that the kampung ppl in johor eats soto ayam with kacang and ikan bilis. weird i tell you. but it taste quite good. though i prefer the authentic soto ayam. and for the kenduri itself, we had nasi ambeng. i love eating nasi ambeng. syiok larh eat together in one big dulang. it was suppose to be 1 dulang six person, but since we being girls, we had 12 person to 1 dulang and we even lessen(??whats the word eh?) the rice just so that we could finish it. ahahahah.. funny i tell you. we then go around telling everyone we finish ours first, clean and clear... have to be there to feel the fun larh..... then you'll know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, did i tell you the men, just ate a lil nasi and then bungkus home the rest of the nasi and lauk?? we singaporeans was like soo jakun. my cousin even took pictures of their antics. huahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the update for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah btw, me and yush passed!!! weeeeeeeeeee~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115557177333609103?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115557177333609103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115557177333609103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115557177333609103'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above comments are prove that i dont have anything to blog about. maybe i do have actually.... but i guess its pretty mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like yeah, i went to a cousin's chalet last weekend. but who haven't been to a chalet? of course its fun. unless you're the anti social pariah. like i'm probably am in where i'm working now. maybe. i mean its not like i dont wanna make any friends. its just that grrrr... they're hard people larhh.. not that i mind anyway. and so perhaps some people thought i'm arrogant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out from kellerlin that i was arrogant in sec 1, which obviously i'm oblivious about. maybe i really am. if i'm not, why would kellerlin say that. but why wouldnt anyone told me then? perhaps i'm too arrogant to care? i dont think i remember what i really did or say or whatever then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps i dont wanna remember. secondary school is not a very good phase of my life. yes, at that moment, being a curious teenager was fun. being around your friends(they really save you) was fun. but once you step into the classroom, i think horror starts. i could get along with my classmates, but just enough for them to be classmates, or worse, just a meer acquantaince. i dont think its close enough to be called friends. i even forgot most of their names. thank god i was a bandsmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that if the bandsmen even know i exist. my platoon, section, yes i know you knew me. but for the rest of the band, i've yet to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever larh. the past i'll let it pass. time moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one cares i exist anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115392112766576182?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115307185283738301</id><published>2006-07-17T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:44:12.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh.. don't mention it. i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115307185283738301?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115307185283738301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115307185283738301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115307185283738301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115307185283738301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115263626544255925</id><published>2006-07-12T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:45:33.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*pants*&lt;br /&gt;*gasps*&lt;br /&gt;*pants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've only been on that exercise thingy for 10 minutes and i can't go on any longer...&lt;br /&gt;wonder how i will jog tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless me..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115263626544255925?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115263626544255925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115263626544255925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115263626544255925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115263626544255925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/07/pants-gasps-pants-ive-only-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115209968508163820</id><published>2006-07-05T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:41:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as requested by my bestfriend,</title><content type='html'>Five things in my frigde&lt;br /&gt;1. Sorini - a chocolate with pink wrappers. cute and really really yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;2. lempuk - a delicious durian paste(?) dunno what its called in english. nevertheless, delicious.&lt;br /&gt;3. My Marigold Chocolate Milk&lt;br /&gt;4. Red Bulls&lt;br /&gt;5. Yummy chocolate filled Dunkin Donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things in my closet&lt;br /&gt;1. Clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass years diaries&lt;br /&gt;3. my dear old pager&lt;br /&gt;4. band uniforms&lt;br /&gt;5. my treasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things in my car (And what if i don't own a car? Ok, never mind let's pretend i do. In my pretend car there will be..)&lt;br /&gt;1. Spongebob Plush&lt;br /&gt;2. a Hot Latin Guy&lt;br /&gt;3. another Hot European Guy&lt;br /&gt;4. pink leather seats with furs as the 'render'&lt;br /&gt;5. a hidden closet with clothes and shoes and all the thing a girl needs. and an inflatable dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;(and the interior of my car will be totally pink. different shades of it. and the car will be red?white? ouh whatever. anything nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things in my purse/wallet/briefcase whatever&lt;br /&gt;1. Basic necessities - notes and coins/nets/ezlink/ IC&lt;br /&gt;2. 2004 calendar&lt;br /&gt;3. Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;4. Passport sized photographs&lt;br /&gt;5. papers. all kinds of papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging&lt;br /&gt;1. don't know.&lt;br /&gt;2. theres&lt;br /&gt;3. no one&lt;br /&gt;4. to tag.&lt;br /&gt;5. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115209968508163820?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115209968508163820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115209968508163820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115209968508163820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115209968508163820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-requested-by-my-bestfriend.html' title='as requested by my bestfriend,'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115192891496403188</id><published>2006-07-03T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T20:26:17.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sensuously tagged</title><content type='html'>i'm tagged!!! for like the first time in my life. i mean as in blog tagged. i've seen it in other people's blog, but no one bothers to tag me. because i was the blog-hopper.. but now i hopped into the right &lt;em&gt;lalang(you know, the lain padang lain belalang theory?) &lt;/em&gt;k whatever. i'll try to retrieve it later coz its not easy to copy paste without the mouse. so when i'm prepared. i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever read Iris Johansen's novels?&lt;br /&gt;mysterious, thrilling, exciting and sensual.&lt;br /&gt;the author never forget to add a lil&lt;em&gt; nightlife&lt;/em&gt; in the books she wrote. even for those which settings were way back during the french revolution. and she sure make it seems that french guys are really hot in the _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i writing this? especially when lil sis might be reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm pmsing when i'm not decent innocent.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;if i could be more blunt, i would. but as i said, lil sis is watching. and i think she knows what i meant. hah! but then again, she's going away for a camp and by the time she came back, this phase will be over.... bt then again, she's way too underage. nevermind.....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, finally i'm given something else to do other than brainless effortless yet tiring and sleepy filing. finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i feel important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to give mouseless a cut and paste try. so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot that i can't right click on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll type later. if i'm not too lazy. and if i remember. and if i do, if i bother. and if i bother, if i manage to get hold of the comp. and if i did, i might ran out of idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now maybe i'll just go back to Iris Johansen.&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling i'm sorta enjoying my pms a little. hahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, where did i last stop reading?? ouhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sensuous.&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/20938828-115192891496403188?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115192891496403188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115192891496403188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115192891496403188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115192891496403188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/07/sensuously-tagged.html' title='sensuously tagged'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115133064372885951</id><published>2006-06-26T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:04:03.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna type it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do really wanna type my heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115133064372885951?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115133064372885951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115133064372885951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115133064372885951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115133064372885951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wanna_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115097595670289304</id><published>2006-06-22T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:32:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know why... but i just can't help smiling and grinning and feeling miraculously happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a good feeling though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good.............~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115097595670289304?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115097595670289304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115097595670289304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115097595670289304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115097595670289304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115021591197022247</id><published>2006-06-14T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:25:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/desktop%20jd2a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/320/desktop%20jd2a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah... thats the wall paper on my desktop at work... i thought he could prevent me from being sleepy. but it just makes me wanna sleep more... huaahahahahah ... wooohoooooo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115021591197022247?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115021591197022247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115021591197022247' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115021591197022247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115021591197022247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahahahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115021335363501894</id><published>2006-06-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:42:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rafaelle goes to work!!</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i brought Rafaelle to work. she seems extremely excited. smiling the whole way from yishun to tuas. if i didn't keep her down, she might have jumped out of my bag!! i think she does have an exciting day trip to work. and ouh... she insist on taking lotsa pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/200/Photo-0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rafaelle insist on taking pictures with my Johnny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/200/Photo-0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her favourite pic taken with KitKat on my monitor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/200/Photo-0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafaelle in our mini garden and apples.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/200/Photo-0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafaelle pretending to be a pen holder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/200/Photo-0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When its time to go home, she hid in the cupboard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/Photo-0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-115021335363501894?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/115021335363501894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=115021335363501894' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115021335363501894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/115021335363501894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/06/rafaelle-goes-to-work.html' title='Rafaelle goes to work!!'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-115000437601360510</id><published>2006-06-11T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:56:20.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found this article ( the one below in italic and in blue) some where in the webbie, some how the findings kinda freak me out. there more FEMALE in the Singapore population. is that already a sign? an unmistakable sign? i don't know. and its kinda scary don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since there's more girls than guys, will i ever get married?? hah...&lt;br /&gt;but if theres lack of guys in Singapore, there should be plenty in other parts of the world right... ie, Johnny Depp from the world of Hollywood, Ibrahimovic from Sweden, Kaka from Brasil, Raffy from Philipines, David from Norway, Keld from Denmark, Ludivic from France, Matthias from Germany, Dr Love from KL and many many others... ouuhh lallalalalala... there's plenty of man around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, its time to oogle at guys with nice tushies running around the pitch chasing round balls( as my bestie quote).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm living the life i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, have you ever notice that guys with tatoos are ohhh so hott!!! well Yushie did and so did i. but it only apply to certain people. Malays not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;People Singapore Top of Page&lt;br /&gt;Population:&lt;br /&gt;4,492,150 (July 2006 est.)&lt;br /&gt;Age structure:&lt;br /&gt;0-14 years: 15.6% (male 362,329/female 337,964)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;15-64 years: 76.1% (male 1,666,709/female 1,750,736)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;65 years and over: 8.3% (male 165,823/female 208,589) (2006 est.) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Median age:&lt;br /&gt;total: 37.3 years&lt;br /&gt;male: 36.9 years&lt;br /&gt;female: 37.6 years (2006 est.)&lt;br /&gt;Population growth rate:&lt;br /&gt;1.42% (2006 est.)&lt;br /&gt;Birth rate:&lt;br /&gt;9.34 births/1,000 population (2006 est.)&lt;br /&gt;Death rate:&lt;br /&gt;4.28 deaths/1,000 population (2006 est.)&lt;br /&gt;Net migration rate:&lt;br /&gt;9.12 migrant(s)/1,000 population (2006 est.)&lt;br /&gt;Sex ratio:&lt;br /&gt;at birth: 1.08 male(s)/female&lt;br /&gt;under 15 years: 1.07 male(s)/female&lt;br /&gt;15-64 years: 0.95 male(s)/female&lt;br /&gt;65 years and over: 0.8 male(s)/female&lt;br /&gt;total population: 0.96 male(s)/female (2006 est.)&lt;br /&gt;Infant mortality rate:&lt;br /&gt;total: 2.29 deaths/1,000 live births&lt;br /&gt;male: 2.5 deaths/1,000 live births&lt;br /&gt;female: 2.07 deaths/1,000 live births (2006 est.)&lt;br /&gt;Life expectancy at birth:&lt;br /&gt;total population: 81.71 years&lt;br /&gt;male: 79.13 years&lt;br /&gt;female: 84.49 years (2006 est.)&lt;br /&gt;Total fertility rate:&lt;br /&gt;1.06 children born/woman (2006 est.)&lt;br /&gt;HIV/AIDS - adult prevalence rate:&lt;br /&gt;0.2% (2003 est.)&lt;br /&gt;HIV/AIDS - people living with HIV/AIDS:&lt;br /&gt;4,100 (2003 est.)&lt;br /&gt;HIV/AIDS - deaths:&lt;br /&gt;less than 200 (2003 est.)&lt;br /&gt;Nationality:&lt;br /&gt;noun: Singaporean(s)&lt;br /&gt;adjective: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic groups:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 76.8%, Malay 13.9%, Indian 7.9%, other 1.4% (2000 census)&lt;br /&gt;Religions:&lt;br /&gt;Buddhist 42.5%, Muslim 14.9%, Taoist 8.5%, Hindu 4%, Catholic 4.8%, other Christian 9.8%, other 0.7%, none 14.8% (2000 census)&lt;br /&gt;Languages:&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin 35%, English 23%, Malay 14.1%, Hokkien 11.4%, Cantonese 5.7%, Teochew 4.9%, Tamil 3.2%, other Chinese dialects 1.8%, other 0.9% (2000 census)&lt;br /&gt;Literacy:&lt;br /&gt;definition: age 15 and over can read and write&lt;br /&gt;total population: 92.5%&lt;br /&gt;male: 96.6%&lt;br /&gt;female: 88.6% (2002&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/20938828-115000437601360510?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114986034923763673</id><published>2006-06-09T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:39:09.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you know???&lt;br /&gt;its JOHNNY DEPPS' birthday today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's 43!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and getting hotter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, can't wait to meet my babes tmrw. we will rock the bucks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114986034923763673?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114943084746835063</id><published>2006-06-04T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:20:47.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somebody help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna include a deadly gorgeous Johnny Depp pic somewhere in the blog and i hardly know how....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis got a blog!! check it out!! its cool!! muackkzz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114943084746835063?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114943084746835063/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>$$$$</title><content type='html'>next time, if you wanna borrow money from me, STOP PRESURISING ME!!! you're the one who wanna get some money from me, yet, you acted as if i OWE you.  what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't blame me when i didnt get you any money coz i don't think its worth the humiliation you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so get some from your 'rich' man or your good over the top friends. why come to me in the first place? you know and you said yourself that my salary is pathetic. f**k you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114899097158505609?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114899097158505609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;thinking of something to blog.&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant think of anything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except ouh well, i think i'm gonna buy a handphone soon.&lt;br /&gt;i made a lil bit of homework and was really attracted to some pretty phones and, i was down to three models to choose from, which, the price are almost the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nokia.com.sg/nokia/0,,76802,00.html"&gt;Nokia 6280&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://nokia.com.sg/nokia/0,,83516,00.html"&gt;Nokia 7370&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://nokia.com.sg/nokia/0,,76703,00.html"&gt;Nokia 6111&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;click to see models&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nokia.com.sg/nokia/0,,84986,00.html?model=7370,6280,6111&amp;amp;status=complete"&gt;Here's the comparison analysis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;click to see analysis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh and bingo!! i think i've made my choice. I'm gonna go for Nokia 6280 because its better although less classier, hey it can slot a MMC card which is expandable and can make video conferencing. Cool or what??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYe, i know this isnt the time to do an anaylsis other than my exam notes. but i cant help it. i badly want a new phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114657193930085911?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114657193930085911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114657193930085911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114657193930085911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114657193930085911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i'll continue later when i stop laughing. i'm shaking so hard i can hardly type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114588597465425465?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114588597465425465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114588597465425465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114588597465425465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114588597465425465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-everyone_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114588595612965938</id><published>2006-04-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:39:16.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok everyone. on cue, laugh. ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...2.....3.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whuahahahahahhauahahhauahahah..........&lt;br /&gt;huahahahahahahahhahah...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason?? the maintenance guy at work, who came over to take a look at our dripping aircon look at me and asked "Are you Portugese?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i burst out laughing. and so did my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i'll continue later when i stop laughing. i'm shaking so hard i can hardly type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114588595612965938?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114588595612965938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114588595612965938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114588595612965938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114588595612965938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114578615007209097</id><published>2006-04-23T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:55:50.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thank my favourite ladies for a lovely evening on Saturday. it was sooooooo gooood to see you girls again. and of course, the lovely Swarovski chain adds to the excitement. i'll send ya photos when i see you online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have something to type. to rant. to chat about. but since i believe in karma, and the sayings 'if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing', i'm not gonna say anything. i think its better for everyone. and i dont wanna create any more sins that i've already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish he'd pick up the phone last morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114578615007209097?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114578615007209097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114578615007209097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114578615007209097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114578615007209097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-thank-my-favourite-ladies-for-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114442798937138345</id><published>2006-04-08T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:39:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever cycle from shipyard to shipyard???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funnnnnnnnnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like cycling at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky so blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course you'll have to ignore the big jumbo lorries whizzing by, the tall chimneys and big cranes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its beautiful. if you ignore what you're suppose to ignore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114442798937138345?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114442798937138345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114442798937138345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114442798937138345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114442798937138345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/04/ever-cycle-from-shipyard-to-shipyard.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114364713787970420</id><published>2006-03-29T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:48:39.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craps</title><content type='html'>i've been feeling very crappy for the last few days. ever since few lucky people got their way to kuala lumpur. i dont mean to be the wet blanket or make them the guilty party but i am truly pissed of being left out. sorta. but they're back anyways. so i should stop feeling crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because of the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're moving office real soon. back to the former place. its convenient and i dont have to walk past hundreds of 'workers' each day and being stared at. i just like my privacy at the container. its so ours. its almost like a home. we have everything in there except for the toilet. which, is really a big issue. and knowing that my big brothers might not be moving in with us isn't helping me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then theres the medical check up tmrw. i am really d r e a d i ng it. i hate check ups and whatever it is that involves doctors(as in the profession and not the people). the whole environment creeps me. i hate doctors checking on me. hey, they're touching me all over and i have to pay them for it. is that fair? and behold!! i dont even ask to be checked. sheesh. i really am dreading for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats another reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm... i almost got my contract renew. still awaiting results from my check up. and hey!! another reason to be crappy. there isnt much rise in my salary. crap-ness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again. tmrw might be another new day. and the dinner on friday!! i cant wait. i hope he didnt pull out last minute. really looking forward in spending time together(exclusive to that special someone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found another reason to be crappy - tepuk seblah tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be easier if i fall into fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;or back to reality and forget the whole idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantasy sounds easier though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see..........&lt;br /&gt;while i sing.&lt;br /&gt;about my dream.&lt;br /&gt;of you.&lt;br /&gt;and of me.&lt;br /&gt;kissing.&lt;br /&gt;under the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;by the mango tree.&lt;br /&gt;you looked at me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and purse that charming smile.&lt;br /&gt;and then my blood starts to rush,&lt;br /&gt;i blushed!!&lt;br /&gt;you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i giggle.&lt;br /&gt;you snuggled beside me&lt;br /&gt;and we end up in a cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;singing lullabies.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want the moment to end.&lt;br /&gt;but alas!&lt;br /&gt;you have to go.&lt;br /&gt;'dont let go' i plead.&lt;br /&gt;'i have to darling. i have to pee'&lt;br /&gt;and *poof* he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;off to the field beyond.&lt;br /&gt;time fly past.&lt;br /&gt;he's gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;i waited and waited.&lt;br /&gt;yet he's not back.&lt;br /&gt;i started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;he's nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;i broke down.&lt;br /&gt;heart fell into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;this is just a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114364713787970420?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114364713787970420/comments/default' 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Song playing at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Glory of Love by Peter Cetera.... yeah feeling kinda soppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One reason for living?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wonderful people = wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do u think you're ok?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; health wise, yeash.. physically, nope. mentally, almost there. emotionally, a breakdown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever donated blood?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yeahh... years ago until they said my haemogoblin count is low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fave color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; black, blue, green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Accessories you usually wear?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One song you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Take On Me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last place you went to?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ABC PrimeSupermarket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person u went out with?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last sport you played?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ever had a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; havent grab the chance yet.... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last movie uve seen?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The Dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Any piercings or tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; just ear piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.The most romantic gift?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; awwwwwweeeee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Act on stage before?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yeah... before my self esteem went down to zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Struck by lightning before?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; thank god. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Danced with your loved one before?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yeahhh.... i love dancing with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ever wished you could turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yeahh... i wanna be a toys'r'us kid again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What would you do if you woke up one day to&lt;br /&gt;find yourself to be the same person but the&lt;br /&gt;opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; practise peeing?? huahahahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. One song that's meaningful to you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Aisha/Aisyah/Aicha..... huahahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last person you met for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i dont know his name. but he's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will you be doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; work and then to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ever thought of robbing a bank?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; lotsa time. but nearest i got to was my piggy bank....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. One thing you totally regret doing/done?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; for not grabbing the chances........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do people like you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; perhaps. perhaps not. they're people. what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the last game you played on the&lt;br /&gt;computer?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Solitaire all the way till 1st siren. loser~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Someone who means a lot to you at the&lt;br /&gt;moment?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; A.I.S.H.A which is &lt;br /&gt;Ahmad &lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;Siti &lt;br /&gt;Halijah and &lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Faris/Azie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The color of your mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you hate someone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i hate that idiota who thinks i'm so desperate for his love. wtf!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you dreaming about anything?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i dreamt of getting a really high paying job!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114347690702724531?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114347690702724531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114347690702724531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114347690702724531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114347690702724531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114338840073372154</id><published>2006-03-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:56:42.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheesh</title><content type='html'>funny.....&lt;br /&gt;a colleague came up to me and said "i dont understand why. you're not the prettiest girl in the shipyard. but lotsa guys are crazy about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to laugh dryly. i mean come on. me?? hah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he continued, "maybe its your sex appeal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like what?!!? what does he meant by that? my sex appeal?? sheesh... i think i know where this is going. they like me not because of me. but of my boobs.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more sighs to my already lotsa it, i found out that most of the men are married. wtf!! what am i? married man attracter?? sheeeeshhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll have to resign. sheesh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sayang is there you know!&lt;br /&gt;hahakz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish this is all a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114338840073372154?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114338840073372154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114338840073372154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114338840073372154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114338840073372154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/03/sheesh.html' title='sheesh'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114295790741778537</id><published>2006-03-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:21:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's Amazing How I Feel &lt;br /&gt;When I'm Around You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how I feel when I'm around you,&lt;br /&gt;How my heart pounds when you come into a room.&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and think: My God! How lovely!&lt;br /&gt;And everything I am bursts into bloom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though you must, you must be mine,&lt;br /&gt;Not as a possession but a goal,&lt;br /&gt;Something almost unimaginable:&lt;br /&gt;The free devotion of another soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though I were about to enter heaven&lt;br /&gt;Or just within the hour condemned to die,&lt;br /&gt;My mind with one fierce thought keeps running over,&lt;br /&gt;With you, and only you, the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: its not by me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114295790741778537?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114295790741778537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>sigggghhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was flipping the old albums and i kinda miss the old times..&lt;br /&gt;every single bit of it. even the agonies that made me stronger. hakz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all, i miss her company.&lt;br /&gt;she used to be so close. almost like a sister.&lt;br /&gt;but look what happen now. just because of a simple misunderstanding. now the whole family(and i mean the whole of my maternal grandfather's descendants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think of it, was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the things that you do?&lt;br /&gt;you threw your family away.&lt;br /&gt;just like that?&lt;br /&gt;what about the happy moments?&lt;br /&gt;the fun times?&lt;br /&gt;the happy endings?&lt;br /&gt;the crazy outings?&lt;br /&gt;sleepless sleep over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you dont need us now.&lt;br /&gt;since you're older.&lt;br /&gt;and especially now that you know your way around.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact you had a guy beside you.&lt;br /&gt;(although we all wonder how long it'll last)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the least you could give us is respect&lt;br /&gt;if not to your cousins,&lt;br /&gt;to your aunts and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;whats the harm?&lt;br /&gt;they did nothing wrong to you.&lt;br /&gt;we may not be blood.&lt;br /&gt;but you've always been one of us.&lt;br /&gt;untill recently&lt;br /&gt;when you bailed out.&lt;br /&gt;you selfish little bastard.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care how you feel now.&lt;br /&gt;we treated you good.&lt;br /&gt;we feel sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;we invite you over so that you wont be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;we compromise with you parents to let you stay.&lt;br /&gt;is this what we get in return?&lt;br /&gt;you throw us away.&lt;br /&gt;haven't you got any sense?&lt;br /&gt;you might be young.&lt;br /&gt;but i know you're not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;God gave you brains to think.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i blame your parents.&lt;br /&gt;for not pulling you back to us&lt;br /&gt;but who am i to judge?&lt;br /&gt;they felt the same way like you do.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am thinking you're too young to think straight.&lt;br /&gt;and they prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and oh!!&lt;br /&gt;what happen to forgiveness during Syawal.&lt;br /&gt;i forgave you.&lt;br /&gt;but i will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;the way you treat us.&lt;br /&gt;the way you treat my PARENTS, my brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;and many other days.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;whats got into you?&lt;br /&gt;will your friends really help you in the future?&lt;br /&gt;will they even stay that long?&lt;br /&gt;do you even have the future with them?&lt;br /&gt;you're only 14 and you're hanging so tight to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you had a bird's eyes view of the future.&lt;br /&gt;and then you'll realise.&lt;br /&gt;life isn't like the horses in kranji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'll read this.&lt;br /&gt;and be family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we miss you though.&lt;br /&gt;even all that you made us go through.&lt;br /&gt;we're ready to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;only if you will.&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114279276984215765?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114279276984215765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114279276984215765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114279276984215765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114279276984215765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigggghhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114260873076463332</id><published>2006-03-17T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:18:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dreaming of You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night when all the world is sleeping &lt;br /&gt;I stay up and think of you &lt;br /&gt;And I wish on a star that somewhere you are &lt;br /&gt;Thinking of me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight &lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be &lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room dreaming about you and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if you ever see me &lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know I'm there &lt;br /&gt;If you looked in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Would you see what's inside &lt;br /&gt;Would you even care? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close &lt;br /&gt;But so far all I have are dreams of you &lt;br /&gt;So I wait for the day &lt;br /&gt;And the courage to say how much I love you &lt;br /&gt;Yes I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreaming of you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight &lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be &lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room dreaming about you and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corazón &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop dreaming of you &lt;br /&gt;No puedo dejar de pensar en ti &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop dreaming &lt;br /&gt;Cómo te necesito &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop dreaming of you &lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, cómo te extraño &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night when all the world is sleeping &lt;br /&gt;I stay up and think of you &lt;br /&gt;And I still can't believe &lt;br /&gt;That you came up to me and said "I love you" &lt;br /&gt;I love you too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dreaming with you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow and for all of my life &lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be &lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room dreaming with you endlessly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight &lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be &lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room &lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreaming of you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Endlessly &lt;br /&gt;And I'll be holding you tight &lt;br /&gt;Dreaming...with you...tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114260873076463332?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114216482406608570</id><published>2006-03-12T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:00:24.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spontaneous</title><content type='html'>spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it cool? we spontaneously decide that we will stay over at lin's place. call our mom and surprise surprise. they're cool and spontaneous too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll write in more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is on telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114216482406608570?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114216482406608570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114216482406608570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114216482406608570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114216482406608570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/03/spontaneous.html' title='spontaneous'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114109781680250525</id><published>2006-02-28T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:40:31.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the matter with me?</title><content type='html'>"You Make Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh when I want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;Make me live when I want to die,&lt;br /&gt;Make me smile when I want to frown,&lt;br /&gt;You turn my life upside down.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me when no one else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You're my now, my is, my was.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name I begin to blush,&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid people notice I need you so much.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you time flies by fast.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the present is the past.&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than you can believe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Love&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Like&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Lust&lt;/s&gt; Like you more than you can conceive.&lt;br /&gt;Think about you every night and day&lt;br /&gt;And hope my life can stay this way&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to be any other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;can't believe myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114109781680250525?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114109781680250525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114109781680250525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114109781680250525'/><link rel='self' 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style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a Toyota FJ Cruiser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/fj-cruiser.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true adventurer, you're always up for trying the latest new thing.&lt;br /&gt;And you need a car that will take you anywhere, because there are no roads where you're going!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What 2007 Car Should You Drive?&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/20938828-114083483374525960?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114083416736028341</id><published>2006-02-25T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:22:47.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Element??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/metal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you inspire and respect your partner.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about fusing together for one incredible life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with wit and a bit of flash.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style is defined by making others want and value you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatness and optimism are the cornerstones of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;You may let go too easily, but you never get weighed down by your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Metal element: will control and smother each other&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Element Is Your Love?&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/20938828-114083416736028341?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114083416736028341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114083416736028341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114083416736028341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114083416736028341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-element.html' title='Love Element??'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114082747774720682</id><published>2006-02-25T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:34:44.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry girls</title><content type='html'>friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we have been planning our own indepentdent trip ever since we knew each other. and now, that we finally have the ability to carry out what we planned, i told you i cant make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do want to make the trip with you girls. but situations nor conditions does not permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i just cant afford the trip right now. i only have a lil more than two hundred dollars in my bank and i still have yet to pay my exam fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i just couldnt take a week leave of work when i'm gonna finish my contract. thats not going have a good impression reflected on me. what will people say? that since my contract is finishing, i can just abandoned my project especially when its at its most crucial period? i dont mean to say that you're less important than my work, but this is my responsibility and i'm at the peak of my career and i dont want the managers to change their mind about bringing me to another project hence saving me the agony of searching for employment. furthermore, i like working here(yes, even with the hectic workload) and i definitely am not ready to go off in another new environment and start from scratch, even though it'll do me good with experience. i'll tackle things, one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i hope you will not have forgotten that i have night classes. i've missed too many of them and really, i just cant miss anymore. exams is coming up and i have to ace it. i really have to. i dont wanna disappoint myself and especially my parents ever again. i cant repeat the same mistakes i did a few years ago. this is my chance to prove my worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean to sound so petty. i just hope that you will understand. i cant make it this time. maybe next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont forget to have fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114082747774720682?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114082747774720682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114082747774720682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114082747774720682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114082747774720682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry-girls.html' title='sorry girls'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-114018858599948078</id><published>2006-02-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:03:06.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's something i havent been doing for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Jobs I've Had&lt;br /&gt;1) housekeeper&lt;br /&gt;2) papercutter&lt;br /&gt;3) candle maker&lt;br /&gt;4) laundry girl&lt;br /&gt;5) document controller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Movies I Can Watch Over And Over&lt;br /&gt;1) white chicks&lt;br /&gt;2) american pie&lt;br /&gt;3) tears of the sun&lt;br /&gt;4) bujang lapok&lt;br /&gt;5) pirates of the carribean (johnny depp!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Places I Have Lived&lt;br /&gt;1) ang mo kio&lt;br /&gt;2) yishun&lt;br /&gt;3) yishun&lt;br /&gt;4) in a tent by the beach&lt;br /&gt;5) shipyard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Television Shows I Loved To Watch&lt;br /&gt;1) Whose line is it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;2) Friends and all the other sitcoms there is&lt;br /&gt;3) Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;4) CSI&lt;br /&gt;5) America's Next Top SuperModel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres 'Dia'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Places I Have Been On Vacation&lt;br /&gt;1) KL&lt;br /&gt;2) Thailand (its a field trip actually)&lt;br /&gt;3) Terengganu&lt;br /&gt;4) Kelantan&lt;br /&gt;5) Melaka/Johor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realise that i've never been anyway further than thailand. how sad!! as for melaka and johor, i've never considered them as vacation. just there so i can fill up just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Of My Favourite Dishes&lt;br /&gt;1) tempeh!! masak ape pon bleh bedal&lt;br /&gt;2) Mash Potatoes &lt;br /&gt;3) fish fish fish. any dish with fish except lauk kicap ikan.&lt;br /&gt;4) sambal belacan kangkung&lt;br /&gt;5) did i say fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Websites I Visit Daily&lt;br /&gt;1) hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;2) yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;3) asia1.com&lt;br /&gt;4) babyblues.com&lt;br /&gt;5) ebaumsworld.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Places I Would Rather Be Right Now&lt;br /&gt;1) sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;2) vacation to somewhere exotic, with lots of cash in hand.&lt;br /&gt;3) vacation to somewhere with someone&lt;br /&gt;4) vacation to nowhere with my beautiful ladies.&lt;br /&gt;5) willy wonka's chocolate factory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-114018858599948078?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/114018858599948078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=114018858599948078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114018858599948078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/114018858599948078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/02/heres-something-i-havent-been-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-113898177155981591</id><published>2006-02-03T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:04:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant think of a title</title><content type='html'>i hate it when i simply cant go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where all my favourite ladies are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it always have to be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had the most boring and not forgetting loneliest day of my life. i was couped all alone(someone is either sick, back to homeland or somewhere out there) in the container almost with nothing to do except finishing some endexing(as the ex boss called it) for our favourite kuya. and that was in fact the simplest job i've ever did. yeah sure my fav person did came in for a while. i got crazy for a while(geez) - as usual. but after some chits and chats, sadly, he had to go. usual business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, i basically have nothing to do. (except answering maniam's(not his real name)irritating question abt my indian ex-classmate. i dont know why but he finds it soo funny that our mr tamilstan was there in the class photo). so what i did to pass the time was cleaning and dusting everyone's computer.(this amuses maniam too) and the guys' computers are terribly disgusting. how do they even work? ok, they weren't on the computer most of the time. piru, cant they just keep it clean? wahlauuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day pass by s l o w. v e r y s l o w. but i was tired. maybe too lil work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could get the t-shirts today. and i really hope they got the fittings right for me. the say the cutting was small. so i ordered bigger than what i usually did. and if they got it wrong, which i have a feeling they will, i'm gonna scream.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, finally i had time to play with the puppies. i wear gloves. very cute puppies. poor boy, poor girl. someone left them in the lift. luckily our chief was there to rescue them. now, they're our proud mascots. well, to us who knew anyway. Jegasan took very good care of them. even made a space behind for them to stay. have to fenced them up since we do not want them wandering around and ends up eaten or bitten by the other vicious dogs roaming around the yard. we even get to name them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are the doggies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/IMG_5780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/320/IMG_5780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/1600/IMG_5777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1800/2112/320/IMG_5777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, did i mentioned samba??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-113898177155981591?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/113898177155981591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=113898177155981591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/113898177155981591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/113898177155981591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='i cant think of a title'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-113885985757309069</id><published>2006-02-02T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:03:19.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss</title><content type='html'>and so, for the first time in my working months, i dont really have anything to do. i'm actually just sitting here infront of my pc doing nothing but nothing. its weird. i guess i need the break. and the break came by just nice.&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing someone.&lt;br /&gt;infact, i'm missing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS&lt;br /&gt;= my favourite girlfriends. We should hang out more often.&lt;br /&gt;= the TA guys, though they couldnt stop teasing me and Benjie.&lt;br /&gt;= BFLs guys. i dont mind them constantly disturbing my work because they need me to do something for them.&lt;br /&gt;= the Uctrl guys. yes even him, even after what he did.&lt;br /&gt;= K&amp;M. i miss K's birdstory(real birds). and i miss M's honey-ing me.&lt;br /&gt;= being 'assaulted' by DCa.&lt;br /&gt;= (kinda) TLtMastG. when he's around, the guys went berserk.&lt;br /&gt;= going out with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;= calling my brother 'adik'.&lt;br /&gt;= sleeping in the same room with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;= playing at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;= getting tanned at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;= getting stuffs with daddy's money.(heeheheheheh)&lt;br /&gt;= marching on muddy field.&lt;br /&gt;= the old 'rowdy' atmosphere at my present office.&lt;br /&gt;= izros calling to ask if i'm gonna go to the main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;life just have to get better....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-113885985757309069?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/113885985757309069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=113885985757309069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/113885985757309069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/113885985757309069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-miss.html' title='I Miss'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-113864525896026772</id><published>2006-01-31T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:30:30.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being in the 20s isnt any easier than being a mindless teenager.&lt;br /&gt;i'd stick being a teenager anytime.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind that i dont have my own money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind that i cant stay up very late.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind that i have to go home quite early.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind that i have homeworks to do.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind that i have SW to run.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind that i have to face class presentations.&lt;br /&gt;i certainly dont mind going to lectures.&lt;br /&gt;or classes or recess(heehee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the fun i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still am not feeling very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is turning turvy.&lt;br /&gt;i aint going to stop coughing.&lt;br /&gt;body aching anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;its a good thing i'm not working tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;negative side, I'M SICK DURING THE HOLIDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is really unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my bad.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt consume proper food.&lt;br /&gt;didnt rest properly.&lt;br /&gt;and i got heart sick.&lt;br /&gt;over someone.&lt;br /&gt;who seemed so close.&lt;br /&gt;yet so far away.&lt;br /&gt;if i only could hold him close.&lt;br /&gt;only if he knew.&lt;br /&gt;and only if he agrees.&lt;br /&gt;that we're meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. how heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish for him to know.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be awkward wouldnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-113864525896026772?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/113864525896026772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=113864525896026772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/113864525896026772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/113864525896026772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/01/being-in-20s-isnt-any-easier-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-113750995510010621</id><published>2006-01-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:04:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down size me, please</title><content type='html'>if one day, i were to walk around the boulevard and suddenly someone came up to me and exclaims, "CONGRATULATIONS!! YOU'RE CHOSEN TO BE THE NEXT PARTICIPANT OF EXTREME MAKEOVER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just lets say that its not &lt;em&gt;berdosa&lt;/em&gt; provided you only change &lt;strong&gt;three &lt;/strong&gt;parts of your body. nothing more. just three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which part of your body will you change? you are not allowed to say that you're happy with the way you are. i know we have to be thankful to what we have because we all know that someone out there will have it alot worse than us. then again, we're human being after all. just this fantasy. what will you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, i had it all thought. actually, i dont have to think much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding for the best candidate for the third position is really difficult. the nose and the feet really came in close. i still have yet to decide. why you ask? i have this extremely huge feet that its really hard for me to buy prim and proper and really beautiful ladies shoes. *gasp&amp;sigh......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second will be my stomach. wahlau!! i dont like. liposuction is the only answer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 on my list, and really, if i had the oppurtunity to do something about it, i will. is my breast. no no... dont get me wrong. i'm not a typical woman wanting bigger breast. i'm a damsel in distress really wanting a smaller breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really larh. a breast too big is a liability. you cant get cheap pretty-to-die-for bra. you cant really run without earthquakes. you cant wear sexy camisoles without being too sexy. you cant wear a corset. you just cant wear anything larh. and when you buy shirts, everything would be perfect - except for the chest. now, can you feel my pain? i dont think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feel my pain, you have to be me. imagine walking down the street to have a guy ogling at you. correction, not you. but  at that pair of mountains that has been sitting on your chest. call me skeptical. what else is there to look at? except my very endowed breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on lah. dont expect me to believe you when you said that he's actually looking at me - as in ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fat(whats the lipo for then). no one care to look at the people like me.&lt;br /&gt;fat girl with pretty face (you know like sarah rue and queen latifah) still nice to look at? come on... have you ever seen my face?? thats the nose job for(partly)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you might call it insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call it depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-113750995510010621?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/113750995510010621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=113750995510010621' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/113750995510010621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/113750995510010621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/01/down-size-me-please.html' title='down size me, please'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20938828.post-113717032591044452</id><published>2006-01-14T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:38:45.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come and go</title><content type='html'>suddenly, it struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when you're getting to know them so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its  sad. i almost cried when fred said that he'll be leaving on sunday. and he might not come to see us again tomorrow. and then wagner, mauricio, natanael and leo will follow his footsteps. they will all take off on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i started working in october, i've witnessed too many farewells. i welcome them with open arms and now i open my arms for final hugs. perhaps we will  meet again in august, if &lt;strong&gt;they &lt;/strong&gt;allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, it was my ex-boss. he left after finishing his contract.&lt;br /&gt;and then we said our goodbyes to david.&lt;br /&gt;fred was next (he went off and is back again for now).&lt;br /&gt;then there was keld and matthias.&lt;br /&gt;and hiran too.&lt;br /&gt;and the rest will follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is one of the lessons where you learnt only when you have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to see your friends go, one by one. till you're left all alone in a stony bony container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20938828-113717032591044452?l=twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/feeds/113717032591044452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20938828&amp;postID=113717032591044452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/113717032591044452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20938828/posts/default/113717032591044452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twenteen-sumtink.blogspot.com/2006/01/come-and-go.html' title='come and go'/><author><name>Miss Evol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DWanJgPlIOk/SKMEPMzNLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VcqPEM8BgA4/s1600-R/DSC00077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
