<?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-7140759</id><updated>2011-04-27T00:00:57.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaDee*HeRe_</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>362</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115877395879758995</id><published>2006-09-21T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:39:18.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WELL, I'VE MOVED. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU'RE INTERESTED, THEN COME AND ASK FROM ME PERSONALLY OKAY. IF I LIKE YOU, I'LL GIVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115877395879758995?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115877395879758995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115877395879758995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115877395879758995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115877395879758995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye.html' title='GOODBYE;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115876463582241328</id><published>2006-09-20T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:03:55.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not my day;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting much easier for you -- now that you have proven yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Detail&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who used to be skeptical about your choices are cheering you on and singing your praises (to some very powerful people). You shouldn't be confused as to why -- you need only look to your recent accomplishments to understand this change in tone. Things are getting easier for you now that you've cleared a little path for your future and proven yourself. The planning you've been involved with is starting to pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt crushed when I find out that I screwed up some things today. ): Anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH HAIRUL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..maafkanlah diriku, sepenuh hatimu..&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/7140759-115876463582241328?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115876463582241328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115876463582241328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115876463582241328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115876463582241328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-my-day.html' title='not my day;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115867340296066248</id><published>2006-09-19T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:43:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged;</title><content type='html'>1) single, taken or crushing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single but crushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah, day by day I'm getting happier. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) when you meet the right person, do you fall in love with her fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES, irritating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) you had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) do you believe there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm, let me think about it first can. HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) would you take someone back if he/she cheats on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheeshness, TELL ME ABOUT IT MAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) have you talk bout marriage with another person before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodness, WE HAD EVEN SETTLED ON THE DOWRY AND THE CHILDREN NAMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not really? HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) how many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At most 2, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) would you consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not really, quite troublesome eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) if someone like you right now,what do you think is the best way to let you know his/her feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes him/her freaking high. they'll always give you a honest answer. been there, done that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) do you enjoy getting into relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) be honest,what is the furthest you and your ex did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jump from the rooftop TOGETHER. Eh wait, if not I'll be dead already eh? Ok NEXT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't actually but DAMN karma man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have no idea, ask whoever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) do you believe you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)if you could married somewhere, where will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROMM itself, simple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) do you easily give in when you are fighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't think so. Depending on with who, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES, DEFINITELY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) have you ever wished you could have/had someone but you messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup, it sucks la. I'm ALWAYS MESSED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) have you ever broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definitely kan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) if one day your best friend fell in love with the boy/girl who you deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fight for it! HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) are you missing someone now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh-huh, see you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be done by another FIVE dearies so here are my Lucky Fives :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayn&lt;br /&gt;Tatia&lt;br /&gt;Izie&lt;br /&gt;Sharmain&lt;br /&gt;Lyssa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115867340296066248?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115867340296066248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115867340296066248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115867340296066248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115867340296066248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagged.html' title='tagged;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115866248658103975</id><published>2006-09-19T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:44:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outdated;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/IMG_0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/IMG_0514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colleagues I usually hang out with. (plus one, hiding behind me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/DSC00945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toilet scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/IMG_0509%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/IMG_0509%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the pretty pretty pictures. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/IMG_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/IMG_0504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sharmain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/IMG_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/IMG_0519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are pictures from 16th/17th. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a nap first before going out again. Damn damn tired la &lt;em&gt;cannnnn&lt;/em&gt;. At this state of mine, &lt;strong&gt;whatever&lt;/strong&gt; you guys do just pisses me off. And please, I have to look good for tonight also okay. (: You made me hooked up listening to this song (refers to blog's song). Okay dah, penat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;..i'm not missing you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115866248658103975?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115866248658103975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115866248658103975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115866248658103975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115866248658103975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/outdated.html' title='outdated;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115847179425075760</id><published>2006-09-17T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:43:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ever.wonderful people;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00933.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/DSC00933.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just uberly love them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/DSC00928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, this girl is REALLY sweet with the new-do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/DSC00943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through ups and downs, I still do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/DSC00931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever-best-so-cute bunny of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00925.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/DSC00925.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my part-time bf, nyah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/DSC00924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart-throb I met 34 months ago. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; So I heard that I never take any pictures with Mel and Dee! Bah. Next time okay bila aku order Murtabak Daging lagi! But seriously, I &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; do prefer Beef Murtabak than Chicken &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with bones)&lt;/span&gt; Murtabak. Sheesh. Oh oh, dinner was at Zam Zam. I &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; had fun with the lovelies, like seriously. Haha. Town after, met up with Sharmain and Farzea and took bus to Clarke Quay. MOS pictures soon after Sharmain passed me the pictures. (: Pretty, pretty pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;VERY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C-O-L-D&lt;/strong&gt;. But then, after the rest came.. Fuh! The heat was on! And I started to perspire and got squashed at the dancefloor, sheesh! And I had fun. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th September, seriously a memorable night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's all &lt;u&gt;because&lt;/u&gt; of the ever-wonderful people I have in my life. Awww, I love you all. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NUR IZYAN &amp;amp; IMMELIA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;..first-sighted love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115847179425075760?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115847179425075760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115847179425075760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115847179425075760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115847179425075760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/everwonderful-people.html' title='the ever.wonderful people;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115839481530690374</id><published>2006-09-16T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:20:15.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm interesting;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel inspired to do something that raises a few eyebrows today -- be daring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Detail&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel inspired to do something that raises a few eyebrows today ... this is a sign that you're ready to embrace your inner maverick. Breaking the rules is not always a bad thing -- especially if the rules limit your creativity or upward mobility. &lt;strong&gt;Inspiration may come in the form of a new person arriving on the scene or an old adversary leaving the scene&lt;/strong&gt;. Personnel shakeups -- in both your business and personal life -- have a way of making you rethink your role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;SO I HEARD. Hahas. Dinner later with the lovelies and clubbing after with the colleagues. ISH! I've still yet to know my results eh. Bah! So I heard that I updated today, sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115839481530690374?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115839481530690374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115839481530690374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115839481530690374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115839481530690374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm-interesting.html' title='hmm interesting;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115829203097137208</id><published>2006-09-15T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:47:10.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not on hiatus;</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gonna be on hiatus. But &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; gonna be away for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me people. Eh wait, nobody &lt;strong&gt;misses&lt;/strong&gt; me. Nyeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..give it up to me..&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/7140759-115829203097137208?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115829203097137208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115829203097137208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115829203097137208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115829203097137208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-on-hiatus.html' title='not on hiatus;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115825152422838337</id><published>2006-09-14T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:32:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been awhile;</title><content type='html'>So I heard that 3 times in 2 weeks the colleagues have been going to Balcony. Haha, can't deny that it has always been a fun night/morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite sleeping at 7am, I still wake up early to cook some pasta for the boy. (: Train down to Cityhall and supposed to meet him first at Starbucks at Suntec &lt;strong&gt;BUT BUT&lt;/strong&gt; I just have to be lost just because of the IMF thingy, sheeshness! At 1545hrs, he &lt;s&gt;ringed&lt;/s&gt;rang me up and only decided to just meet me up at Marina. And so I heard that I ended up roaming around outside of Marina &lt;u&gt;aimlessly&lt;/u&gt;. I gave up on smoking and decided to go in by the side door and coincidently I saw the boy passed me. (: Fate what we call it, &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;? Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he handed over a paper bag and was smiling sheepishly which literally made me from a pissed-tired-hungry girl to a blushed small little girl with a cotton candy. He got us t-shirts from GMBMS like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eh! ((: Then then, I got my studs. And I realised I didn't wear any earrings out, what a coincidence &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; again! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got our tickets for Devil Wears Prada then we walked around for a little bit. By 1615, we went in and settled down. And so I heard that the boy ate my pasta in the cinema eh. Haha. Well, the show was okay. Almost teared but didn't, ha. Ended exactly at 1830 and headed to Suntec. Walked around for a little bit then meet up with Norman at his usual spot. And I swear just now was kekek. Stayed outdoor for quite sometime, camwhored, smoked, singing off-pitch and farting &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks eh awak! Hehe.)&lt;/span&gt; Went in to play 4 rounds of taitee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, I had fun today. Thanks love! Pictures up soon once the wolfie has sent it to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for Saturday. Yay! Partying after dinner with lovelies. And so I heard that I'll be working on Friday, Sunday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Monday. IMF functions on all the days I've mentioned. Okay best, now I don't know what to do already. Some people not online right now so sian already. Nyeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, THAT'S ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..just me and you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115825152422838337?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115825152422838337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115825152422838337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115825152422838337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115825152422838337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/been-awhile.html' title='been awhile;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115808942226702496</id><published>2006-09-13T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:30:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shitheads;</title><content type='html'>Okay that's it. I'm gonna be dead. Results in 7 hours' time BUT BUT I can't know.&lt;br /&gt;Just because... I didn't pay my fees.&lt;br /&gt;Now, where shall I dig 375bucks before 24th?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115808942226702496?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115808942226702496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115808942226702496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115808942226702496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115808942226702496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/shitheads.html' title='shitheads;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115799193593158753</id><published>2006-09-12T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:25:35.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough of msn;</title><content type='html'>Okay, I had enough of people coming to me to delete/edit my entries and stuffs. Not the first definitely. But maybe it's just me. &lt;em&gt;Maybe&lt;/em&gt; I shall not blog. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS EH MSN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wait, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINDOWS LIVE MESSENGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to be precise. I'm not pissed just irritated. Webmessenger &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; work for me cause it's like slower than me, how can! *rawr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Thanks for making me wait on the other line. I'm not angry &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt;.. okay. I hope. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..let it bleed..&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/7140759-115799193593158753?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115799193593158753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115799193593158753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115799193593158753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115799193593158753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/enough-of-msn.html' title='enough of msn;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115798293415083457</id><published>2006-09-11T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:18:10.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-huh;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can handle everything today -- face the music and you'll get into the groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Detail&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just because you refuse to admit anything is wrong doesn't mean everything in your life is hunky-dory. So try to lift your head out of the sand. You're refusing to see some harsh realities, and that's keeping you from seeing some wonderful truths, too. You can handle everything that's going on around you today fairly easily, so don't try to avoid an awkward encounter -- doing so is a waste of your time. Face the music and dance -- you'll end up getting into the groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, creepy. But it's true lah. &lt;strong&gt;YET AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;, sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; Impromptu meet-ups with the lovelies (: Loves. Over at QiJi at Marina. Script-reading is I swear fun. FUH! Down to Bishan. And back early today, good girl. (: Way before that, meet-ups with Elmo, Razak, Sharmain and MC for our typhoid. Early dinner at Food Junction. Okay dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKU RUNSING LAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;..unwritten love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115798293415083457?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115798293415083457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115798293415083457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115798293415083457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115798293415083457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/uh-huh.html' title='uh-huh;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115787417935406559</id><published>2006-09-10T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:42:59.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random;</title><content type='html'>Oh, I just know that toothpaste in Malay is &lt;em&gt;pasta gigi&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not ubat gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..trashed &amp;amp; scattered..&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/7140759-115787417935406559?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115787417935406559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115787417935406559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115787417935406559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115787417935406559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/random.html' title='random;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115774528426836957</id><published>2006-09-09T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T03:54:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing;</title><content type='html'>I managed to find our 1st month neoprint as I've promised to search for it once I got home. (: And it's the sweetest picture ever, I swear. But suddenly, it just crushed me bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Tampines Ave 4/9 cause for our very first meeting, you brought me home. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24th October 2003&lt;/span&gt;. And I was introduced as your schoolmate. (: Then it all started. The break fast sessions, staying till wee hours sessions and lying to the father sessions. From Tampines Ave 4/9 to Tampines St 42, from O Levels to 2nd Year of poly, from living hell with the father to living with only the sisters, from Ubi to Woodlands to Tampines to Bukit Panjang to Tampines to Jurong. Boy, we'd went through alot eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if it happened few days back but boy I was wrong. Now nearing to 3 years. I've looked through all the pictures we had, and sheesh! From kentals to kakaks and abangs now. Haha. And sheesh, we looked more like sisters and brothers rather than couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/nice%20raya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kan kan kan? Okay, I miss my long hair! Sheeshness.&lt;br /&gt;And the songs that I'm listening to are all very saddening sungguh, gah irritating. And I swear I miss all those PDAs. -pouts- I used to hate people telling the whole wide world that I'm someone's girlfriend but now I miss that. -pouts- It drives me crazy thinking that I'm not the only one in your mind. And it sucks big time knowing that I'm not your only one for 6 months. And its sucks even bigger knowing that our 3rd year is gonna be a different chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm putting that all aside cause I'm enjoying myself at this moment. And I've always thought that being friends with everyone is okay, but I guess I'm wrong this time around. It kills me inside that my friend is going through the same shit as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, I'm looking forward to work later. (: I'm abit crushed right now. Just.. &lt;em&gt;abit&lt;/em&gt;, I hope. Someone gave me sunflowers cause she told me that I need them the most than her. I'm touched. So should you cause she just got married and its her sunflowers and she loves sunflowers. I'm not gonna hope for someone to give me sunflowers, cause its not gonna happen. Good night world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;..you leave me breathless..&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/7140759-115774528426836957?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115774528426836957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115774528426836957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115774528426836957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115774528426836957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115773225595962778</id><published>2006-09-09T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:17:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please tell me that it's okay to be jealous. Tell me it's natural. I wanna update but I just can't. I'm still in the sulky mood, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..stay close to me..&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/7140759-115773225595962778?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115773225595962778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115773225595962778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115773225595962778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115773225595962778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/please-tell-me-that-its-okay-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115743453851365647</id><published>2006-09-05T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T03:01:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays, FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>Holidays from work actually. HAHA. Holidays from school but still working 4 days a week. Sheesh! Anyways, I'm looking forward for 20th. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I received 2 complimentary tickets from GV from a guest just now. Sweet of him. He's part of the big bosses from GV. And I happened to be his one of the lucky people! YAY! I was just serving wine to him and he said that I've been a great server and has a charming smile. Chet macam paham lah kan! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm a bit high due to dragging red wine just now with the colleagues just now. Haha. And I'm gonna sulk even more. Nyeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;..time goes by so slowly..&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/7140759-115743453851365647?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115743453851365647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115743453851365647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115743453851365647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115743453851365647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/holidays-finally.html' title='holidays, FINALLY!'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115717361114638289</id><published>2006-09-02T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:06:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M GONNA SULK FOR AS LONG AS I CAN.&lt;br /&gt;-pouts-&lt;br /&gt;2 DAYS AGO, I WANTED TO DO SOMETHING MEANINGFUL BUT THINGS JUST HAVE TO HAPPEN. I'M UBERLY SAD CANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK CHEEBYE. THANKS EH! *rawr*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115717361114638289?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115717361114638289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115717361114638289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115717361114638289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115717361114638289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-gonna-sulk-for-as-long-as-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115696219514204990</id><published>2006-08-31T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T02:23:15.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain.rain.DON'T GO AWAY.</title><content type='html'>And so I heard that I'm sick. *sniffs* Due to the drastic change of the weather, I think. Or &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; the drastic change of sleeping schedule, maybe? Anyways, I reached home earlier than before. Thanks to the weather &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; there's no &lt;em&gt;on-nings&lt;/em&gt; (??) which are the shelter for the outdoors. They are gonna replaced it with new ones basically for the upcoming IMF functions. Nyeh. No shelter until Saturday. So if it's gonna carry on raining cats and dogs until Saturday, there won't be any outdoor seatings, yay? And we were over-staffs tonight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I heard that my day is fully booked tomorrow. Nyeh. Meeting up with the bunny, then the boy, then over at my fat-and-round-but-still-the-cutest-ever girlfriend's wedding. Then Friday back to work then partying at MOS before Sharmain fly off to Thailand the next day. Saturday back to work for training then meeting up with the girls (&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;) then over at the boy's. Sunday morning will be watching the boy's last competition then after that I don't know what's the plan, hee. But you'll get my drift. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(And so I heard that this session fo my entry is alike to my part-time bf, muahs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, did I mention that I bought shoes for raya already? I love okay. Now I can't wait for raya &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHICH&lt;/span&gt; falls on the 24th October. -wide grin- 2410. And oh, I think this is gonna be a long and proper entry. (: And I feel so thankful that I'm working now. Why? Can put aside for &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt; of things, nyeh. And oh, I did some pen shopping just now before work. (: And I really think that I need a &lt;u&gt;BIGGER&lt;/u&gt; pencil case now, sheesh. But now it's already big enough seh, then how? And gosh, I think I'm happy for now. I mean I have not been crying for erm 10days? Pat on the back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm gonna erm browse around. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Thanks to Sharmain, now I can e-shopping for perfumes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..love you out loud..&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/7140759-115696219514204990?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115696219514204990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115696219514204990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115696219514204990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115696219514204990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/rainraindont-go-away.html' title='rain.rain.DON&apos;T GO AWAY.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115688675720448930</id><published>2006-08-30T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T05:25:57.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Soon you'll see more encouraging signs. Hold on and just keep thinking positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Detail&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is a growing fog of pessimism hovering over you today, so you had better take out your optimism umbrella and shield yourself from the downpour! In order to see the sunnier side of things, you need to realize that the things you've been working on are much farther down the road of progress than you realize. Before doing anything too rash, wait this day out -- soon you'll see more encouraging signs. Hold on and just keep thinking positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that horoscopes are mean. *rawr* But I think I'm improving. I &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; only. Someone have to tell me first what. Okay so I heard that my dearest-ever-closest girlfriend is getting married this Thursday at 8pm. Whoever knows what I'm talking about, please do approach me. (: I can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115688675720448930?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115688675720448930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115688675720448930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115688675720448930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115688675720448930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-again.html' title='not again!'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115670838960673890</id><published>2006-08-28T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T03:53:09.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone close to you is ready to open up and get some important negotiations going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Detail&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been waiting for someone to come around to your way of thinking -- or share more about how they are thinking -- this could be the day when all your patience pays off. Someone close to you is ready to open up and get some negotiations going. Take advantage of this as early as you can today and try to get some alone time for the two of you. Initiate the more sensitive topics you've been avoiding and you just may be surprised how receptive they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, apa maksud-maksud ni semua? Tolong elaborate. *being the annoying self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;..i'm not too late, right?..&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/7140759-115670838960673890?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115670838960673890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115670838960673890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115670838960673890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115670838960673890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/bottom-line-someone-close-to-you-is.html' title=''/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115653261202926812</id><published>2006-08-26T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T03:03:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one.month.back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;That I was such a fool&lt;br /&gt;To ever let go of you&lt;br /&gt;But baby I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I know I said&lt;br /&gt;We'd be better off alone&lt;br /&gt;It was time that we moved on&lt;br /&gt;I know I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;But baby, here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging on your front door&lt;br /&gt;My pride's spilled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My hands and knees are bruised&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;Begging for a second chance&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna let me in?&lt;br /&gt;I was running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're in there&lt;br /&gt;You can make me wait&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going away&lt;br /&gt;It's the least that I can do&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you face to face&lt;br /&gt;I was lying to myself (lying to myself)&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dying in this hell (dying in this hell)&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I know you're mad&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame you for being mad&lt;br /&gt;But baby, here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see these tears I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;Touch these hands that can't stop shaking&lt;br /&gt;Hear my heart that's barely beating&lt;br /&gt;You would see a different man&lt;br /&gt;But baby, here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging on your front door&lt;br /&gt;My pride's spilled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My hands and knees are bruised&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;Begging for a second chance&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna let me in? (let me in)&lt;br /&gt;I was running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm crawling back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember vividly what happened exactly one month ago. It was very bitter. But I was lucky to be at Pasir Ris St 72. (: Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm just being this hopeless soul roaming around this world searching for something right. Sheesh. But I heard that I got good signals from someone. Good, yes? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;..crawling back to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115653261202926812?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115653261202926812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115653261202926812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115653261202926812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115653261202926812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/onemonthback.html' title='one.month.back.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115626640381225895</id><published>2006-08-23T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T01:06:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip i'll never forget.</title><content type='html'>So Tuesday came and was all excited till I took cab down to Kranji. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Cause I really thought that I'll be late, nyet!)&lt;/span&gt; Haha. And so I heard that they were at Khatib still when I reached Kranji, nyeh! Was hungry so decided to just munched on Strawberry Pocky and a can of green tea &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(super super bad combination, yuck.)&lt;/span&gt; Played Minesweeper on my phone and The Veronicas kept playing in my MP3. Around 11-ish then Hairul, Norman and Supi appeared. And I swear I don't know how to react (!!) Haha. And Azean couldn't make it at the last minute. So there's just the 4 of us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 170 down to JB. Wah, it was damn humid cann! And I swear at that moment of time, I wished that I was bald. And I even thought of cutting my hair there. But to think again, I wanna keep my hair long for this raya. (: &lt;em&gt;Perasan-perasan jadi perempuan kejaps&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA! Anyways, we headed to Food Junction at City Square. And something interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Me : Wah, the ice lemon tea not nice! the seasons one is like not season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Others : Malaysia what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Norman : Daging tough macam chewing gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Others : Malaysia what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Supi : The fishball noodle actually not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Others : Malaysia what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Supi : The fishball doesn't taste fishy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hairul : Cos they don't use Dodo brand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Me : Malaysia what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Supi : The chicken also not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Me : Malaysia what! Ayam kampung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hairul : The hor fun is so kicap-ish and slippery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Norman : Malaysia what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Kekekness lah. All except Norman didn't finish our food, sheesh! Then then I have the freaking tendency of forgetting that in Malaysia, the Chinese understands Malay. So we were in the lift then there's a group of Chinese teenagers, and I saw a girl with a huge clip on her hair. You know like pin up your hair with a clip by the side but no. This particular girl clipped her hair &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RIGHT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on top of her head. Like very cacat lah. Then I was like mumbling to Supi about it in Malay then that girl's friend looked at me one kind. I couldn't hear what Supi was saying but when I got out of the lift I was like, "Gosh, I forgot that we're in Malaysia. Sheesh!". Aku suke eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, someone really had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; shopping eh. Suke? I did a little shopping too. And yes, &lt;u&gt;FINALLY&lt;/u&gt; a knee-length skirt in my wardrobe! Yay. And aku suke eh when someone didn't do much shopping there ehh. Haha! And I felt as if I'm going out with my little sister like that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not that I have one lah, just feel like. TSK.)&lt;/span&gt; But I have to admit too that it's not the same shopping in Malaysia and shopping in Singapore. And wah, you are seriously weird seh. Never come across anyone like you &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(In terms of shopping lah)&lt;/span&gt; Haha. But anyhows, she managed to get a skirt too. (: And so I heard that we enjoyed travelling up and down of City Square eh. LOL. And oh, we slacked at Starbucks and played my newly-bought-and-cheap UNO! ((: Left JB at about 5-ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took train down to Woodlands, got myself and him a Ramly burger &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, hungry again.)&lt;/span&gt; Then took 168 down to Tampines and only to decide on slacking at Telepark. And left Tampines at about 10-ish. Took cab back, sent him home first then here I am. Damn, so &lt;strong&gt;freaking&lt;/strong&gt; shagged. Wanna sleep but just can't, yet. Room not organised &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;. Still in a bit of mess. And my mind won't be at ease if I never do it by tonight, sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and I realised that this is one &lt;u&gt;LONG&lt;/u&gt; entry. Haha, just as excited about my day. And and so I heard that Swift will come by knocking someone's door in October! -winks- Okay, next topic. Ha. Well, the day went well despite any awkwardness. (: KL in February next? &lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;..i'm all about you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115626640381225895?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115626640381225895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115626640381225895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115626640381225895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115626640381225895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/trip-ill-never-forget.html' title='a trip i&apos;ll never forget.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115607082760346913</id><published>2006-08-20T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:47:07.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekend.</title><content type='html'>And so I heard that I came back to find this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty. &lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt;, tomorrow I have a new room, yay! No more half pink half blue for the walls, yay! And and I heard that my sister washed my favourite pillow. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;(read: bantal busuk!)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *rawr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been away for a night but it seems like a longgg weekend. Tired now and not really having the sufficient sleep, nyet! And and last night was -giggles-. And I swear it was cute. *peace* I have another one more with me and yay another night eh love? This time around I'll make sure you're down! Kekek lahs and that turns me on. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And managed to wake up for soccer and 'twas fun especially with KL, haha. Lepak. Cheered and criticised like nobody's business. Then it became damn humid then head to the birthday bash. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Then I realised what the bro was referring to about being hot later, sheesh!)&lt;/span&gt; Watched High Tension and Police Academy. And I swear I was perspiring and KL, another round of ice-cream cake? -winks- And I swear I'm totally bloated from the 3 rounds of ice-cream cake, fried noodles, sausages, fishballs and nuggets. And left the place at about 5+?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here I am. (: One more paper to go and I'm stress-free! -wiggles around the room- My other bitch gonna come over later to mug for DCS, haha. And and did I mention that I really miss the girls? Gah, it's been err 2 weeks? -shrugs- Meet up can can? And and my favourite one had a haircut, confirm handsome! -winks- &lt;strong&gt;And and as the day goes by, I know that I'm always in your heart. Oooh, aderaline rush!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..we're just perfectly messy..&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/7140759-115607082760346913?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115607082760346913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115607082760346913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115607082760346913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115607082760346913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-weekend.html' title='long weekend.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115582874390029773</id><published>2006-08-17T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:32:23.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nicompoops!</title><content type='html'>I.SERIOUSLY.HAVE.NO.IDEA.WHY.SINGAPOREANS.ARE.BEING.SO.BLOODY.DEAF!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. SUPER PISSED CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S UP WITH JOAKIM BEING THE SAFE ONE.....???? MATILDA IS GOOD CANN. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, although I didn't get to watch the proper show last nights at least I get a glimpse just now at TVMobile. And gosh! What's up with "I'm a believer...!"?? Rock kebabai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next round if YOU BLOODY SINGAPOREANS WHO VOTED FOR THAT MR NICE GUY (aka JOAKIM). I swear I'm gonna chop your heads off, gah! *rawr*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115582874390029773?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115582874390029773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115582874390029773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115582874390029773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115582874390029773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/nicompoops.html' title='nicompoops!'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115563519383488464</id><published>2006-08-15T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:52:01.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I know I can be a little stubborn sometimes (I say)&lt;br /&gt;A little righteous and too proud&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna find a way to compromise&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe we can work things out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I had all the answers&lt;br /&gt;Never giving in&lt;br /&gt;But baby since you've gone&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna be strong without you&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;If we ever say we'd never be together&lt;br /&gt;In the end you wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to find my way&lt;br /&gt;And all I know is I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to face the day&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I ever gonna get rid of these blurs&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm so lonely all the time&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go I get so confused&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing that's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my bed so cold at night&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more each day&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make it right&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not too proud to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna be strong without you&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;If we ever say we'd never be together&lt;br /&gt;In the end you wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only hold you now&lt;br /&gt;Make the pain just go away&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop the tears from running down my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I lied that I say I would be strong each day. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: I editted the link from the previous 2 entries. Nyet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;..nothing perks me up..&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/7140759-115563519383488464?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115563519383488464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115563519383488464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115563519383488464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115563519383488464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost-without-you.html' title='lost without you.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115548582011975673</id><published>2006-08-14T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:17:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloghopped.</title><content type='html'>I took this from someone. Sorry but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so when everybody is moving on or trying to move on, im still struggling my way through.it might sound easy but tough,yes,very tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a short period of time,compared to their almost 3 yrs.but that 6 mths felt so long.&lt;/strong&gt;and everything during the 6 mths was indeed very beautiful despite bad things happening.&lt;br /&gt;and love conquers it all.yes,the truth is tearing up my heart but i dont see the point of me holding grudges about things that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;loving u has force me to learn,that we can change the way we feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;for that 6 mths,i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;for that 6 mths,the love was uncomparable.&lt;br /&gt;for that 6 mths,the love grew so deep.&lt;br /&gt;for that 6 mths,i fear nothing,nothing except for losing him.&lt;br /&gt;but fact is, i had to.yet again, tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;i chose not to talk abt it to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;i chose to keep quiet.and for that im sorry girls.&lt;br /&gt;but i rather suffer alone and be alone.&lt;br /&gt;its has been endless nights of tears.are those tears worth it?&lt;br /&gt;maybe u dun care.maybe u duno, maybe u dun even want to know.&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself to stop crying and be strong but i don't know how to be strong when my love has to move on.&lt;br /&gt;and when u said u still gonna make me happy,and will only stop until i tell u to?no,pls dont.i will not ask u to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont upset anyone,make her happy too okay.&lt;br /&gt;she's tearing apart too.and i truly understand how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry about me,i'll be fine hopefully.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know she's talking about me. It's not a bad thing. Somehow, that's the first time someone actually said that about me. Especially when she, too, is involved in this situation. Somehow, I'm touched? (': I admit that I couldn't bring myself saying that to him. Asking him to make the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; her happy too. Well, whatever it is.. We have to be strong eh? I've been telling myself to be strong each day but everytime I came across her entries, it just saddens me more. Why? Because we're crying over the same guy. ): I shall not brag about this anymore. Each day is a stepping stone for me. And you too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..just so you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115548582011975673?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115548582011975673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115548582011975673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115548582011975673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115548582011975673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/bloghopped.html' title='bloghopped.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115548385592173775</id><published>2006-08-13T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:44:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;we drive tonight,&lt;br /&gt;and you are by my side.&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about our lives,&lt;br /&gt;like we've known each other forever.&lt;br /&gt;the time flies by,&lt;br /&gt;with the sound of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;its close to paradise,&lt;br /&gt;with the end surely near.&lt;br /&gt;and if i could only stop the car&lt;br /&gt;and hold onto you,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go (and never let go)&lt;br /&gt;i'll never let go (i'll never let go)&lt;br /&gt;as we round the corner&lt;br /&gt;to your house&lt;br /&gt;you turned to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"i'll be going through withdrawal of you&lt;br /&gt;for this one night we have spent."&lt;br /&gt;and, i want to speak these words&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'll just bite my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;and accept "someday, somehow"&lt;br /&gt;as the words that we'll hang from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i (i..), i don't want to speak these words.&lt;br /&gt;'cause i ('cause i..), i don't want to make things any worse.&lt;br /&gt;and i (i..), i don't want to speak these words.&lt;br /&gt;'cause i, i don't want to make things any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does tonight, have to end?&lt;br /&gt;why don't we hit restart,&lt;br /&gt;and pause it at our favorite parts.&lt;br /&gt;we'll skip the goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;if i had it my way,&lt;br /&gt;i'd turn the car around and runaway,&lt;br /&gt;just you and i. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I came across &lt;a href="http://ladee-emo.livejournal.com/12331.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;I mean it when I said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;..making you mine all over again..&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/7140759-115548385592173775?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115548385592173775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115548385592173775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115548385592173775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115548385592173775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-drive-tonight-and-you-are-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115532604059054582</id><published>2006-08-12T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T03:54:00.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when.it.all.falls.apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm having the day from hell,&lt;br /&gt;It was all going so well (before you came)&lt;br /&gt;And you told me you needed space,&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss on the side my face (not again)&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention (the tears, ashame)&lt;br /&gt;But I should have kicked your (ass instead)&lt;br /&gt;I need intervention&lt;br /&gt;Attention to stop temptation to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where I parked my car&lt;br /&gt;Don't know who my real friends are (anymore)&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith in you&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid thing to do (when it rains it pours)&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention (I drank too much)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hung over (and out of touch)&lt;br /&gt;I need intervention&lt;br /&gt;Attention to stop temptation to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be easier?&lt;br /&gt;Can I just change my life?&lt;br /&gt;Cause it just seems to go bad everytime&lt;br /&gt;Will I be mending?&lt;br /&gt;another one ending once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up (out) where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself out cause things are mended &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot just now before meeting up with The Lovelies. Be it on the way home from school &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; in the train to meet them. I was like telling myself, "I can do this. I can just let go of him and move on. He changed his heart. He don't need to tell me." At that moment, I just cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during operation, it was &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt;damn busy but I was distracted by the fireworks. Sheesh, I know. I was like, "Damn! I keep missing fireworks." Then during my break, I decided to text Hairul and I didn't expect him to actually be watching the fireworks alone and asked me to read his blog (which I did). And so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairul, I'm not running away. I'm not MIA-ing. I'm not avoiding you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just the moment that I shall not have sky-high hopes about us. Well, I'm tired of hoping actually. But I'm not gonna stop changing for the better. Who knows - fate would bring us back, shrugs. But Izie said earlier on that I'm in this state because I'm scared he'll come back when I decided to move on.  You know like, wrong timing?  And I'm tired of crying every night thinking that you don't love me anymore. It's not gonna be easy but I guess that's just the way it is huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well boy, you can have all of your freedom now. Make full use of it. (: I'm happy to see you happy ok. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; Matching shirts? Sheesh. Now I hate seeing couples with matching t-shirts. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE PRETEND THAT EVERYTHING IS OKAY BUT ACTUALLY IT IS NOT. GAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..my love for you will never end, you'll always be my baby boy..&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/7140759-115532604059054582?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115532604059054582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115532604059054582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115532604059054582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115532604059054582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/whenitallfallsapart.html' title='when.it.all.falls.apart.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115523636273565815</id><published>2006-08-11T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:59:22.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm fucking pissed can. Gahhhh! Don't you even understand simple fucking English?? I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DID&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mentioned that just give that bloody desperate dickheads my MSN EMAIL &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Cibai. Then happy-happy give my bloody number! So much of a friend, or a bestfriend, or a good friend, or even a sister! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK OFF BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Gah. Fuck lah. My weekend is ruined. Bloody gundu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115523636273565815?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115523636273565815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115523636273565815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115523636273565815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115523636273565815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-fucking-pissed-can.html' title=''/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115514572967113510</id><published>2006-08-10T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:50:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time.</title><content type='html'>And so I heard that despite having hang-over, I managed to go for the double date at Fishy T2. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Although I came 1 hour late, sorry.)&lt;/span&gt; And so I heard that I didn't end up watching NDP with Izie. But I guess it was better off how it was just now. And it just made my day. Thanks love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, as time goes by.. I managed to capture every little thing that I missed throughout my life being with Hairul. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Okay, just 33 months. Do the math.)&lt;/span&gt; And everyday, I'm trying to learn trying to be a new person. You know like being optimistic about every single thing. And as it seems like God is testing my patience. A test to love, no? And all I need to do now is at least concentrate on my exams &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which is next week, gah.)&lt;/span&gt; Then it will be the holidays, yay! Which I'm slightly hoping that I could make up to all those times I missed out being a nice girlfriend. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Fat hope, yes?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to try. And I noticed that Faizal and I are in the same boat and its creepy. We, Cancerians are trying to win the Virgo-ians' hearts back. Nyeh. And how nice, when I know that he's at ease about me being okay of what his decisions are now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(You'll get my drift.)&lt;/span&gt; And I'm comfortable with myself being like this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This as in not getting so worked up with him every now and then)&lt;/span&gt; Okay, something just made me cry. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;read: the veronicas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh God, just let me go through this once and for all. Let me have this chance, and not to take it for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I heard that it has been quite sometime that I updated a long entry eh. Sheesh. Have to go cry some more. Been keeping this tears for about 4 days now. Gah, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..my eyes burn..&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/7140759-115514572967113510?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115514572967113510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115514572967113510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115514572967113510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115514572967113510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/time.html' title='time.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115496387800682070</id><published>2006-08-07T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:17:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it WAS over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i loved you&lt;br /&gt;and i tried..for 3 years..but i...&lt;br /&gt;i need..some time..to be free&lt;br /&gt;and i know it's killing you&lt;br /&gt;to be without me now&lt;br /&gt;it was bound to happen somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hate to be the one&lt;br /&gt;to break your heart and tear your world apart&lt;br /&gt;it feels so bad but feels so good&lt;br /&gt;watching you walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna hurt ya!&lt;br /&gt;its for our own good&lt;br /&gt;i miss you and i love you, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, sorry, sorry for leaving you now&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hard, so so hard&lt;br /&gt;but i'm done trying&lt;br /&gt;long nights, bad fights, all alone, all those nights&lt;br /&gt;in my bed, you went out, i'm crying myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;what i was about to do, to get through to you&lt;br /&gt;but now that you do, it's just too late&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but it's over!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; I hate it when all the songs become so meaningful. But &lt;u&gt;THIS&lt;/u&gt; one, it just...fits into my category. It's not from me to him but him to me, get it? Haha, anyways.. Been a long time since I watched a movie. Anyone? Pay coming in this Friday, yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I heard that someone now using Sony Ericsson lah. -winks- Welcome to the family eh! Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..take it all away..&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/7140759-115496387800682070?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115496387800682070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115496387800682070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115496387800682070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115496387800682070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-was-over.html' title='it WAS over.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115484631312125505</id><published>2006-08-06T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:38:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody.wins.</title><content type='html'>I miss having cats around me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Used to having 20 cats around, I guess)&lt;/span&gt; I miss my Esh &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pronounced as Ish btw)&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, just being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;note to self: nobody wins in arguments&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..just don't leave again..&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/7140759-115484631312125505?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115484631312125505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115484631312125505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115484631312125505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115484631312125505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/nobodywins.html' title='nobody.wins.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115472195598035367</id><published>2006-08-05T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T04:23:57.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so near yet so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, Hairul Sahril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, this has been very disturbing. It seems that I won't be able to tell him that anytime/anywhere I want. ): So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, places we went, things we did, laughters, cries, silence, jokes, singing sessions, sleep-over sessions, xbox sessions, &lt;s&gt;family-outings&lt;/s&gt; (still does!), surprises, morning kisses, lusts, loves, hugs, sweet names, pampering, shopping and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; So I heard that I cried while typing this. Well, nearing to 3 years but didn't manage to reach that far. It's not so easy. If this is not love, then what is it? I'm so sorry but I just can't help it with how I felt this whole period. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; So I heard that time and patience isn't friendly to me. -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;..hate it when its a one-sided..&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/7140759-115472195598035367?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115472195598035367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115472195598035367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115472195598035367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115472195598035367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='so near yet so far.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115472030507702538</id><published>2006-08-05T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T03:38:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>august; a good month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster Horoscope for 5 August, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendship could grow into a bigger, much more important relationship today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In detail&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An informal friendship could grow into a bigger, much more important relationship today; they could become a person who influences your life in either a romantic or a business sense. To make sure you know who you're dealing with, pay attention to the details around them. Ask the type of probing questions that will reveal what they really think of the current situation -- and how they might like it to change. Make sure you're the one pushing things forward, not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;So I heard that August has been a good month for me, I hope. I can't judge that far &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; cause it's only the 5th of August, hmm. Work has somehow made me not to think about the lows in life. (:&lt;br /&gt;Keep myself occupied huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't understand the horoscope above &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or maybe I choose not to understand. -shrugs-)&lt;/span&gt; Exams in 2 weeks time, sheesh! I am not all prepared, thanks! Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;..hope we're doing fine..&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/7140759-115472030507702538?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115472030507702538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115472030507702538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115472030507702538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115472030507702538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-good-month.html' title='august; a good month.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115462869120129616</id><published>2006-08-04T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T02:11:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I get emotional&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do some stupid things&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I say what I should just keep inside&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm sad about everything&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm mad and break some things&lt;br /&gt;Soaring still thin (?) but you just get in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sometimes I'm just a pain&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;Laying down and dying&lt;br /&gt;That's when I need you&lt;br /&gt;Laughing's always easy, but sometimes I'm just scared you'll leave me&lt;br /&gt;That's when I feel emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm just impossible&lt;br /&gt;Totally unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl get use to it&lt;br /&gt;No big deal&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me why would you try?&lt;br /&gt;I'm no angel but I can make you smile&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple dedication. Something meaningful. And I love it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..so emotional..&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/7140759-115462869120129616?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115462869120129616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115462869120129616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115462869120129616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115462869120129616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/emotional.html' title='emotional.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115457593539136121</id><published>2006-08-03T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T11:36:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work, no?</title><content type='html'>And so I heard that I'm back in Indochine. But this time round, no more a cashier. (: But somehow, I still miss cashiering. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I managed to put my mind aside about emo-ing and concentrated on work. Wah, I'm impressed cann. And I missed working..there. But I'm still not impressed with the schedule but I'm too tired to fight for my rights already, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so what happened yesterday? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;PS: I wished I wasn't working and so I could wait up for you to end school, sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, I almost cried when he said that I don't have to do this if I don't want to. It's like back to how we first met. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..you're my lust..&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/7140759-115457593539136121?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115457593539136121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115457593539136121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115457593539136121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115457593539136121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/work-no.html' title='work, no?'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115436589969723939</id><published>2006-08-01T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:11:39.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not.again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you set in motion is well on its way toward being completed. You can't undo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Detail&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the die is cast, it's cast -- and there's nothing you can do about it. This fact may leave you feeling a bit helpless, but it could also help you reprioritize your life and eradicate a lot of stress. Going back in time and undoing (or redoing) something you did would be nice, but it's just not possible. What you set in motion is well on its way toward being completed. Don't try to step in and redirect it -- there's no way you'll do anything but frustrate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;So I heard that I actually wanted to shut down blogspot but changed my mind since someone told me don't do this just because of a dumb hate-tagger. And I agree. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Screw you no-lifer-hate-tagger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hate it when Friendster's horoscope &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; right. Not again. But because of this particular one, I cried okay. Hint me so much about what's gonna happen, gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;..belaian jiwa..&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/7140759-115436589969723939?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115436589969723939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115436589969723939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115436589969723939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115436589969723939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/08/notagain.html' title='not.again.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115427523693239303</id><published>2006-07-30T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:00:36.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just.as.bad.</title><content type='html'>So I heard that I cried to Nina Sky - Oye Mi Canto. (read: cries to everything) This is bad lah. Sharain asked me to listen crappy songs and not sappy songs. And so I did, but it didn't help either. Just the thought of my chances are slim, feels like needles stucked in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I heard that I'm back to my usual self again. But somehow, I'm looking forward for Tuesday. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;..you make my life so blue..&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/7140759-115427523693239303?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115427523693239303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115427523693239303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115427523693239303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115427523693239303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/justasbad.html' title='just.as.bad.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115419380692368294</id><published>2006-07-30T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:23:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just.lovelies.</title><content type='html'>I managed not to shed any tears yesterday. Thanks to Ayn for sleeping over. Love. But today, gah. Back to my old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pillar of strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/lovelies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/lovelies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;..please stay..&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/7140759-115419380692368294?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115419380692368294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115419380692368294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115419380692368294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115419380692368294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/justlovelies.html' title='just.lovelies.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115409628747348152</id><published>2006-07-28T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:18:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the.day.you.went.away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well I wonder could it be&lt;br /&gt;When I was dreaming 'bout you baby&lt;br /&gt;You were dreaming of me&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, call me blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To still be suffering is stupid after all of this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I lose my love to someone better&lt;br /&gt;And does she love you like I do&lt;br /&gt;I do, you know I really really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey&lt;br /&gt;So much I need to say&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;So sad but true&lt;br /&gt;For me there's only you&lt;br /&gt;Been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember date and time&lt;br /&gt;September twenty second&lt;br /&gt;Sunday twenty five after nine&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway with your case&lt;br /&gt;No longer shouting at each other&lt;br /&gt;There were tears on our faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we were letting go of something special&lt;br /&gt;Something we'll never have again&lt;br /&gt;I know, I guess I really really know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we never know what we've got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;How could I carry on&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been missing you so much I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, this song can totally relate to my situation right now. &lt;u&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/u&gt;. Gah, this makes me tear &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;..just another..&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/7140759-115409628747348152?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115409628747348152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115409628747348152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115409628747348152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115409628747348152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/thedayyouwentaway.html' title='the.day.you.went.away.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115402230326766761</id><published>2006-07-28T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:45:03.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no.</title><content type='html'>A record to be kept. Have been shedding tears day and night for the straight 6 days. It may seem easy to handle but no it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to give up everything just to be there..with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;..you left me breathless..&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/7140759-115402230326766761?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115402230326766761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115402230326766761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115402230326766761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115402230326766761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-no.html' title='oh no.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115393620140754711</id><published>2006-07-27T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:50:01.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/cancer%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/cancer%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may face a major choice. Focus on what's important and it's an easy choice." Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..i hate history..&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/7140759-115393620140754711?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115393620140754711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115393620140754711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115393620140754711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115393620140754711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-may-face-major-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115393418584911195</id><published>2006-07-27T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:16:25.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please.</title><content type='html'>I wish that a car will hit me any other day. If not tomorrow, then the next day if not the following day and it just goes on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115393418584911195?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115393418584911195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115393418584911195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115393418584911195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115393418584911195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/please.html' title='please.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115391516361305775</id><published>2006-07-26T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:59:23.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i heard.</title><content type='html'>Seeing you with another girl?&lt;br /&gt;A dagger through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a friend&lt;/em&gt;, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;So I heard my sister's savings just went to the hospital bills. And I heard some people wanna visit me, hmmm. And so I heard that there's some people that's waiting for me to break up with him just so to be with me. And so I heard that he's really happy that I'm not with him. And I heard that it's not easy to move on &lt;strong&gt;unless&lt;/strong&gt;.. And so I heard that being just friends is really hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I heard that I've found a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..friends, better than nothing uh..&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/7140759-115391516361305775?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115391516361305775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115391516361305775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115391516361305775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115391516361305775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-i-heard.html' title='so i heard.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115384649581399727</id><published>2006-07-26T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:54:55.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>I hate Friendster Daily Horoscope. It just seems so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any obstacles that will appear now will really just be old fears popping up again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115384649581399727?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115384649581399727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115384649581399727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115384649581399727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115384649581399727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/gah.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115384391452149625</id><published>2006-07-26T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:11:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feels like i have always known you&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i dreamt about you&lt;br /&gt;all those endless nights i was alone&lt;br /&gt;it's like i've spent forever searching&lt;br /&gt;now i know that it was worth it&lt;br /&gt;with you it feels like i am finally home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling head over heels&lt;br /&gt;thought i knew how it feels&lt;br /&gt;but with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz you leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;when you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;you leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;you manage to disarm me&lt;br /&gt;my soul is shining through&lt;br /&gt;can't help but surrender&lt;br /&gt;my everything to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i thought i could resist you&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i was strong&lt;br /&gt;somehow you were different from what i've known&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see you coming&lt;br /&gt;you took me by surprise and&lt;br /&gt;you stole my heart before i could say no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;And so I heard that I thought I would be strong enough but I'm wrong. I'm gonna shut myself from the world. I'm just hopeless and weak. And hyperventilating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;..just when i thought..&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/7140759-115384391452149625?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115384391452149625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115384391452149625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115384391452149625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115384391452149625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/feels-like-i-have-always-known-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115375845600400091</id><published>2006-07-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:45:23.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just-love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00444.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00444.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00439.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00439.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're just putting a bravefront huh Boyfriend? Behind all those smiles. My instincts telling me that you're not telling me something but hey, I'm trusting you. But if this is all about keeping secrets then I guess we are not suppose to be where we are now, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been just filled with sweet words that I don't wanna hear right now. Are you even happy with me? But I just wonder why must you actually treated me this way silently? I'm tired and I know, so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I heard girlfwen. That my fwen's fwen's fwen's fwen is seeing the boyfwen. Okay and what's up with replacing R with a W?? And sayang, thank you for being there for me. (I know you're soundly asleep now. Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..please don't lie, boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115375845600400091?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115375845600400091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115375845600400091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115375845600400091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115375845600400091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-love_25.html' title='just-love?'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115366491903795741</id><published>2006-07-23T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:28:39.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE.</title><content type='html'>With all the love I get from the girls, I'll make it through. Sayang korangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wah, I really did stayed out of house for 24hours. And I love my sister for being cool about it. And it such a bummer that I ain't going for D&amp;D tomorrow. I'm a tad sad. Only God knows why, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aku suke tidur rumah orang tapi nanti homesick, bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;..oh you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115366491903795741?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115366491903795741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115366491903795741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115366491903795741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115366491903795741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/love.html' title='LOVE.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115341869299373559</id><published>2006-07-21T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T02:09:27.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over?</title><content type='html'>He wanna know my secrets? I tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why only my girls know my secrets? Cause its the girls who you wanna pour your heart out to about the boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happen when you tell what are your deepest secrets to the boyfriend? He became your ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm wasting my time on the one who will never return my love. And so I heard I lost both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..i wish i could be every little thing you wanted..&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/7140759-115341869299373559?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115341869299373559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115341869299373559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115341869299373559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115341869299373559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/over.html' title='over?'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115332789377590607</id><published>2006-07-20T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:51:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dadeeedaa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/cancer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/cancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm okay thank you for the warning Friendster, no? Or is the dance &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; harshness of the real world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up girls. I feel like as if I'm not gonna gain anything from any of this sacrifices I've made. I'm tired of getting fucked up by the bloody groupmates, sisters, lecturers, johan or even boyfriend. And my transport fares are running low but despite that I still go down, so how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think the emotass bomb just dropped somewhere around my area, gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;..ps, i'm not over you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115332789377590607?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115332789377590607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115332789377590607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115332789377590607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115332789377590607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/dadeeedaa.html' title='dadeeedaa.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115324313627532130</id><published>2006-07-19T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:18:56.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no?</title><content type='html'>Leave everything behind just to be with you, no? Will you actually just treat me like how I love to be treated, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: I know you're reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;..it's over, it's my turn now..&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/7140759-115324313627532130?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115324313627532130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115324313627532130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115324313627532130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115324313627532130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/no.html' title='no?'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115315796923974756</id><published>2006-07-18T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:39:29.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, die?</title><content type='html'>Dengar-dengar sicknessku datang kembali, suke? And the sad thing is, I can't do anything about it. It grips so hard just how I could imagine her ripping my heart out and crushed it. Ah suke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..love me through..&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/7140759-115315796923974756?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115315796923974756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115315796923974756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115315796923974756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115315796923974756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-die.html' title='okay, die?'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115306483080965284</id><published>2006-07-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:47:10.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frust.</title><content type='html'>I'm just as frust as you, my dear friend. To the person who has been playing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or maybe not)&lt;/span&gt; her heart, please stop can? It just hurts me so much that I feel as if I'm in her shoes. And my dearest friend, please don't let her crush your heart and life. You still got us lovelies. I can kiss you forever to make everything alright. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, you have always been an illusion in my mind. And it always come along with You by Ten2Five. And I hate it, &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; I can't help it how? And at times I'll just scream 'Shut up YOU' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(partially my fault since YOU has been playing in my playlist like forever.)&lt;/span&gt; I wanna venge my frustration but I know it will only hurt too many people's feelings, sheesh. &lt;u&gt;Letting go is not as easy as saying it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..oh you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115306483080965284?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115306483080965284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115306483080965284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115306483080965284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115306483080965284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/frust.html' title='frust.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115302520764836472</id><published>2006-07-16T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T12:46:47.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancer (a daily horoscope)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will some dramas around you now,&lt;br /&gt;but you will find it easy to turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115302520764836472?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115302520764836472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115302520764836472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115302520764836472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115302520764836472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmmm.html' title='hmmm.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115298471383382141</id><published>2006-07-16T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:34:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisses don't lie.</title><content type='html'>Day started very gloomy but it always ended with a smile. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/loveliesku.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/loveliesku.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturdays love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship grew stronger after tonight. &amp;&amp;amp;we feel closer kan kan kan? (: Aku suke Ayn, Tatia, Izie dan Shikin. Wah best! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;(Arnabku, mengapakah kamu lurus seperti ruler?)&lt;/span&gt; Haha. &amp;amp;Shikin, aku lebih sayang kau sekarang eh. Lebih dari dulu, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aku hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..kisses don't lie..&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/7140759-115298471383382141?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115298471383382141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115298471383382141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115298471383382141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115298471383382141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/kisses-dont-lie.html' title='kisses don&apos;t lie.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115294624128085049</id><published>2006-07-15T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:50:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong.</title><content type='html'>In my opinion,&lt;br /&gt;Bi &lt;s&gt;equals&lt;/s&gt;is not confused. That's it. To me, confused is when you don't even know what you actually want from both parties. Unlike me, I'm okay with both. I accept both and no, I'm not confused. (But if people keep playing mind games, of course I'm confused k.) But other than that, stop telling me that I'm confused with my label. (Just shut up okay.) Believe it or not, I don't even know who is this bloody person eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aku nak jumpe the lovelies lah. Entah ape plan eh. Okay dah, back to MTV Movie Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..tore my heart..&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/7140759-115294624128085049?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115294624128085049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115294624128085049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115294624128085049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115294624128085049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/wrong.html' title='wrong.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115289980770984932</id><published>2006-07-15T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:57:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;I just cried my night away.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts each time I think about it. It's funny how everyone else is facing some obstacles in life at the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So near but yet so far, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115289980770984932?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115289980770984932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115289980770984932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115289980770984932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115289980770984932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/you.html' title='you.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115289813841534637</id><published>2006-07-15T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:30:25.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so-long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don't ever wanna lose you baby&lt;br /&gt;I Always wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is learn to trust me&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I will stay true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's been hard on you&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm not always with you&lt;br /&gt;But you need to know that I do love you&lt;br /&gt;And forever that's the way we'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know it's hard to trust me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm always out with all my boys&lt;br /&gt;And It's my job and I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;When I go home, it's with you I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to keep this going&lt;br /&gt;And I will as long as you do too&lt;br /&gt;cause I love you and I will always will do&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the time to show you&lt;br /&gt;You mean the world to me and that's the truth&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be with no one else&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me 'cause I love you&lt;br /&gt;I say I love you 'cause I really mean it&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Watch the pictures of me when I'm gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm emo-ing. I'm hungry but I'm not in my best mood to eat. And suddenly I don't &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; like this particular TGIF thing. Today &lt;em&gt;isn't&lt;/em&gt; just my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why is my heart beating fast when I'm thinking of you? Tell me why am I feeling this way when I actually wanna avoid it? Tell me why must I think of you? And tell me why you just have to make my paper heart to bleed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I hate Fridays. And &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;just you&lt;/em&gt;. Thanks for keep playing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;..if it's lovin' that you want..&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/7140759-115289813841534637?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115289813841534637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115289813841534637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115289813841534637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115289813841534637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-long.html' title='so-long.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115272688724412893</id><published>2006-07-13T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T01:57:29.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>g-masked!</title><content type='html'>Can I have my laptop g-masked?? &lt;em&gt;Pleaseeeeee&lt;/em&gt;. It's &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; $118, gah. Irritating. I saw some pretty-pretty designs. Or maybe my phone if you can't afford it, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone never wish me tau. I know if I got this 'tak tau malu' face, but I thought he should be the first few who would actually wish me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm done. With you-know-what. No not boyfriend, ha. Okay. I'm not sleepy since I've slept my noon through evening, gah irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I realised something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00288.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no, I'm not pink crazy okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just a coincidence, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..cry..&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/7140759-115272688724412893?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115272688724412893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115272688724412893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115272688724412893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115272688724412893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/g-masked.html' title='g-masked!'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115263484458472076</id><published>2006-07-12T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:20:44.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18+1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..once a year..&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/7140759-115263484458472076?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115263484458472076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115263484458472076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115263484458472076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115263484458472076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/181.html' title='18+1'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115255238808971352</id><published>2006-07-10T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:48:00.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday-treats.</title><content type='html'>Okay, not so bad as how I expected it to be la eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 'twas raining non-stop over at the westside, cooling weather I like but periods, no? Skipped CCC &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;, okay I was like a zombie la okay! School was somehow forgettable. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(You know like I can't even remember what happened there la eh.)&lt;/span&gt; But on impulse, dearest Frederick wanted to have lunch at Pizzahut and treated me lunch in the end &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and not cigarettes eh, aku benci!)&lt;/span&gt; And I swear the pizza we had, is sure &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00235.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00235.1.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aloha's Lovers &amp; Stuffed-crust Hawaiian Lover (eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00234.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00234.2.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lightings from the wrong side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00236.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, the irritating son of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so went to tutorial with a huge tummy. Gah, it's irritating tau. And oh, first time in my life that I involved in a debate regarding Maths la! Stupid matter. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Over probability la btw ehh.)&lt;/span&gt; And so yeah, went out to smoke again and I thought of skipping DCS tutorial la eh. But somehow, I just go but only to find out eh my tutor cancelled it 'cause he's tired due to last night's match. Redundant, I swear. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Macam he go play.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went down Tampines by 5.10pm? Met up with Sharain since she finished at 5 also and off we go handphone-hunting. At last she got the same phone as mine, ha. And then the funny part, we became friends la with the shop owner, okay best. Ha, then we couldn't decide where to eat so in the end meet up with Tatia and Izie at KFC. And yes, still boycotting chicken. Haha, inside joke la eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we managed to settle down with Fish&amp;amp;Co, yet again la. Haha. And wow, am I surprise to see the newly renovated outlet, ha. Nice la, much better and like finally okay. And so we had Seafood Platter for 2 and 2 servings of Hot Fudge Brownie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.... A surprise birthday wrap la okay! Malu nye aku diri atas kerusi, gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00249.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/bday%20collage.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/bday%20collage.3.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00250.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay best. Aku sayang korangs eh. And oh, met up with Ibu and KL for awhile since they wanna pass me my present. (: Then home sweet home. Tired enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gambar classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00023.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00030.jpg" width="201" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy birthday to myself. I don't really get all of my wishlist la but at least a few is fulfilled. And oh, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DURIAN = LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;P/S: Aku suka la eh bila semua orang text aku at one go. Same goes for MSN eh. Best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115255238808971352?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115255238808971352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115255238808971352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115255238808971352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115255238808971352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-treats.html' title='birthday-treats.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115247020474766369</id><published>2006-07-10T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T02:36:44.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't help it.</title><content type='html'>Here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier said than done. I thought I've given up on her? But why did I find myself falling deeper? And I'm afraid of losing every single thing that I have. Be it boyfriend, lovelies, johan or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lost your touch, how sad. I admit that for the past 2-3days I feel like boyfriend and I are strangers. And it sucks. I hate bloghopping, 'cause it only make me more curious shit. Gah, who even started this blog thingy. I think I'm not going school. Fuck her, fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..shitheads..&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/7140759-115247020474766369?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115247020474766369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115247020474766369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115247020474766369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115247020474766369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/cant-help-it.html' title='can&apos;t help it.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115245931948674103</id><published>2006-07-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:35:19.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idiots;</title><content type='html'>Okay, I hate shitting when I'm having periods tau. Because eh I can't just differentiate between the cramps I'm having tau, benci tau! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The cramps can be either that I wanna shit or that the blood is circulating.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know how many more hours to go to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day but my heart is telling me something not good gonna happen la eh. Best kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and I'm hungry yet again. Period. And I hate it when people blog in despicably bad English. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My fwen..my boyfwen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Stop it can. Okay, maybe I myself don't speak good English but hey, I find that irritating. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Act pelat only, eee tak suka.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FEMME QUEST! FEMME QUEST!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Suka la kan bila aku broke.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..powerless..&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/7140759-115245931948674103?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115245931948674103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115245931948674103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115245931948674103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115245931948674103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/idiots.html' title='idiots;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115238511895378789</id><published>2006-07-09T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T03:34:53.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cramps&amp;me.</title><content type='html'>Bah, supposed to update just now but was caught up with a phone call. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my Saturdays started off with a &lt;strong&gt;humid, humid&lt;/strong&gt; kind of weather. Had a cold shower, cleaned the toilet and practically watched Eight Below. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And I swear I'm so contradicting la eh.)&lt;/span&gt; Pretty saddening lah eh then back to my laptop, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And I must say that nowadays I'm glued to my laptop la eh.)&lt;/span&gt; Oh then I received a shocking phone call from Izie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Basically, I was so engrossed with my Neopets lah eh.)&lt;/span&gt; She, Tatia, Shikin and Wan were at Cityhall, wanna have B&amp;J's. (: And it was 5minutes to 6pm lah. Haha. But I managed to go out also. But we ended up with Fish&amp;amp;Co, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically with no cash with me, the lovelies still were great. They killed my cramps tau. (: I love them. And too bad Sharain wasn't there lah 'cause basically &lt;u&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/u&gt; thought she's working la eh, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Femme Quest on 13th July. Should I go? It's at Zouk but on a Thursday, sheesh. I wanna go but &lt;em&gt;gah&lt;/em&gt;. And wah, someone is femme of the month la. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, pretty pissed with the bloody cramps. So I go off now la okay. Actually know what to write but the phone call made me forget everything, how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/cramps-killer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/cramps-killer.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;..hoping again..&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/7140759-115238511895378789?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115238511895378789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115238511895378789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115238511895378789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115238511895378789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/crampsme.html' title='cramps&amp;me.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115229850863444771</id><published>2006-07-08T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:55:08.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the-loss.</title><content type='html'>Just three more days to go but I ain't feeling it. I'm not looking forward to anything at all. No bashes, no surprises, no party, no special treatments, &lt;u&gt;NOTHING&lt;/u&gt;. As I've said a million times, I got more aquaintances than whom I can declare them as friends, so sad but that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; forget about my birthday wishlist I created a week ago, &lt;strong&gt;useless&lt;/strong&gt;. I won't get any of those, who am I anyway? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, just this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one and only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wish for my birthday.. That at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt;, I'll cure from my illness and not suffer yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And if the money comes about, that is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..3more days but yet hell..&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/7140759-115229850863444771?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115229850863444771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115229850863444771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115229850863444771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115229850863444771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/loss.html' title='the-loss.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115220526240643348</id><published>2006-07-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:01:02.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies,again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOVIE OF THE MONTH : Mistress Of Spices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas raining in the morning, cooling weather indeed to start the day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many PBILs have to be handed in and yet to be done. Suddenly I feel the pressure for this one, weird. And it stress me even more people keep approaching me about Johan, sheesh. He's not even my husband or boyfriend okay! You care, what are phones for I wonder. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for the record&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ACS - 37/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Maths - 86/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;DCS - 45/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;CA - 27/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;OOP - 36/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FANTASTIC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; results, I must say. I'm proud, sheesh! Anyways, advices being told that it's not too late for me to bucked up 'cause I got potential &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; plain lazy, ha. Okay best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went down to Raffles. And suddenly, I missed going to work. Honestly speaking, I don't mind working there but I guess the management's attitude just gotta go, yeah? I can't just keep fulfilling your needs and ignored mine. Bulls man! And so, smoked, read and sang until 6 then my sister appeared yet so chirpy, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd been dying to watch Havoc and Mistress of Spices. And so we hurried down to town to catch Havoc at Lido which literally just ended so badly &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; abruptly. It's annoying and the storyline? Ditto. It leaves you a huge question mark at the end of the show, like seriously. My sister would just turn to me and shake her head. But I think it would be best for people with a no-lifer kind of thing 'cause it teaches you something morally nice, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next we headed for Cathay Cineleisure to catch Mistress of Spices which is I must say a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;two thumbs up&lt;/span&gt;. (: Dylan McDermott is &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; adorable, no wait. &lt;u&gt;Just plain ol' adorable&lt;/u&gt;. And it's just weird to see how devoted Aishwarya Rai could be to her spices in that show. And it kept me in awe until now. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Yeah it's that how awesome the show is, REALLY.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It also tells me something else. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;True love doesn't destroy everything else you had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (: Just how meaningful eh, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the trip back home was breath-taking just because I didn't managed to catch my breath everytime I talked to my sister la. Talking about the wonderful people I used to have and I still do now. How it all ended and how it blossomed and how it just died-ed. This sister-sister relationship I'm having now is a hard-to-get kind of thing. And yes, I needed her and she answered all my doubts &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like finally.)&lt;/span&gt; without fail. She said I deserved to be free and enjoy life to the fullest since I'm turning 19 pretty soon &lt;strong&gt;(Date check: EXACTLY 4 MORE DAYS, YAY!)&lt;/strong&gt; Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's funny but when I told her I can't have the fullest now, she handed me a grape-yoghurt fruitella &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which was mine btw)&lt;/span&gt; and said, "Chew this and your life will be at ease at all times. Don't worry about him." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mimicking Aishwarya Rai lah btw.)&lt;/span&gt; And I literally did lah okay, silly. I just love her cann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..the time has come..&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/7140759-115220526240643348?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115220526240643348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115220526240643348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115220526240643348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115220526240643348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/moviesagain.html' title='movies,again.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115202456884738512</id><published>2006-07-04T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:53:17.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah,broke.</title><content type='html'>Tuesday as always it's our slack day. Played card games, watched some old time video of 5N1 for Teachers' Day Celebration. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00208.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See la what I bring to school on Tuesdays. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00206.jpg" width="195" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of studying, I read OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00202.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No doubt I love taking side-views pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the lovely but yet fatty girlfriend. Funny her. And oh the boyfriend too la. Dinner at Arnold's and I swear we took like forever to order our food! And because all of us were indecisive lah eh, sheesh! LOL. But I had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00213.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00213.0.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now have the habit of smiling with no teeth, sheesh! DISASTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, alot of bitching sessions and mother-crisis session! Hehe, we learnt something new everyday babe! (: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love her la, no matter how fat she is&lt;/span&gt;. *yums*&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so fucking broke till whenever ah! Boyfriend topped my ez-link up and paid for my food tau. And sheesh, tomorrow Ladies' Night. Gah, bad news. Gah, stress seh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..boycotting chicken for now..&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/7140759-115202456884738512?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115202456884738512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115202456884738512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115202456884738512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115202456884738512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/gahbroke.html' title='gah,broke.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115185526334966737</id><published>2006-07-02T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:51:33.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/P7020033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm feeling dizzy and erm shitty, no not period. &lt;em&gt;Just&lt;/em&gt;.. Drained out, I guess. Had a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; advanced birthday celebration just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Arab Street then golf at errr Ford Road? Ha, yeah. I don't wanna learn playing golf! But some people &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; love to push, GAH! And oh, ride back home is messifying. HAHA. Mercedez + air-conditioner broke down + all windows wind down + speed up to 140 = MESSY HAIR, bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, school at 8 the next day. Sorry, no Youth day. Been wishing though, sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00193.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00190.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00194.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00194.0.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/P7020033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/P7020033.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/P7020053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/P7020053.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picture I swear it's candid. Sheesh, boyfriend take onee. And oh, I choose the cake. My favourite, yay! And oh, there's more pictures but KL isn't home yet so I won't get the pictures tonight. Maybe I'll upload them tomorrow alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, my bed is my only comfort. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..9days,still 10 wishes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115185526334966737?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115185526334966737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115185526334966737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115185526334966737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115185526334966737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/blah.html' title='blah.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115179095312330712</id><published>2006-07-02T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T05:55:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by sharain.</title><content type='html'>Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 weird facts/things/habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end you need to choose the 5 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the tendency of sleeping at 5 0r 6 in the morning, then I'll just automatically wake up at 11am. Weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just realised that I'm becoming more and more like Alice in The L Word, sheesh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have more aquaintances than friends, like &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm slow almost everytime! Not in terms of speed of course. I just catch things up &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; 10 seconds after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an illness. Gah. &lt;u&gt;For real&lt;/u&gt;, tell me more about your sucky life man. I've been through worse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tagged by Sharain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hairul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharmain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're tagged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;..down to 9..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115179095312330712?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115179095312330712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115179095312330712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115179095312330712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115179095312330712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagged-by-sharain.html' title='tagged by sharain.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115176343318770480</id><published>2006-07-01T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:21:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day-out.</title><content type='html'>Done with all the papers and I'm expecting the worse, sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saturdays are like all the ordinary Saturdays, boring. But somehow today, outing with sister is magical. (: And Brandon Routh is superbly HOT. Be it being Clark or Superman, BOTH still hot, sheesh! Sometimes I wonder why Superman doesn't exist. Gah. Anyways, I think it's best that you guys just get the DVD and watch it at home. To me, it's not really worth the money. Unless if you wanna splurge just for Brandon Routh, then fine. If overall, think twice ok. And wow, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SAW PAUL TWOHILL!&lt;/span&gt; Sheesh. Just as cute as how he is on TV. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later I might go watch movie again with the other sister. (: Just maybe, still waiting for her call. And I've been receiving a lot of missed calls from McCafe. Refused to pick up, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00178.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00181.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00179.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts so much that all we say to each other is hey and that's it. You've been busy, and it's yet to drift away. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, don't go just yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..10days, 10wishes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115176343318770480?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115176343318770480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115176343318770480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115176343318770480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115176343318770480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-out.html' title='day-out.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115160529291182020</id><published>2006-06-30T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T02:21:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist.</title><content type='html'>Since a special event is coming up, I've created a wishlist, &lt;em&gt;justt&lt;/em&gt; maybe. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A treat to B&amp;J's. (I choose! LOL.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A black &amp;amp; white summer dress for my D&amp;amp;D. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new perfume (Anything that's fruity smell or anything nice!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elseve shower set (Shampoo, conditioner, anti-frizz serum, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send my phone for G-mask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slipper/Shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bagpack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treat me for hair highlights! (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A date with the dirty little secret, &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Surprise me, girrl.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAYBE&lt;/u&gt; cigrattes for me to survive at least a month? HAHA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;You choose. If I got something in mind, I'll add. Just maybe. Sheesh, I really wish I get all, sheesh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;..be without you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115160529291182020?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115160529291182020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115160529291182020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115160529291182020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115160529291182020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday Wishlist.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115156046592874427</id><published>2006-06-29T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:54:25.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funfun~</title><content type='html'>I had an orgasmic fun with Johan yesterday. (: Just marvellous. I want that on my birthday! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BJ ROCKS&lt;/span&gt; my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. OOP later. Left DCS tomorrow. Money check: &lt;u&gt;BROKE&lt;/u&gt;! Gah! Planning not to work at McCafe ready. Pathetic. And I'm still searching. Anyone wanna recommend me? &lt;strong&gt;Tell me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I get to go to Fish&amp;Co D&amp;amp;D, yay! Being a pioneer there, of course. (: But I have to perform with TM staffs, sheesh! And oh, theme is black and white summer wear, yet another sheesh! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Broke = NO SHOPPING!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sad sad. Advanced birthday present, maybe? Anyone? Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to go shower then eat then school. Gah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Boyfriend, get well soon okay. Don't stress over the project. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..11 days to go..&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/7140759-115156046592874427?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115156046592874427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115156046592874427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115156046592874427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115156046592874427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/funfun.html' title='funfun~'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115133343763790988</id><published>2006-06-26T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:50:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY IS FUN. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ACS was rubbish, but I think I could do. (: Okay, so Johan followed me in the end to Cityhall to meet up with the girls. We killed time by going to Gelare. Had oreo cheesecake, iced chocolate and banana milkshake. All nice nice. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5.20pm moved to outside Cafe Cartel since Ayn and Tatia were there. It was a lepak moment. Haha. Me and Ayn were busy with our laptops, sheesh. Bluetooth being sucha bitch for a moment. Only managed to send 5 or 6 videos. Gah! I didn't even realise the time that we went off from there. We headed to BK at Marina. One kecoh moment I tell you, sheesh! Then then we headed to Marina BIG staircase and everyone just did their own agendas, sheesh! And Ayn became our personal hairdresser. Thank you dear! Hehe. Oh she cut my hair! Tatia, Sharain and Izie too! Sheesh, we're all so happy with our new haircuts. And oh, Sharain's hot lah with the new do that Tatia and Izie did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it all ended I think about 8++ then we headed to the toilet where it all happen again. (: And all go separate ways. (: How fun and pretty tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why nowadays I keep updating long entries eh. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00135-editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00135-editted.jpg" border="4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just girls...with new haircuts! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to Maths. Sheesh I hate SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;..just us, girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115133343763790988?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115133343763790988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115133343763790988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115133343763790988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115133343763790988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115121689785886225</id><published>2006-06-25T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T14:28:17.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pheww.</title><content type='html'>So had that little chat with the boyfriend. Sort of a confession and it's all good. Glad that he's not mad or anything. And I feel err, relieved? Yeah. Insecurities will always be with me. But damn to whoever out there who's actually chasing the boyfriend. Gah, whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I even forget whether to care about these people or not. Sheesh. No one actually have a thought about me. Sheeeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;..it's all about you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115121689785886225?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115121689785886225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115121689785886225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115121689785886225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115121689785886225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/pheww.html' title='pheww.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115118142570585389</id><published>2006-06-25T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T04:37:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashbacks.</title><content type='html'>I seriously think that the thing thats bothering me is IRRITATING. I like to assume somehow. So, is it for real? I chose not to believe that it is but it just overrule my mind at this point of time. And yes, history is repeating itself, for sure. I'm just waiting till the time the truth is told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a VERY good actor, DEFINITELY. God, why am I so blind? Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..not again..&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/7140759-115118142570585389?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115118142570585389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115118142570585389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115118142570585389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115118142570585389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/flashbacks.html' title='flashbacks.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115114607578870283</id><published>2006-06-24T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T19:39:35.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED.</title><content type='html'>//edit - I need someone to talk to, pleaseeee. Gah! - edit//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone just loves to leave me alone ehh. Firstly, my sisters. Then now, even the boyfriend is outside. THANKS EH PEOPLE. Suke tinggalkan orang kat rumah sorang-sorang. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell am I suppose to do &lt;em&gt;siak&lt;/em&gt;?? Fuck, life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115114607578870283?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115114607578870283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115114607578870283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115114607578870283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115114607578870283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/bored.html' title='BORED.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115113048564938296</id><published>2006-06-24T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T14:28:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday.</title><content type='html'>My head is still spinning. Its the same aas if I just came back from clubbing. Its the exact same feeling tau. Abit of hang-over and that squishy feeling in the stomach, sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so yeah I did reach home at 7.30am just now. Came back from boyfriend's. It's kinda like sleeping over but not sleeping over. I was worried that my sister will sulk and not talk to me like forever if I never go home, so I decided to leave boyfriend's place at 6. And I managed to sleep at 2.30am after much of boyfriend persuading lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, let's rewind back what the hell I do the whole day yesterday okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, woke up at 11-ish in the morning I think. Went online. Somehow managed to make another skin, nyeh! And only to find out that its 2 already! LOL. And so I rushed to the bathroom and everything. And somehow managed to get out of the house at 3. Haha. And so I thought it would be easier for me to take bus to town so I walked to the bus stop only to find that I missed the freaking bus. Big SHEESH! So waited for awhile but it seemed that another 105 came late so I decided to walk to the MRT station and sheesh, it's quite a distant. I was briskwalking, I swear. And the best thing I missed the train too! SO if not, I won't be late but in the end I reached Lido at 4.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the part of searching for the in-charge was a bit fucked up. I went to the McCafe below.and search for Fizah and the person said she's at one on top. So I went up and asked them where's Fizah, then they said she's downstairs! Then I was like, SUKE EH! Sheesh. I was already late then they're making me go up and down just to find this freaking person, stoooopid ah! And so I went down again, and FINALLY met her but I still have to wait for her lah. It was pretty busy yesterday and they are really short of people sia. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I followed her to the main Mac at Shaw Centre to get my uniform. ALL IS PROVIDED, how interesting. Then I changed and I swear the pants is freaking long for me lah. I was walking around Mccafe pulling it up but it kept going down and stuffs. It's stupid lah okay! I had to do lobby first, sheesh! Then halfway, I heard someone calling me from upstairs and sheesh its the boyfriend. So malu, cann! I was surprised la, I mean I don't expect him to be there cos he told me he's out with the brothers and stuffs. But what a bummer la, I can't even spend time with him cos I went to a band concert at TP with Johan. And somehow, while working I was half-heartedly wanna go for the concert since they told me I ended at 8 supposedly. But Johan was waiting for me with boyfriend and Norman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, doing lobby was pretty much tiring lah. I think no point wearing a make-up, I tell you! But overall, I only like the uniform okay. Hurhur. And somehow, I managed to talk to the manager to let me off earlier cos I was only informed that I'll end at 6. But somehow, he only let me off at 6.30pm which was pretty much very late for me and Johan. So we were rushing lah, don't know whether to take cab or train but in the end take train to Bedok and take cab there. Sadly, no cab at Bedok. After 15-20 minutes, then we found a cab lah. Time check: 7.30pm. SHEESH! And the concert starts at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add salt to the wound kan, the driver don't know how to go TP. Stoopid ah. He brought us to TPJC instead. Really stupid I tell you. SO we reached TP at 8 I think. So we went to the freaking dumb concert. (No offence Johan.) But I think you would agree right! Sheesh, all the way I was like being a critic. A mean one! Haha, Johan was embarrassed to bring me I think. Haha! It all ended at 9.30pm and then thats when I went over to the boyfriend's to eat. I was like craving for chicken. So I called him and say I wanna eat chicken rice or KFC fried chicken. HAHA! Weird. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, I was talkative yesterday with boyfriend. We talked so much from A to Z, I think. From his center-parting hair to his spiky hairstyle. Funny tau to have this kind of conversations with him. We talked until we didn't realise the time. Time check: 11.45pm!! Oh great, I'm supposed to like go home but I'm stuck here. Cos why, my sister never reply my text saying whether I can sleep over or not, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yeah. The boyfriend funny lah. We were talking about those days he was admitted to the hospital cos of his calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Translated to English.)&lt;br /&gt;Him: Serious ah, you go try and stay in hospital for 1week!&lt;br /&gt;Me  : &lt;em&gt;(giggling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Seriously ah! It was irritating and frustrating sia. Go try ah!&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Okay lor, I've been dying to be admitted to the hospital seh.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Eh, don't eh!&lt;br /&gt;Me  : &lt;em&gt;(laughing out loud)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask people to try but then when I wanna try he don't allow. HAHA! Oh another classic one. At that point of time, he was using a 7210 (non-camera phone). As what he claimed it to be, boring phone but still love it. Haha! Funny eh he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I talked to much now. It's effing long lah the entry. Sheesh, and I'm hungry again. Okay, I wanna go fix something for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..boring phone tapi sayang!..&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/7140759-115113048564938296?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115113048564938296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115113048564938296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115113048564938296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115113048564938296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday.html' title='yesterday.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115099935764096207</id><published>2006-06-23T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:02:37.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheesh.</title><content type='html'>And I don't know that it's raining lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sometimes I just don't what is the rights and wrongs in life anymore tau. Don't you guys sometimes feel that way too? I mean, okay my bad if I've never been a good girl who would actually admit their wrong doings. But when I apologised, it became another issue. IF I never apologised, that's what we all called &lt;strong&gt;Ego&lt;/strong&gt;, right. I know. So now, I've &lt;em&gt;BEEN&lt;/em&gt; trying to avoid conflicts between boyfriend and myself. I mean who does like conflicts, eh? I kept telling myself not to be angry when he's angry or anything. Okay, I shall skipped all those complications. And just stick to confused, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, people just fail to be funny eh? For a good example like me. So I got to know that I don't have a sense of humour. Sheesh. Let's put it in a nicer way.. My sarcasm overrule my sense of humour, maybe? You'll get my drift lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johan! Kak Ayn! Kak Yan! ANYBODY WHO READS MY BLOG! I don't have any sense of humour eh eh? I wanna know can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I'm disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;..not again..&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/7140759-115099935764096207?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115099935764096207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115099935764096207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115099935764096207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115099935764096207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/sheesh_23.html' title='sheesh.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115080606585163731</id><published>2006-06-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:43:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet-another;</title><content type='html'>//editted- &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/96209"&gt;Swirls Turqoise&lt;/a&gt; Last night I gave the wrong ID. Sheesh. Okay go see. -editted//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Yet another one. Maybe something inspire me. And and anddd.. I am SOOO sick. Freaking hot. A bad bad nose block. And unfortunately a dry cough. Gah. Now I'm having migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this will only make me mad. Then how to partyy with the ladies tomorrow, sheesshh! Oh oh, McCafe here I come. Sheesh. No NTUC. ): But looking on the brighter side, at least I got a job eh. Oh oh, people is unemployed.. You're welcome to join me. (: They are really desperate, let me tell yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;..blocked nose..&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/7140759-115080606585163731?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115080606585163731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115080606585163731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115080606585163731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115080606585163731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/yet-another.html' title='yet-another;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115072941822795506</id><published>2006-06-19T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:03:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anugerah.Skrin</title><content type='html'>I'm glad that Huda and Shahril won. Nyeh. But I think Shah and Huda will be &lt;em&gt;MUCH&lt;/em&gt; better eh. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/shahiskandar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/shahiskandar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/huda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/huda1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/huda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see see! Sheesh. Then you know what my sister say why Shah didn't win.. Because I never splurge on voting for him just like how I splurged on Taufik and Syed Azmir. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, irritating. Anyways, I just won't stop sneezing. Sheesh. Sick, not yet again pleaseee. The girls are yet to have an impromptu outing this Wednesday. Sheesh. Addictive ehh. Alamak, I'm still agitated by why Shah didn't win. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;..mean it like how you say it..&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/7140759-115072941822795506?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115072941822795506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115072941822795506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115072941822795506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115072941822795506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/anugerahskrin.html' title='Anugerah.Skrin'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115063089625478842</id><published>2006-06-18T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:41:36.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.Me.Thru.</title><content type='html'>Something random from a particular chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him : why you become lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;me  : why cannot?&lt;br /&gt;him : don't know leh, like wasted like that.&lt;br /&gt;me  : well, first of all.. girls understand each other much better than you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;him : hahahaha. ok. but it won't be the same if you're with a guy..&lt;br /&gt;me  : bagus lah kalau tak same. kalau same, we won't be lesbians.. you see..&lt;br /&gt;me  : (:&lt;br /&gt;him : mampos! what i mean is... alah, you know..&lt;br /&gt;me  : wth. its all not about sex, sweets. NEVER. you'll know it if you found the one. (:&lt;br /&gt;me  : tak caye, gi lah try jadi gay. ;)&lt;br /&gt;him : ahh best lah tuu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, he's weird. Well, I'm tired of answering all those weird questions. But I know it'll lead to a funny ending. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, this will only remind me of her. And her birthday is coming up. Sheesh. And she asked me out instead. Shouldn't I be the one? Sheesh. And urm, its awkward though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;..lost without you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115063089625478842?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115063089625478842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115063089625478842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115063089625478842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115063089625478842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/lovemethru.html' title='Love.Me.Thru.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115060657560422719</id><published>2006-06-18T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:56:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH!</title><content type='html'>Ahh, I saw Paris Hilton's video 3days ago. And wow. I like her song though although Shikin had managed to psycho me that she's a bimbo. But wait, a bimbo with the voice? Sheesh, thats so wrong. Anyways, I love her songs lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-115060657560422719?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115060657560422719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115060657560422719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115060657560422719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115060657560422719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh.html' title='OH!'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115060584292250379</id><published>2006-06-18T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:44:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such as;</title><content type='html'>Lalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to update last night but well.. Blogger has been such a ahemm, period. Well, last night was great. Despite being tired, I still managed to celebrate Father's Day with his family. (: Ate at Esplanade and it was rather worth it, for me though. (: We went to Borders, then to Serangoon Gardens just to get the tauhui, sheesh! Then me and boyfriend headed to town to catch She's The Man. And I must say that show had made me laugh out tears. Gah. &lt;strong&gt;AND AND&lt;/strong&gt; I swear &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Channing Tatum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is freaking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOTT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow, he's sooo hot. Just like her. Sheesh. Okay.. Anyways, I've yet to catch Bench Warmers. Sheesh. Ohh ohh, I thought I have to go to work again sekali it was just a dream la, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHEESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Okay, this means I've to go find one &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAST&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..still on my mind..&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/7140759-115060584292250379?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115060584292250379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115060584292250379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115060584292250379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115060584292250379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/such-as.html' title='such as;'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115039404000336851</id><published>2006-06-16T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:54:00.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LadiesNight.</title><content type='html'>The night with the ladies is the last thing I'm gonna forget, I hope. (: Only God knows how much fun we all had. Cheekys and Devils were great, definitely. Been ages that I've danced from 11pm till 6am. House and RnB/reggaeton are TOTALLY different thing okay. (: But I guess the second last song at Devils really made mine and Ikin's night la okay. (: FUN FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most favourite picture okay. All of us somehow managed to squeeze into one. Thanks to my marvellous phone, definitely! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, both of my legs are definitely still aching. I couldn't walk down the stairs properly. May sound exaggerating but I'm not. Sheesh. Okay, I need the I-squeeze now, pleaseeee. Gah, i can't get over the Ladies' Night okay. Non-stop dancing. From 7 to 6 to 5 to 4 then we're just down to 3 till closing. (: And I'm effing sure that she's effing hot. Turned my world around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- For memories sake, you're just my dirty little secret. But somehow, Ikin knows. (: Gah, can't get over it okay. Well night spent ladies.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;..my dirty little secret..&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/7140759-115039404000336851?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115039404000336851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115039404000336851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115039404000336851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115039404000336851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/ladiesnight.html' title='LadiesNight.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115019779949625647</id><published>2006-06-13T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:23:19.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marathong.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm pretty much shagged from all those late night sleeps and all. Thanks to all the DVDs we got from JB. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 3days straight that I watched DVDs day and night. How fun. But seriously, the love.generation asked me out clubbing but refused just for my DVDs. (: How sweet. Su said that I'm a no lifer. Ha, whatever kid. At least I enjoyed myself. And urm, I always chose the wrong last movie to watch. For the 3 days, I always ended up in tears. Ha, nice nice shows must say. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right, and I swear I love my phone now. (Ok, ignore the fact that it's a no more flip phone) Ha, and I can't wait for tomorrow. And oh, I haven't even pack my bag. Sheesh. And oh, will be accompanying my dearest Jane to the doctor tomorrow. We'll cry hard together okay dear? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm very very hungry. Have not been eating since morning. Gah. What they always say? A hungry woman is always an angry woman. Gah. Rubbish doks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..exit to exit, ladies..&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/7140759-115019779949625647?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115019779949625647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115019779949625647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115019779949625647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115019779949625647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/marathong.html' title='marathong.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-115003776887288043</id><published>2006-06-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:56:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy.</title><content type='html'>Such as being lazy. Hmmm, tell me more about it cann. Well, pretty much one of the skins thats for sale. Sheesh. Particularly not in the mood for skin-making. Hmmm, and and I get very hungry every once awhile. Gah, its irritating okay. And and, its only the fourth day. Gah, but I'm really glad it didn't come on the 14th. *biggest grin ever!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been doing alot of dvd marathon lately. (: Last night I managed to watch 3 and just now 2 and later 2. Fun fun. Okay, tell me about fun. I haven't even do my E-learning shit. Stooopid to whoever creates this E-learning shit. Stooopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yoghurt here I comes. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..just another day..&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/7140759-115003776887288043?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/115003776887288043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=115003776887288043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115003776887288043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/115003776887288043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/lazy.html' title='Lazy.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114997568675456087</id><published>2006-06-11T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T05:41:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Highly devoted to Hairul Sahril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my vows to you till death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Siti Aisyah, will always remain true to you no matter what shit happens between us. Feel my heart beats and you will find that it's beating for you. I just want you to stay by my side. Since that first day I saw you, I knew. There's never a day without you. I will never be complete without you. And you, Hairul Sahril, being next to me.. I wouldn't want it any other way. Through the ups and downs, I wanted you to form the world. I'm always going to have you in my heart and I knew this from the very start. You would always mean the world to me. You know I always love to see you smile. So smile for me handsome. Everyday and forever will it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince&amp;Me.II touches me deep down. I sobbed my way through. And made me love boyfriend all over again. And all the flashbacks start playing in my mind. (: And for that, I'm inviting you all to my wedding in which will be in 6 and half hours time. Sorry for the last minute invites, okay best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-114997568675456087?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114997568675456087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114997568675456087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114997568675456087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114997568675456087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/highly-devoted-to-hairul-sahril.html' title=''/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114977652751289346</id><published>2006-06-08T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:22:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesh.</title><content type='html'>And I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Does loving a girl much worse than loving a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the same?&lt;br /&gt;Because basically, I can't get rid of someone inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But I think its a threat to the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;..i still..&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/7140759-114977652751289346?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114977652751289346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114977652751289346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114977652751289346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114977652751289346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/sheesh.html' title='Sheesh.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114952213691401519</id><published>2006-06-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:42:16.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long gone love.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm a bit over the board when it comes to changing my phone. As always. Its the same of letting go of your loved ones. So difficult but yet have no choice. Sheesh. Surprisingly (or maybe not surprising anymore) I cried thinking that I have to let go of my phone. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy as what you think but anyways boyfriend managed to distract me. And all he has to do is psycho me and keep telling me that I'll always have a better phone. (: Thanks love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..its hard but yet..&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/7140759-114952213691401519?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114952213691401519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114952213691401519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114952213691401519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114952213691401519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-gone-love.html' title='Long gone love.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114945193233045783</id><published>2006-06-05T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T04:12:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa-loving.</title><content type='html'>030606. A day to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reunion among the mates and I swear it was pretty-smchetty. Okay, minus the janji melayu, minus the long walks, minus the 36 degrees celcius and minus the crowds. And all you get is FUN. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/PIC_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/200/PIC_0149.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;Okay ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wonder when will be mine and the boyfriend's turn go Sentosa eh. Okay you're missed. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-114945193233045783?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114945193233045783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114945193233045783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114945193233045783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114945193233045783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/sentosa-loving.html' title='Sentosa-loving.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114924027044346368</id><published>2006-06-02T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:24:30.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support me, okay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/93365#"&gt;GO HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with submitting my simplest skin ever.  This is what I do if I really got nothing to do. Be friends with Blogskins. (: Support me, can? Rate me or whatever. I feel like as if my account is dying there seh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to wee-wee. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..i won't say goodbye..&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/7140759-114924027044346368?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114924027044346368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114924027044346368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114924027044346368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114924027044346368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/support-me-okay.html' title='Support me, okay!'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114922771305989197</id><published>2006-06-02T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:55:13.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being saved!</title><content type='html'>My ass is being saved by Johan. Haha. Mainly because the only motivation left its to offer my ass is he &lt;strong&gt;WERE&lt;/strong&gt; to attend school today. So as I've expected it, we won't even turn up. The only day is test period. (: And so I predicted that I won't be seeing him next year. Which I really think that he deserves it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I so can't wait for the 14th lah eh. Party with the girls. Yayness. And and &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;, 2weeks after that will be my term test. Thanks lah eh. Sheesh. And oh, The Nun is out already, &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..what you're made of..&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/7140759-114922771305989197?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114922771305989197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114922771305989197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114922771305989197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114922771305989197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/06/being-saved.html' title='Being saved!'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114901429889905997</id><published>2006-05-31T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:17:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-men&amp;fondue.</title><content type='html'>/edits/ I charity-ed some kids' foundation. (: 5 any of the tulips for $2. Good good. At first all I saw was the range of purple tulips. Okay, something to die for. Out of all things, I think that had made my day. (: But sadly, we were only given a pathetic plastic and so Johan went to fill it up with water. And he came out with this &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/SP_A1115.jpg"&gt;PETALS&lt;/a&gt;. So upset loh. But anyways, I did something good today, atlas. Nyeh. /edits/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-men with Ikin and Johan at Marina. Me and Johan got the tickets first since we finished early. Decided to go find my new love. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; to my surprise, it's gone. And I was upset. Plus E-NETS made me furious. Gah. And I realised that I ate alot today. Nyeh. And I'll be broke till next week. All thanks to E-NETS lah eh. Gah. X-men was great. Fondue &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; impromptu. All my idea. (: It was all love. With 2 of my best buddies. (: I love. Esplanade after fondue. Super lepakness, why? Hottest topic, &lt;strong&gt;"Imagine how transitites sound like when they're having sex"&lt;/strong&gt;. Nyeh. We were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; uberly random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Johan just told me that Xavier is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; alive. It showed after credits. Like CB right, why? Cause we're typical kiasu Singaporeans who like to go out early right after the movie ended. Gah. Okay, I'm enough irritated for today till I'm hungry again. Sheesh. And I'm still irritated cause we didn't stay for credits. Sheesh. Okay watch again loh. Anyone wanna watch with me? (:&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;, Mystique is so uberly hot when she's human naked. Sheesh. Makes me blush. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my stomach is &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..i don't know..&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/7140759-114901429889905997?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114901429889905997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114901429889905997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114901429889905997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114901429889905997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/05/x-menfondue.html' title='X-men&amp;fondue.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114884147914216651</id><published>2006-05-29T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T02:37:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah.</title><content type='html'>One word. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Report by later at 8am. Not done even one. Mishaps happened. Work and me. Resignation &lt;em&gt;pending&lt;/em&gt; by Sunday. ): Enough stress and thanks to that old gay man. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howells. Joo Chiat just now. Last minute planning. (: New found love. (: Classic conversation and it goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: You know the other day, Ken gave testimonial to Shikin saying "Is that really Aisyah? Haha. Woah! Luckily she's not like that now." You know like that time, eyebrows so messy, me so dark, etc. Very the ugly one. Ayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/Gee.jpg"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/Nice.jpg"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6497/258/1600/Urh.0.jpg"&gt;Biggest bug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; : Hahahaha. Ugly ugly pun, I'm still with you kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basket kan. If you get what he's trying to say lah. He said that he's joking but I have the feeling that it's true, ha. Then bloody basket him again. Was crossing a tiny road but there's a huge lorry blocking the view of any upcoming vehicles. So he was like peeping to check since I was behind him. Then it's clear, we crossed then he like e-break like that in the middle of the road as if there's a vehicle coming from the other direction then I almost screamed lah by the way. Suke lah pulak. It was the scariest moment on earth okay! And he thinks that's funny but actually it's not. Super disturbing okay. I think he wants me to die faster. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Whenever I stopped for awhile to think what else to say here, the word &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPORT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; appears in front of my eyes. Gah. So I think I shall carry on with my unfinished &lt;em&gt;dumb&lt;/em&gt; report on &lt;u&gt;Singlish&lt;/u&gt;. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a crushed snail. Gah. That's &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; disturbing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..i can't go on anymore..&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/7140759-114884147914216651?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114884147914216651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114884147914216651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114884147914216651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114884147914216651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/05/gah.html' title='Gah.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114858990519587169</id><published>2006-05-26T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T04:45:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning blues.</title><content type='html'>Feelings brought me far. And it makes me feel that certain things ain't gonna happen right. And Hairul, the entry isn't for you kays. (: Not letting you go &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E-V-E-R&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna let go of &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; girl that has &lt;u&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/u&gt; been misleading me all this time. ): Upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's late and I'm suppose to sleep okay! School in 5 hours' time. Baik ah masih belum tidur. Best. Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..i don't wanna be a murderer..&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/7140759-114858990519587169?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114858990519587169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114858990519587169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114858990519587169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114858990519587169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/05/morning-blues.html' title='Morning blues.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114852363212210327</id><published>2006-05-25T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:20:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late for Circuit Analysis. Continued with the template and went for Maths. Waste of time cause only 45minutes. Took cab down to Copthorne Kings Hotel. Met up with Izie. (: Interview lasted for urm, 30-45minutes? Should be. 123 to town. And to realise that it's actually a loop service bus. Best lah! Was busy playing name-all-Singapore-street-names-from-A-Z game. Kekekness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Heerens. Old chang kee. Apple milk tea with super sweet pearls (&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE okay&lt;/strong&gt;.) Walked to McCafe. Met up with Salwa and Tatia. Awkward at first but comfy after. (: Shared fried noodle at Cahaya with Izie. Talk talk talk. (: Rushed to Liat Starbucks. I swear like briskwalkaton, which = to kekekness. Then Ayn was in the picture. Settled down at the alfresco. Pretty warm. Played card game = &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;! Super lepak lah okay. Suppose to left at 7pm but we're hooked to heart-attack/murderer till we extended to 7.45pm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with a numb jaw and a tired stomach. From laughing too hard, nyeh. But it was all worth it, ha! Next stop, "self-motivating camp" in 3 weeks' time! Hehe. All settled. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling of satisfied when you do someone's template and they like it?&lt;br /&gt;I mean REALLY like it lah not faking it, ha.&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; realise (today as in 25th May, Thrusday @ 0940) that his template is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; much nicer than mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, spontaneous mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how many times I mentioned that I hate borders/boxes, I still have it.&lt;br /&gt;They say, it's &lt;s&gt;contradicting&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;irresistable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I'm gonna stay to my recent for awhile lah.&lt;br /&gt;Will be busy lahs.&lt;br /&gt;Project to hand in, tutorials to be done and lastly &lt;em&gt;catch&lt;/em&gt; up with the lecturers, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really think that he's not gonna change his template for quite some time too.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;And I swear that girl online is &lt;strong&gt;H-O-T-T&lt;/strong&gt; hot lah! Gah!&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I forgot to bring nail polish remover lah, mangkuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..lalala..&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/7140759-114852363212210327?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114852363212210327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114852363212210327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114852363212210327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114852363212210327'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;Song dedications, laser beams and urm, fountain.&lt;br /&gt;I think it will take my breath away for &lt;em&gt;awhile&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;If only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;..it's not right..&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/7140759-114839736936248432?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114839736936248432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114839736936248432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114839736936248432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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DaVinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been hit by the craze of DaVinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;And poor Fong Tai, ha.&lt;br /&gt;He decided to go home with me but then in the end I ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I was so engrossed reading the article, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the article, only to find out that they &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; pulling people to Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, not the first time ok.&lt;br /&gt;Does my face look like as if I'm interested?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;And unexpectedly, I turned on my notebook and waited and went to Yahoo search engine.&lt;br /&gt;Anh yes, I searched for Priory of Sion, History of Jesus, DaVinci Code and Mary Magdalene.&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm interested in knowing the history, okay.&lt;br /&gt;It's not wrong, right?&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'll be influenced, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, it's interesting how eager you can be to know more about the history.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..the night we're gonna boogie..&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/7140759-114801795672765528?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114801795672765528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114801795672765528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114801795672765528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7140759/posts/default/114801795672765528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/2006/05/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>e-sya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940170650438853831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7140759.post-114796849989325742</id><published>2006-05-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:08:19.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DaVinci+Love.</title><content type='html'>Watched DaVinci Code just now.&lt;br /&gt;I must say it's really a good (read: effing) story.&lt;br /&gt;A chair-gripping story I must say.&lt;br /&gt;With a marvellous twist some part of the end.&lt;br /&gt;And bummer, I won't just stop talking about the movie after that.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after tonight I managed to conclude of what my ex-History teacher used to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at History but not on General History but more on Religion History.&lt;br /&gt;Coolness, ha.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of random, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn, I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now you've read this.&lt;br /&gt;Now go catch The DaVinci Code, &lt;strong&gt;QUICK&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind watching it repetitively! *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..unfaithful..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-114796849989325742?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com/feeds/114796849989325742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7140759&amp;postID=114796849989325742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://sg.samsungmobile.com/en/phone/phone_view/phone_feature.jsp?p_pfid_1=SGH-D820"&gt;D820&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sony Ericsson, perfecto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=sg&amp;lc=en&amp;amp;amp;ver=4000&amp;template=pp1_loader&amp;amp;php=php1_10407&amp;zone=pp&amp;amp;lm=pp1&amp;pid=10407"&gt;K800i&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=sg&amp;amp;amp;lc=en&amp;ver=4000&amp;amp;template=pp1_loader&amp;php=php1_10389&amp;amp;zone=pp&amp;lm=pp1&amp;amp;pid=10389"&gt;K610i&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go compare which one is much better.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure, tell me when you see me online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7140759-114776201879616369?l=ladee-in-hell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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