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type='text'>on the move again</title><content type='html'>alright.. after a temporary stint at multiply, i've decided to move my ass over to wordpress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos im supposed to work on a website for kenneth soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently SCOTT highly recommends and swears wordpress is the hotstuff at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see how this works out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lenenattie.wordpress.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls do check it out and comment pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, loves ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-7566694623233642589?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-6659561965293300871?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/6659561965293300871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=6659561965293300871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6659561965293300871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6659561965293300871'/><link rel='alternate' 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big exam on my patience.. so far so good though she irritates me pretty much hourly.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenny surprised me yesterday with something we've both never done before&lt;br /&gt;he secretly duplicated his key and bought a new access card for me&lt;br /&gt;it's the first time he's done this for a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;hinting that he wants to be with me "long-term"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is good :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also the first time i've gotten keys to a boyfriend's place&lt;br /&gt;feels rather awesome hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;feels like we're taking that giant big step into cementing our relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words can't describe how stunned i was when i got the keys&lt;br /&gt;words also can't describe how annoyed he was when he said i chucked the keys away&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was honestly cos i really didn't know how to react&lt;br /&gt;i need to do something for him in return&lt;br /&gt;in need of ideas now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-9011992624917998186?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/9011992624917998186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=9011992624917998186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/9011992624917998186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/9011992624917998186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;so we had a short discussion on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about ten minutes later,&lt;br /&gt;he messaged me on fb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:14pm Kenneth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you.. very much.. :\&lt;br /&gt;it kindda breaks my heart everytime u say that.. pls dont say it anymore.. :\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart melted&lt;br /&gt;i love him so much now&lt;br /&gt;that it's scaring me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gg to try my best for this relationship&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to be more open-minded just like how i am with my guy friends&lt;br /&gt;and be more accepting of his faults/weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, i pray..&lt;br /&gt;bless us please&lt;br /&gt;for we love u and i know u love us too&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5597605135091964611?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;after that, i did some grocery shopping cos i wanted to make dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Roast Black Pepper Chicken, mashed potato, rabbitfish and country vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had originally wanted to roast some lamb chops but seeing as cold storage had a promo gg on for chickens at 4.99 so i bought the lamb rack, stored it in the freezer and will be preparing it soon.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to st james after that.. got bored at 12.30 am and went home.. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday &lt;/strong&gt;started out pretty badly.. Since i left st james around 12.30, i took the keys and went home first.. and he basically got home only at 5+am.. =/ though i trust him pretty much now.. it got me pissed off cos 1) i wasnt able to sleep cos he wasnt home yet 2) i hadda buzz him up so basically i felt like i shldnt slp 3) i got annoyed cos he could have clubbed for maybe 1 or 2 hrs more; instead he clubbed for an additional 4 hrs.. 4) he reeked of alcohol though i left him pretty high at the club already! *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt sleep that entire night.. its literally a FML right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on sunday itself - he left me to finish up the leftover chicken and went out for satay with his female client&lt;br /&gt;didnt hug nor kiss me before he left :(&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went out for dinner with his family bcos of a visiting cousin&lt;br /&gt;then i found something on his hp when he passed it to me to check something (his hands were dirty) ... which really disappointed me and got me wondering about what he does on his phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt neglected, annoyed and just disappointed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, doesnt it sound like what the title suggests? perfect sat; horrid sun&lt;br /&gt;such a balance..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-2028504478086189491?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/2028504478086189491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=2028504478086189491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2028504478086189491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.. just wanted to say that.. don't know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think im missing daddy n the family a lil too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait to see them all a lil later on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's also j's bday today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm. nothing much to say about that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH, chanced on perez hilton's blog today again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;havent read it in a long long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i realised its also perez hilton's bday today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-620597657013715004?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/620597657013715004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=620597657013715004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/620597657013715004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/620597657013715004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/03/daddys-bday.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8475651821650852313</id><published>2010-03-23T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:40:45.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living with him has been awesome so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everything feels so perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i only hope he feels the same way too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8475651821650852313?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8475651821650852313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8475651821650852313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8475651821650852313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8475651821650852313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-6169556809099856934</id><published>2010-03-15T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:39:20.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>2010 is gg a lil too well for my liking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything seems to be gg so well that im starting to get paranoid again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's stressing me so much that im starting to overthink every single little thing once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw his family is starting to like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his 2 cute nieces are forever always hanging around me and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even his sisters are starting to get curious about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have been talking to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm, well.. its exactly how they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that every1 needs time to warm up to each other.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ken remarked over the wkend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kids and males (at any age) always seem to like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and u know what i was thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was thinking, "err, can i say duh?? lol.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.. i sound so conceited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can tell daddy and mummy are missing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after all, its the 1st time i'm living away from the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while&lt;/strong&gt; being in singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have moved out for approx 2+ weeks now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mel says my dad's missing me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos he sounded sad to her when he said that i dont text him at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i texted him this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but his reply was short simple and sweet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i couldnt really tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i betcha my mum would get jealous i texted my dad first before i texted her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i actually do miss my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i do miss my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im &lt;strong&gt;so so so contented&lt;/strong&gt; being with someone i love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i tend to forget about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my life before this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i was living in australia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daddy tried to instill in me the habit of calling home every sunday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its honestly too bad that the habit never really took on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am feeling guilty now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall go home over the wkend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, its about time i did my laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(though i still have quite a few clean clothes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-6169556809099856934?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1129474875712806622</id><published>2010-03-11T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:44:32.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ewok'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ken'/><title type='text'>the time it almost ended</title><content type='html'>things came to a head about a couple days ago when we suddenly argued out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;and what's more, we even argued in public..&lt;br /&gt;i felt really terrible&lt;br /&gt;and we almost didn't make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we did..... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, things didn't seem to be well the day after&lt;br /&gt;cos the words which were spoken kept running through my mind&lt;br /&gt;and when i went home, i had this strong feeling to check his computer&lt;br /&gt;i then found stuff that made me cry&lt;br /&gt;and think about ending the relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to talk about it cos i wanted to deal with it on my own but failed..&lt;br /&gt;so i eventually woke him in the middle of the night to tell him what i found&lt;br /&gt;he explained that the letter i had found which was addressed to me&lt;br /&gt;was written way way way before we got together&lt;br /&gt;also the photos under his keyboard were of his client&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he called me silly -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he comforted me so much that i fell for him again&lt;br /&gt;its deeper now&lt;br /&gt;its deeper for him too&lt;br /&gt;so everything's fine and dandy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid he'll be upset that I checked his computer&lt;br /&gt;so i asked him but he confessed&lt;br /&gt;he had checked my computer before i checked his&lt;br /&gt;and i was like O.O ooooOOOOHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our situation's so amusing hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me he read my conversation with ewok&lt;br /&gt;and he got jealous&lt;br /&gt;but it got fine when he realised i was talking about him with ewok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he called me a flirt (presumably cos of convos with other peeps, i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1129474875712806622?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1129474875712806622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1129474875712806622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1129474875712806622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1129474875712806622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-it-almost-ended.html' title='the time it almost ended'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-3147717142278728962</id><published>2010-03-04T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:51:52.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you's</title><content type='html'>recently ken remarked that he's been saying "i &lt;3 u"'s to me so much that he reckons he's said it the most to me in just 2 months than with any of his ex-gfs in any of the periods he's been with them for, other than maybe his first love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i commented that maybe he was just "psycho-ing" himself to love me and then i laughed.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked hurt for a second and said no, he really does love me and that why don't i believe him when he says so.. (he thinks im insecure &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smiled but secretly i am happy.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also asked if it was said too much.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said no. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-3147717142278728962?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/3147717142278728962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=3147717142278728962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3147717142278728962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3147717142278728962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-yous.html' title='i love you&apos;s'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1708431388478093642</id><published>2010-03-01T09:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:11:19.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart always gives a little leap of joy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he smiles lovingly at me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everytime he wakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(even for that second he cracks opens his eyes and falls back asleep straight after)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he'll keep repeating that he loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or he'll cuddle me so tight that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always wake him without fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i try to extricate myself from his embrace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1708431388478093642?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1708431388478093642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1708431388478093642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1708431388478093642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1708431388478093642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/03/every-morning.html' title='every morning'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-3109231318727676380</id><published>2010-02-07T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:17:25.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9m555jHRMEo&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never thought that I'd fall in love, love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;But it grew from a simple crush, crush, crush, crush&lt;br /&gt;Being without you girl, I was all messed up, up, up, up&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out, said that you'd had enough-nough-nough-nough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been a fool, girl I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't expect this is how things would go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe in time, you'll change your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now looking back i wish i could rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No i can't live without you no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Til this house feels like it did before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember telling my boys that I'd never fall in love, love, love, love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You used to think I'd never find a girl I could trust, trust, trust, trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then you walked into my life and it was all about us, us, us, us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now I'm sitting here thinking I messed the whole thing up, up, up, up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been a fool (fool), girl I know (know) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't expect this is how things would go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe in time (time), you'll change your mind (mind) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now looking back i wish i could rewind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No i can't live without you no more (without you no more) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me (to me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Til this house feels like it did before (Because it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah (Ah), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, i just can't go to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause it feels like I've fallen for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's getting way too deep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i know that it's love because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't sleep til you're next to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No i can't live without you no more (without you no more) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me (to me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Til this house feels like it did before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't sleep lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the song above says it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately, ken seems to be testing my patience and my tolerance level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really dont feel I can trust him with the numerous things that have been going on for quite some time now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(asking girls out, flirting, secretive, always alt-tabbing whenever i go near his computer(not with the intention of screening), getting a blowjob shooter from victoria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did a blowjob shooter with jus once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt it should only be done between couples or if you're single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how do i continue loving without trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to top it off, without me having to quarrel with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God, I pray, help me to cast my fears aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for they're eating me from within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told him last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he is fun to be with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i always feel happy whenever im with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i dont feel like i will marry "fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do his ex-girlfriends (the ones he thinks are so awesome) honestly don't care about his capricious flirtatious attitude?&lt;br /&gt;.i dont think they loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or if they did, they'd prob never saw a future with him anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-3109231318727676380?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/3109231318727676380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=3109231318727676380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3109231318727676380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3109231318727676380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/02/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1278044465426314806</id><published>2010-01-21T17:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:06:20.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jus'/><title type='text'>memorabilia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;was tidying up ken's room when i found photos of a woman holding a baby under his keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;i believe they are photos of his ex&lt;br /&gt;the ex he's trying to get over&lt;br /&gt;a divorcee with what appears to be a baby&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;she isn't pretty LOL&lt;br /&gt;normally i wouldn't feel threatened by her&lt;br /&gt;but in this case, i do.. somehow.. just that lil bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a lil put off by it&lt;br /&gt;but then i realised&lt;br /&gt;i have photos of jus and espen lying around at home&lt;br /&gt;i even have one of jus buried in a box under my computer table at work&lt;br /&gt;and the framed jigsaw puzzle he gave me is still hanging prominently right over the top of my shelves in my room at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the conversation with jus today&lt;br /&gt;ken told me he wouldn't be comfy with meeting up with my exes (namely jus and espen)&lt;br /&gt;esp since he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im not over jus yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this complicated puzzle of the exes seems to come back every so often within our lives&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when we'll actually be able to ditch those memories&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully bask in the love we share someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1278044465426314806?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1278044465426314806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1278044465426314806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1278044465426314806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1278044465426314806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/01/was-tidying-up-kens-room-when-i-found.html' title='memorabilia'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-516207763388027614</id><published>2010-01-21T14:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:14:47.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jus'/><title type='text'>that man i wanted and almost married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;an interesting window popped up today..&lt;br /&gt;it was jus who hasn't spoken to me ever since we broke up in 2008..&lt;br /&gt;so we had a good catch up session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was really nice to speak to him again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it even brought back quite a few memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was also strange that i could be friendly after hating him for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i finally congratulated him about his wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ken got jealous =D&lt;br /&gt;cos he said the conversation lasted too long&lt;br /&gt;aww~ *happie*&lt;br /&gt;he accused me of missing jus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at that moment, i wanted to retort about him and his ex-gf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i caught my tongue in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i reassured him that jus's bond with me was in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it will stay in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be honest, i dont miss jus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the relationship we shared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was a lil too deep for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will leave a scar on me for the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*emo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBl3yrXqrUE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBl3yrXqrUE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of our songs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-516207763388027614?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/516207763388027614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=516207763388027614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/516207763388027614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/516207763388027614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/01/jus.html' title='that man i wanted and almost married'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-675706027083740749</id><published>2010-01-20T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:31:40.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20-1-2010</title><content type='html'>Today marks the first day where we declared the relationship online. =) and I can't stop smiling. hehs &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the actual first day since we've been dating for quite some time now but actually acknowledging it has definitely taken a load off my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I didn't realise it but it's a pretty good date too. 20012010. too bad october's too far off. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, love you all. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-675706027083740749?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/675706027083740749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=675706027083740749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/675706027083740749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/675706027083740749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/01/20-1-2010.html' title='20-1-2010'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-3978716422263498869</id><published>2010-01-15T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:59:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January the 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today has been a really weird day for many reasons..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on monday, i told &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; that i didn't want to be alone today (2nd anniversary of something impt to me) and he totally understood. =) ok, its not as if we've been spending our days/nights apart but we're definitely gg to be together this day/night of jan 15 2010. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we havent been apart since wed (except when we needed to work) and it's been like this for the last few weeks. to the point that i don't need to msg my parents to let them know that i'm staying at &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;place already cos it's like a given. and it feels good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its that feeling of living on my own and having my own independance and life which i really enjoy. it's also called freedom if that's what ur asking. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mum's been a little curious as to how &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; looks like. she wants me to bring &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; home soon. but i dont feel like i should yet.. but soon, soon i will.. im thinking maybe in march, on my dad's bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he told me this morning with a poker face as we took the train in to work that he didn't feel like gg to work. but he knows he has to because if he didn't work, where was he gg to get the money to marry me? and it was said in such a silly but adorable way that i totally melted! LOL.. aww.. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a little weird thing gg on with a couple of friends lately &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think its the unfriend week since i lost 2 off my friend list within a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;strangely, i dont feel it yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 of them explained to me why he hadda remove &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; and i understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i explained that i have to remove him too since he was gg to remove my bf off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we wished each other the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the other just removed me without a word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a big irony since i was gg to tag her in a BFF post which made me find out she removed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;also supposed to feel like a big thing since she was supposed to be 1 of my BFFs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess nothing's meant for forever eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;temporary breaks also breaks up a forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways we all need breaks now and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who doesn't need a break?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come, let's go, i'll treat u to a kit-kat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-3978716422263498869?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/3978716422263498869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=3978716422263498869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3978716422263498869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3978716422263498869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-15.html' title='January the 15'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-972731626201393593</id><published>2010-01-09T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:41:02.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year new blog new life!</title><content type='html'>heys peeps, just got myself a new blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here would still be where i'd still be blogging about my negative thoughts and whines and complaints.. but i guess i'm gg to have the new blog a lil more upbeat and more current cos im thinking of having it be a lil more public than my old ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for staying with me through my turbulent periods, listening to me complain about every single thing and basically being with me when im down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u all! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-972731626201393593?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/972731626201393593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=972731626201393593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/972731626201393593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/972731626201393593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-blog-new-life.html' title='new year new blog new life!'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-989802449044093126</id><published>2009-12-28T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:33:49.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facing death in the face</title><content type='html'>so my oldest auntie passed away yesterday evening&lt;br /&gt;it was however, expected for the past few weeks or u can say years since she was diagnosed with cancer about 1-2 years back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways just a couple of hours before she passed away, i went to visit her and tried to pay my respects&lt;br /&gt;but it was difficult&lt;br /&gt;it was extremely emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i laid my eyes on her lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;my tears just started streaming down my face&lt;br /&gt;it was shocking&lt;br /&gt;i was totally stunned&lt;br /&gt;i was speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried and attempted just to say her name, but all i could manage was an open mouth imitating vowel-like actions.&lt;br /&gt;and all this time, my tears were streaming down my face endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could feel her pain&lt;br /&gt;the way she had to struggle just to breathe&lt;br /&gt;(in an almost morbid thought, i finally understood the meaning of "laboured breathing")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the way her eyes couldn't manage to open, to look at me&lt;br /&gt;i could see tears glistening admidst her eyelids&lt;br /&gt;and i cried even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen someone on their deathbed before&lt;br /&gt;its totally different from seeing a corpse in a coffin at a funeral&lt;br /&gt;this will definitely hit u&lt;br /&gt;and it'll hit u hard&lt;br /&gt;life is indeed so fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please, my friends, treasure ur life as it is&lt;br /&gt;u'll never know when death strikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear dua-yi&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're at peace now&lt;br /&gt;your life has been difficult with hardship&lt;br /&gt;but i believe u were always happy with what you had&lt;br /&gt;i love u and i miss u already&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tucked me into bed last night&lt;br /&gt;brushed my hair tenderly&lt;br /&gt;and stroked my cheek&lt;br /&gt;then he snuck peeks at me while i slept as he played dragon age&lt;br /&gt;after which, he hugged me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i think i &lt;3 him&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div 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face'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-3520072997806248191</id><published>2009-12-25T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:20:16.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had an odd christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;we got into a car accident&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly, am still happy&lt;br /&gt;and the christmas turned out pretty well&lt;br /&gt;i think its mainly cos of him&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the bad thing is his sisters don't seem to like me&lt;br /&gt;am i too sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;but i am usually always correct in my judgment of people and their behaviors towards me&lt;br /&gt;but in this case, i guess&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll wait for a concrete response to make my judgment of them.&lt;br /&gt;anyways they aren't exactly the nicest people i've met either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-3520072997806248191?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/3520072997806248191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=3520072997806248191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3520072997806248191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3520072997806248191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-odd-christmas-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1925770578017867063</id><published>2009-12-18T10:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:29:49.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf is my problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im starting to dislike him&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if its my period talking or whether im honestly losing interest&lt;br /&gt;or the fact that his criticisms, negativity, complaints are pulling me down&lt;br /&gt;he actually brought a whole new level to the words "whining/complainer/negativity" to my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, he complained that im ditzy at times - that i live in my own world&lt;br /&gt;and that i shld be more practical and be a realist&lt;br /&gt;actually i don't deny that and i didn't&lt;br /&gt;though i am realistic at times, i actually prefer looking at the world through rose-coloured glasses.&lt;br /&gt;but u know if i think practical thoughts, i wouldn't be in the "we're together,we're not together" situation with him now, would i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if that wasn't enough, he complained more about my attitude and even my physical fitness. i ask u, would u even take that lying down? of cos i defended myself!!! then he complained that we always bicker and that he never had any arguments with his ex-gfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HELL I WOULD ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT. for some1 who complains nonstop to me about every single thing, his friends, his job and even about his life. he quarrels with his mum, his sis and even "broke up" with his longtime friends within this year. how would i believe he'd never quarrel with his ex-gfs? were they fucking morons who never said a word/never defended themselves/never had an opinion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD POINT OUT HIS FUCKING FAULTS AND NOT QUARREL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was already living in my own home with my husband and have my baby suckling at my tits. (i know it sounds crude but bear with me) instead of having a fucked up non-relationship where things are gg nowhere and no1 is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of me really wants to find some1 else&lt;br /&gt;at this point in time, maybe more than half&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;~hating him~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND U KNOW THE BEST THING? I COMPLAIN ABOUT HIM IN MY BLOG BUT I DON'T FUCKING SAY A WORD ABOUT HIS FAULTS TO HIM (just so we don't argue). AND HE CAN COMPLAIN THAT I DON'T COMPLAIN ABOUT HIM (READ: HE CALLS THIS MOTIVATION AND PUSHING HIM TO BE BETTER) then FINE, i nag him and then he says HE KNOWS, AND THAT I DON'T NEED TO SAY ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he ends off with a "i don't like people to nag at me but i appreciate it" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he basically picks a fight with me, obviously i defend myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i fight back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he says he doesn't like to fight (WTF, LIKE I DO?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he complains i don't PUSH him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i honestly think he's expecting me to pick a fight with him but im not gg to do that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO we end up fighting about not fighting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we finish it with a let's not fight anymore/let's not do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SAY THESE WORDS WITH ME NOW, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;UPDATE (5 min later): u see, this is why i love my blog. cos i just jot down all my negative emotions and i feel so much better. :) i don't hate him now. its like wth right? but yeah, that's me. i feel more positive after blogging. *sigh* i dread meeting him nowadays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1925770578017867063?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1925770578017867063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1925770578017867063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1925770578017867063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1925770578017867063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf-is-my-problem.html' title='wtf is my problem?'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5212528888593235668</id><published>2009-12-15T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:18:40.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sunday ups and downs</title><content type='html'>on sunday, my heart gave a little leap when he looked deep into my eyes and said, "you are mine. you are my property and you know, i take very good care of my property." it was like a dream... a promise made for the future that i was going to be his; heart and soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling slightly delirious at the thought of my future. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though im still not attached and we still haven't found our footing in this world. the initial arguments have stopped and everything's beginning to be so fine and dandy. in fact, im feeling real positive about this dating partner. hehs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that same day, i lost my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's God's way of telling me that the world has to have a balance. &lt;br /&gt;that on the same day, i felt the door of happiness open&lt;br /&gt;i needed to know that i had to keep my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;by feeling annoyance at myself for leaving my handphone in the cab. &lt;br /&gt;f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck F*CK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, God is telling me I can delete my phonelist, that lil black book, now that i've got the people i care about in my life and their numbers have long been burnt into my brain. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** need money for new phone. =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been staying at shee's place. &lt;br /&gt;i cooked curry chicken last night.&lt;br /&gt;was a rushed job cos i was running late for groceries&lt;br /&gt;was too hungry to care whether the potatoes were soft enough. (they were)&lt;br /&gt;it was a good curry to me (sweet and nice, though it could be spicier and thicker)&lt;br /&gt;though shee didn't like it. =/ &lt;br /&gt;i guess we have different tastes. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5212528888593235668?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5212528888593235668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5212528888593235668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5212528888593235668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5212528888593235668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sunday-ups-and-downs.html' title='my sunday ups and downs'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-448544229903085789</id><published>2009-11-18T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:42:16.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so anyways, was looking through my blogs and realised i only blog about my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its an online diary right? and not many people know about the site anyways.&lt;br /&gt;plus im not some bigshot blogger who does advertorials, have many readers, or am always looking for money-making deals. &lt;br /&gt;nor am i the informative type. to link articles which i find interesting, or debate about pointless stuff/political stuff/random articles... (though i do link them on fb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if u look at my blog closely, i don't blog about my everyday to day stuff though its quite interesting at times and dramatic. *oh the drama mamas in my life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blog about my feelings cos i don't get them across to pple often. my daddy always said im a bottler. i bottle up all my emotions and no1 ever knows until i spill. even then they don't know about these emotions cos they don't know about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i spilt some last night. its been an ongoing thing anyways. always spilling with him. always bickering about why he doesn't like me... im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr j sent me a bouquet of roses again. and i kept wondering why &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; never did anything for me, like send me presents or what nots. nothing romantic-like.. (though i liked when &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; sent me desserts for a period of time but i didn't really like it like it cos i felt i was putting on weight from it!! i also liked when &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; cooked me a special dinner for my bday, wagyu steak/codfish/salad, but &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; kept complaining about the food which i didn't like cos it felt like &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was more experimenting on the food rather than cooking it specially for my bday) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbh, i don't think im hard to please nowadays. i really dont think i am with this guy. with the others, it used to be very different.. in fact, i think i've grown up quite a bit regarding r/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the story, i spilt. i was in a really bad mood till &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; got pissed himself. well u know what, things would have gotten alot better during the night if &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) would just shut up about his ex-gfs&lt;br /&gt;2) stopped telling me stories about the sweet romantic stuff he used to do for his ex-gfs&lt;br /&gt;3) didn't tell me he "informed" his ex-gf about the meteor shower cos "she loves stargazing" and he didnt tell me about it and totally forgot i liked stargazing as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i argued with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says he doesn't do such stuff for me bcos he aint wooing me. he says he didn't even want to get into a r/s this year. he says he's still hung over his bitch of an ex-gf (i really think they fucking belong together. fucked up selfish and egomaniacal pple).he says he doesnt think we would work out anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we aint talking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a fucking bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might take some fucking sleeping pills tonight. if i have some. all i have is a bottle of weak weak really weak sleeping pills. oh wells, if i die due to an overdose, u know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-448544229903085789?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/448544229903085789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=448544229903085789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/448544229903085789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/448544229903085789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-anyways-was-looking-through-my-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-2294297794595112003</id><published>2009-11-03T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:57:00.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>somehow i wish what happened yesterday was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;a very bad dream&lt;br /&gt;all i needed to hear was a little bit of reassurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead he just confirmed my doubts and told me what i was dreading to hear&lt;br /&gt;that he was just afraid to lose me all along&lt;br /&gt;that he didn't have much feelings for me at all when he asked me to be his gf&lt;br /&gt;(that he asked me because he knew that if i did get a bf who wasn't him, he'll basically be expendable and he would fall off my list of priorities)&lt;br /&gt;(although he says now that his feelings did develop when we were together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didn't hurt as much i thought it would&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos i still had a defensive barrier these past few weeks we were together&lt;br /&gt;he also said we bicker too much&lt;br /&gt;but you know what i think, we wouldn't bicker at all if i was happy&lt;br /&gt;and all i needed to be happy was if i could feel something coming from him.&lt;br /&gt;so simplistic in theory yet so hard to achieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a lil disgusted by the response triggered at the simple thought of me being single&lt;br /&gt;pack of wolves howling with laughter at my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all this, i still want to be with him =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-2294297794595112003?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/2294297794595112003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=2294297794595112003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2294297794595112003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2294297794595112003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishful-thinking.html' title='wishful thinking'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5779063874777091116</id><published>2009-11-02T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:28:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sad lil me</title><content type='html'>sometimes i tend to be rather negative&lt;br /&gt;and to be honest, i try really hard everyday to think positively &lt;br /&gt;and it shows, so much so that people often think im this 24/7 bubbly, always happy, forever smiling/laughing/joking character..&lt;br /&gt;ok most of the time, i am that happy go lucky character. hah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life does get me down at times. &lt;br /&gt;and despite me being happy most of the time, &lt;br /&gt;sometimes all i want to do is curl up in my bed and cry.&lt;br /&gt;that's the me which no1 sees. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's bothering me this time around&lt;br /&gt;this past month ever since it's started, &lt;br /&gt;i have been feeling that my current r/s feels forced&lt;br /&gt;he's not happy&lt;br /&gt;im not happy&lt;br /&gt;we both feel that there's something lacking&lt;br /&gt;which is basically love and even then, lust as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know he's with me for practical reasons&lt;br /&gt;he's probably scared of losing a confidante&lt;br /&gt;how do i tell him that he doesn't have to fear that?&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be his best friend than to be stuck in a loveless partnership&lt;br /&gt;it's really goddamn tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its draining me physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know about the physical part all that much but all i want to do is sleep or stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;but then he'll nag at me&lt;br /&gt;saying that i shld go to the gym instead of bumming at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people nagging at me. &lt;br /&gt;there are so many things about him that i don't like&lt;br /&gt;and i've yet to breathe a word about them&lt;br /&gt;but he's started nagging at me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not working&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5779063874777091116?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5779063874777091116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5779063874777091116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5779063874777091116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5779063874777091116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/11/sad-lil-me.html' title='the sad lil me'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1519459123817849767</id><published>2009-10-21T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:16:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the start of something new</title><content type='html'>I still rem how jus and i used to plan and map our relationship out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/7/07 - we got attached&lt;br /&gt;8/8/08 - we were meant to get engaged&lt;br /&gt;9/9/09 - we would be married on this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. 8/8/08 went by with nothing at all, in fact he even picked a fight with me on that day. that month, he clubbed without me and studied for exams while i worked and worried for him. =/ *sigh* in september, he broke up with me via SMS (how tasteless and original)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all that is over now.. enough reminiscing. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND moving on to the good news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/10/09 - the start of something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so it isn't such a perfect date as the ones above but i guess i'm pretty happy with what i have now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he isn't perfect and in fact, he isn't what i thought i'll end up falling for but reality bites, u know? u fall for pple whom u tink and u were pretty sure u'll nva fall for. jaz and shee doesn't have a good impression of him and actually me too.. LOL! he always complains i think of him as a player and i absolutely agree. (just saw photos of him kissing other girls the weekend just before we got "attached", made me lose my appetite though he had a valid reason)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, it isn't official yet and we're still testing waters. in fact, i am still somehow hesitant to let him into my life. i'm so very afraid. T.T the fear of stepping into the known abyss again is terrifying me. and certain doubts about him always surface and cloud my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr b reminded me that i'll only meet the guy i'll marry 2 years later. i felt relieved mr b reminded me of my tarot card reading. because you know what, i don't think the guy im with now actually feels anything for me. =( and i think im quite sensitive to the emotions of others, despite him saying he cares for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't feel it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, reveal thy ways for my path. Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1519459123817849767?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1519459123817849767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1519459123817849767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1519459123817849767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1519459123817849767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/10/start-of-something-new.html' title='the start of something new'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-9167403876881683956</id><published>2009-09-19T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:20:12.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~u'll always be a part of me~</title><content type='html'>i met ewok last night =)&lt;br /&gt;haha. i don't really know what to say here.&lt;br /&gt;except maybe to dedicate this song to u (its been playing in my head ever since i woke up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rdvlw1JyynA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rdvlw1JyynA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't deny i still love u. i don't ever think love ever goes away (in my case), it just gets blurred over time. haha.. and u really meant the world to me at that time.. im such a sucker for love.. v loserish huh? n in a way, i think we got the best and worst out of each other, which is probably why it was the best time of our lives and also the scariest ever, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if its just the memories and the remnants of a feeling so strong that keeps us wanting for more. but ur right, we hafta move on. =D and i wish u all d best with the girl ur seeing now, after all, i know its hard for u to actually find some1 u'll be interested in. hahahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll always be a part of each other. and being friends, we'll never have to "leave" each other ever again.. let's just keep what we had, a memory which we'll never ever lose.. God bless u, my dearest one. =D love u always~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. im linking our song.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwkuS9FlB7M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwkuS9FlB7M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-9167403876881683956?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/9167403876881683956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=9167403876881683956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/9167403876881683956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/9167403876881683956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/09/ull-always-be-part-of-me.html' title='~u&apos;ll always be a part of me~'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-4717489269236613548</id><published>2009-09-09T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:09:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>090909</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;today was meant to be a special day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wasn't that special after all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;although i was kind of hoping maybe i can start a new relationship by today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it would definitely make a good start. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh wells, nevermind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but there's no denying that 9 is a special number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after all, which number can be multiplied and then that sum added together to form the original number again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for example, 9x2 = 18, 1+8 =9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                      9x6 = 54, 5+4 =9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                      9x15 = 135, 1+3+5 =9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                      9x639= 5751, also forms 9.. and the list goes on etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. random grade school trivia for you~ ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-4717489269236613548?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/4717489269236613548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=4717489269236613548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/4717489269236613548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/4717489269236613548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html' title='090909'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-19693976607067170</id><published>2009-09-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:32:07.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FREAKY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a random stranger called out my name while i was travelling home today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he definitely knows me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; i don't know him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SCARY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; paid me for the christian audigier hoodie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which was delivered to my house today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; said it was too expensive a present for me to give &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is true cos there's nothing between us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now i've got to find another birthday present for &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh damn, and i thought i didn't need to shop for &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; present &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos the hoodie was something &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.i hate shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-19693976607067170?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/19693976607067170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=19693976607067170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/19693976607067170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/19693976607067170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/09/eeks.html' title='eeks'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-190677514887722149</id><published>2009-09-07T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:03:27.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears on my pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been sick recently and i'm not getting better.&lt;br /&gt;my temperature's been holding steady at 37.3 degrees for the past week&lt;br /&gt;and my throat feels like it's being scraped with sandpaper everytime i try to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;i get irritated easily and have no mood to do anything&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'll see the doc for some medication later on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of stuff which really annoyed me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;- a person who complains alot (to me), complained that i was complaining about a meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n i was like WTF because i wasn't complaining.. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've been having difficulty getting to sleep recently. and when i finally did, a mere 1 min later, my dad WOKE me up by asking me to sleep in the other room. i was pissed. that 1 min of "rest" gave me a huge headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't get to sleep till an hour later. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i was washing up and i was wondering why my face was sticky.&lt;br /&gt;i gave no further thought to it till i came to work&lt;br /&gt;sheena immediately asked whether i cried last night or couldn't get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;apparently my eyes are puffier than normal and my eyebags were huge.&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i think i must have been crying in my sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what in the hell is actually bothering me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-190677514887722149?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/190677514887722149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=190677514887722149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/190677514887722149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/190677514887722149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/09/tears-on-my-pillow.html' title='tears on my pillow'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-748036173722855026</id><published>2009-08-25T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:18:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sou|reaver says:&lt;br /&gt; u r one hell of a charbo la&lt;br /&gt; should be easy to get guys&lt;br /&gt; but i dun wanna just any1 to cling onto u&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above was written by my bro from mauritius. &lt;br /&gt;made me cry bcos honestly im feeling v v extremely lonely these days&lt;br /&gt;its so bloody frustrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh@r says:&lt;br /&gt; ur nt the only one who says that&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt; but im really tired&lt;br /&gt; i need some1 to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; how i felt&lt;br /&gt;basically told a person who i dun like, &lt;br /&gt;that i dun like how things are gg&lt;br /&gt;and that i dun like the feelings (read: loneliness) that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; evokes in me&lt;br /&gt;im gg crazy. &lt;br /&gt;i think im starting to hate &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-748036173722855026?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/748036173722855026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=748036173722855026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/748036173722855026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/748036173722855026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/08/soureaver-says-u-r-one-hell-of-charbo.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-6040296677483482944</id><published>2009-08-25T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:19:11.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ex loves</title><content type='html'>and so i was online last night. (in facebook/msn/skype)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a rather awkward guy on speed-date. apparently he just tried it out just yesterday (cos u can see wad date they joined) and was still getting used to it.. he's 26, works at a financial institution in orchard in a managerial post... hmmm.. not bad not bad.. his profile pic even looks a lil eurasian although he had a military haircut. LMAO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negative thought: our conversation was quite stilted! =/ but can be worked on. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we exchanged msn contacts and he did ask for my hp but i didn't give it out.. =D hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW FOR THE MORE IMPORTANT NEWS UPDATE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the blue, ewok popped up in a msn window.. so we started chatting and as i've been in a rather emo mood lately, i decided to ask him to webcam with me!! im thinking i haven't seen him in a long while, around 2+ years now from last we met.. and then he decides to shock me by saying, "instead of doing that, let's go for teh instead"!! and this was at like 12.30 a.m. on a monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was exhausted from work. =/ so i declined. but secretly im excited!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of going out, we spent an hour talking on the phone, updating each other on our current gg-ons.. it's so nice to hear his voice again.. however, half of me is is scared of seeing him but the other half really wants to meet him. =/ how how how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; told me "get back together with him la! love is really hard to find!!" &lt;br /&gt;and my face just went -____________________________________-"&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but i found that comment rather nasty. doesn't it sound like &lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; trying to get my hopes up since i'm so excited about meeting my 1st love? ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;positive thought: wouldn't it be great if i finally find true love with my 1st love? and it'll be a fairytale love story spanning a total of 10 years (we've now reached 8 years LOL) we've tried to make it twice, can i be third time lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negative thought: what if d love was really truly gone? and there's no such thing as a fairytale ending? or true love? what if he doesn't love me anymore and it's just wishful thinking on my part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have are my memories of him now. will that be all that's left of him in my life? after all, he'll be moving to aust for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, it's so weird how espen refuses to see me. =/ hmm~ i think he's still angry with me (though he always comments on my fb) but honestly speaking, i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it seem as though a relationship without love will work better than one with love? it certainly feels this way to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-6040296677483482944?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/6040296677483482944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=6040296677483482944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6040296677483482944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6040296677483482944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/08/ex-loves.html' title='ex loves'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1225947302348962463</id><published>2009-08-24T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:00:18.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boyfriend on my mind</title><content type='html'>lately i've been sending flowers to people (even to some1 who is in faraway canada) till i got the urge to want to receive flowers myself. so how? hmm.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so pathetic to ask pple to send me flowers la.. hahahaha.. won't do that.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; calls/meets/dapaos lunch for/calls me out for dinner/or just plain calls me to chat almost everyday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, we still haf no feelings for each other. (i do however have a soft spot which ultimately ensures that i never say no to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.. &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, everytime i leave &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;after a meal/a movie/a short meet/a chat, i feel lonelier and more wretched than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; called me out for coffee and during that 30 min, i urged &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; to get a gf and &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; replied, &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; wasn't interested in any1 at all and that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; doesnt see &lt;em&gt;himself &lt;/em&gt;getting attached this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oddly, i felt irritated. i wonder if &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; gets the same feeling when i tell &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; im not interested in &lt;em&gt;him or&lt;/em&gt; in any1 else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking of getting a bf all day today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, mr b's offer seems rather attractive to me. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought of speed-date, a facebook application which seemed quite interesting a long time ago and that i was "asked" to remove cos some1 (a rich guy who drives a gorgeous over-modified fairlady), insisted i remove it immediately because he didn't want me to meet other guys on it. LOL! and i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but think i shall play with it again tonight. might cure the boredom for now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure it'll be an interesting topic to blog about! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, ciao pple.. i m leaving my office now.. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1225947302348962463?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1225947302348962463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1225947302348962463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1225947302348962463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1225947302348962463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/08/boyfriend-on-my-mind.html' title='boyfriend on my mind'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1776066666937582530</id><published>2009-08-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:11:33.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 bdays</title><content type='html'>this week, we celebrated our bdays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shee, jaz and i did something unusual this year,&lt;br /&gt;we originally wanted to do a macd bday party but that idea got thrown out by jaz (who prob tot it wasn't special or fun) haha&lt;br /&gt;so we planned for a picnic at the botanical gardens =D&lt;br /&gt;so way early in the morning, we gathered wad we liked to eat/drink&lt;br /&gt;jaz picked us up and we made our way to the venue&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly there were not as many pple as i expected to see there cos i heard its v crowded on wkends&lt;br /&gt;but an overwhelming number of the pinickers that day were filipina maids&lt;br /&gt;not that we have anything against them, but they were nt expected &lt;br /&gt;it was hot, it was humid, we were complaining about the heat&lt;br /&gt;but it was still honestly, very fun! lots of laughter, "sweat" and walking&lt;br /&gt;and elfie was obedient in a rascally sense.. d pics are up in facebook.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was just part 1 of the bday celebrations. we prob did alot of memorable stuff this year &lt;br /&gt;so i hope the girls rem this year&lt;br /&gt;i do wish sheen all the best for her move to canada&lt;br /&gt;am sooooo gonna miss her soooo goddamn much.. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple more new guys on the scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr j, who stargazed with me at my place&lt;br /&gt;offered me an all-expense paid trip to osaka, japan (which i turned down)&lt;br /&gt;he's also celebrating his 30th birthday with a function at goodwood park hotel&lt;br /&gt;there's going to be my fave peking duck. =D *yums*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr b, LOL, an old friend&lt;br /&gt;gave me a laptop (hp mini) &lt;br /&gt;now we have 6 laptops at home.. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;offered to bring me shopping for a new designer bag for my bday which is in nov&lt;br /&gt;asked me if i should try being his gf. tryout for 2mths and see if we can click.. LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;also offered me free trips if i was to be his gf. &lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1776066666937582530?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1776066666937582530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1776066666937582530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1776066666937582530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1776066666937582530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/08/26-bdays.html' title='26 bdays'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5890299909022988913</id><published>2009-08-14T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:31:04.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 volvo c70 &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;'s been down lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know if its bcos i've been v curt with &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;lately to the point that he told me straight that he didnt want to speak to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the fact that during this period, alot of guys are vying for my attention so i don't give &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; enough of my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the fact that his ex didn't bother replying his text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over lunch today, &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; hinted at whether we shld be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my immediate response was no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which seemed to hurt him a lil though &lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; nt interested in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want to be his replacement for his ex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; likes me, i'd rather &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; likes me for &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not just look to me for comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however, i am starting to have a lil teeny weeny bit of feeling for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT GONNA TELL HIM THOUGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sat mr a's newest car today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;volvo c70&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im in love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr a. kept joking that he's after me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow i can't tell if its a joke or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~he seems sincere~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he annoys the hell outta me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5890299909022988913?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5890299909022988913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5890299909022988913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5890299909022988913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5890299909022988913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-volvo-c70-3.html' title='&lt;3 volvo c70 &lt;3'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-2932529667693903913</id><published>2009-08-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:46:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate that u always make me laugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why won't he release me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-2932529667693903913?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/2932529667693903913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=2932529667693903913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2932529667693903913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2932529667693903913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-that-u-always-make-me-laugh-why.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1472887496788540941</id><published>2009-08-07T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:39:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; likes music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; likes to dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;is &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; loves being in the centre of attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; been hurt before and is still hurting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; confides in me about anything and everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; isn't the romantic type (unless its a girl he really likes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; likes to kiss and hug and loves to cuddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; likes to confuse me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT he says &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;doesn't like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; don't like him either&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so its really strange when i ask myself, why do i feel sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;update: he just called me.. again.. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tink im feeling too lonely. damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lololol. i bought him a christian audigier hoodie. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last tot: shld i start modelling again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1472887496788540941?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1472887496788540941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1472887496788540941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1472887496788540941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1472887496788540941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-likes-music-he-likes-to-dance-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-7930445922082944022</id><published>2009-08-07T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:06:36.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been getting restless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;increasingly disatisfied with my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i get lonely, spend my time with companions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i don't feel like being home, i spend my time at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when im bored, i find fun things to do. (impromptu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a rather boring life i lead huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been spending time with a certain someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there's no romantic entanglements involved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it feels nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;complicated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fucking confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~a dilemna~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recently, something happened. (hint: an ex's wedding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not a big thing actually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but considering how people have pointedly tried to keep it from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were probably trying to keep me from getting upset??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyhow, i heard about it and fyi, it didn't bother me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what i do care about, is that my best friends who knew about it didn't want to tell me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;probably out of consideration to my feelings. which i can appreciate and understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT i didn't like hearing about it from a stranger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here comes the dilemna, shld i be upset that my best friends tried to keep something "big" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which they knew for a certain period of time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but however which was in fact a small thing, from me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or shld i ignore it? cos it doesn't bother me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it doesn't bother me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though i can't wish them personally, well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd just like to write here that i wish the both of them the best &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the bottom of my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-7930445922082944022?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/7930445922082944022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=7930445922082944022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7930445922082944022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7930445922082944022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/08/secrets.html' title='secrets'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-7714026358877709743</id><published>2009-06-15T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:23:57.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, May 30, 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. check this out.. d post i wrote on d day i first met kenneth.. LOL! in 2004!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday, May 30, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="108593267126591513"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm.. woke up 2dae 2 go 2 church.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;d weird guy whu's kinda confined in camp currently, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gave me a call while i was in service.. lol.. he's like confined 4 3 charges.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 is 4 commitin suicide, d 2nd is 4 tryin dangerous stunts on a bike in camp, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n d 3rd is i 4got alreadi.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn messed up person sia.. feel a little sorry 4 d pathetic fella.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;den after church.. hung around wif dad 4 abit.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;went 2 d lib 2 borrow some bks 2 while away some of my free time.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at bout 4, scott dropped me a call n &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;asked if i wanted 2 watch d day after 2moro.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i said ok.. n hadda wait bout 2 hrs 4 him n his fren 2 meet me.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grrr... longest time i've eva waited 4 some1.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n i actually broke my word on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"no outings wif frenz on sundays except on special occassions".. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm.. but im not interested in scott larz.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n he's not interested in me.. haha.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;en went 2 eat at sakae sushi n starbucks.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;den he dropped us both home n went 2 pick up his mum at d airport.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tink im gettin kinda scared off guys sia.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're either desperate, or psychos, stalkers or rage/sex maniacs.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;d stories scott n kenneth tell.. *shivers* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah bengs.. hahaha.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-7714026358877709743?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/7714026358877709743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=7714026358877709743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7714026358877709743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7714026358877709743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-may-30-2004.html' title='Sunday, May 30, 2004'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-4972736477170153184</id><published>2009-06-15T15:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:42:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;came across this today. certainly struck me as it's something im gg through with atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe. . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were supposed to meet the wrong people &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;before meeting the right one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so that, when we finally meet the right person, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will know how to be grateful for that gift. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is true that we don't know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what we have until we lose it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it is also true that we don't know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the brightest future will always &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e based on a forgotten past;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all, you can't go on successfully in life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the happiest of people &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't necessarily have the best of everything; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they just make the most of everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that comes along their way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe .. . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best kind of friend is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never say a word, and then walk away feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;happiness waits for all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all those who have tried, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for only they can appreciate the importance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of all the people who have touched their lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;May be . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you should do something nice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for someone every single day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if it is simply to leave them alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are moments in life when you miss someone -- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a parent, aspouse, a friend, a child -- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hug them for real, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so that once they are around you appreciate them more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;giving someone all your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with never an assurance that they will love you back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't expect love in return; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just wait for it to grow in their heart; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but, if it doesn't, be content that it grew in yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe .. . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you should dream what you want to dream; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;go where you want to go, be what you want to be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you have only one life and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one chance to do all the things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dream of, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and want to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='maybe'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-463687098295310150</id><published>2009-06-04T02:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:20:42.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil tribute to my "emotion-filled bottle"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighs. been v frustrated lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes my emotions get away with myself and to get rid of all these negative feelings, i pour my feelings into this silly lil online diary.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;thank god&lt;/strong&gt;, i don't take these feelings away with me when i logoff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos i'll prob b a v depressed wreck everyday, with a probably v obvious angry aura around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyways, been wanting to walk barefeet everywhere. think its my attempt at "keeping my feet on solid ground" hahaha.. im weird.. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent yesterday evening staring at the night sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the moon's still beautiful even though it's really small and  the stars haf been very faint lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, wanna give my love to u, my lil online bloggy thing. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really appreciate u. *MUAHX*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-463687098295310150?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/463687098295310150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=463687098295310150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/463687098295310150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/463687098295310150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/06/lil-tribute-to-my-emotion-filled-bottle.html' title='a lil tribute to my &quot;emotion-filled bottle&quot;'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5840606929224750434</id><published>2009-06-01T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:59:13.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Desiderata Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been feeling down this past couple of weeks and was wondering what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;But Praise the Good Lord, for he never fails to remind me he's always around to answer my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;He sent my director a message of encouragement, to pass on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desiderata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you compare yourself to others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all it's sham drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Max Ehrmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this will help any of my friends who are in troubled situations themselves. Always remember, he is always there for you as he has always been there for me. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5840606929224750434?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5840606929224750434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5840606929224750434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5840606929224750434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5840606929224750434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/06/desiderata-poem.html' title='The Desiderata Poem'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8979919760951595580</id><published>2009-05-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:31:07.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is just so peachy, aint it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8979919760951595580?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8979919760951595580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8979919760951595580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8979919760951595580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8979919760951595580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-just-so-peachy-aint-it.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-6870226597684121587</id><published>2009-05-01T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:44:33.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Gourmet Summit</title><content type='html'>been having loads of fun these past few weeks. also been v busy with alot of events..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with new friends. hung out with old pals.. everything's been tip top fantastic.. hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was also a v interesting day for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth brought me to the song of india. it's 1 of the fine dining experiences in conjunction with the world gourmet summit.. we were to sample the food which the royalty had in their respective kingdoms during their time.. and its simply sublime!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the 1st dish to the last, we savoured every bit, swirled the spices around our tongues and swallowed the chewed pieces with a "flourish".. fanfuckingtastic!!! and the service staff were so friendly and treated us like royalty... we even had a royal dancer entertain us with 2 songs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS not to be a showoff or wad, but kenneth and i were the best looking couple there and we were even handpicked to be shown on channel news asia for 1 of their 10 episode programs/series.. crazily fun la!!! every1 was super nice and attentive.. we were easily the most fun table in that establishment. hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pics will be put up in my facebook.. call me for more juicy details! wahahahahahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last bit: i fell down at tito's 21st bday party.. wahahaha.. so SUPER embarassing.. it was my "grand" entrance somemore and kenneth was joking about how every1 was looking at me....... BUT u know wad? i dun care. having kenneth around me always makes everything feel natural and easy... so i just shrugged and laughed it off.. LMAO! HILARIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways falling doesn't mean anything, its the getting up that im always good at.. LOL.. remember, in life, u'll fall down alot but its the picking urself up that shows how strong u are! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up for the week is my 3 day opera program and probably also going to have a meal at 1 of the top restaurants in asia!!!! not just singapore, mind u! whahahaha.. whee.. i just lurve my friends! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-6870226597684121587?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/6870226597684121587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=6870226597684121587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6870226597684121587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6870226597684121587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-gourmet-summit.html' title='World Gourmet Summit'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-3633887702014820441</id><published>2009-04-24T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:53:23.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIMBO, i like!</title><content type='html'>ok.. for this post, i gotta give u a lil background..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got this friend where we had a lil history when i was about 21 years old. it didn't really develop into anything and was totally an innocent matter that got nipped in the butt really quickly with the arrival of espen (my 2nd love). but anyways, late last year, his "gf" at that time contacted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently they were having some problems, and she needed to clarify a few matters with me, namely "why didn't i get together with him in the past?" and so i did, i told her i was going off to study. and at that time, he wasn't the only one who was chasing me. in fact, quite a number of people were after me at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spoke on the phone for abit. and i let her vent her frustrations out on me cos i felt she needed an outlet just like i did when i first broke up with ewok, my first love.. after that brief contact, we didn't talk again.. at this point, i must elaborate, she spoke bad of him quite abit and though i was able to take it, i was a lil skeptical. however, i didnt speak to my friend about this cos i felt it wasn't my place to stick my head in, my head might get chopped off you know!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, just an hour ago, i was speaking to my friend (it's like our annual chat, a really once in a blue moon chat) and the topic of her naturally came up because even though i m not part of it. nor am i taking sides, i felt that if there was still love in the relationship, you had to work hard to get past the problems and eventually find happiness, but i digress, i was still trying to get them to work things out. but he tells me they've broken up since last year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly he also tells me something really weird. apparently, she found my old blog. and according to him, also keeps talking about me nonstop...... in fact, he said she confronts him about me v consistently.. btw i really haf no idea why.. LOL.. and to make matters a lil stranger, he told me she called me a bimbo after reading my old blog.. LOLOLOLOLOL... (yeah, she's smart, really, according to marcus, cos he's damn smart too so i feel smart to be linked to these two, man! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i dun really give a shit. so what if you call me a bimbo? ur entitled to ur opinions. plus, i really dun give a rat's ass because i rather not portray myself as some1 real clever but actually fall short. plus, its very relaxing to be known as a bimbo. wahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why try so hard to look smart? i'd readily admit that im not smart. in fact, my head contains more air than my ass. and i tink i fart quite alot already. LOL. &lt;strong&gt;jokes**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so charlene, honestly, take my word for it. though we have the "same" name, and he has had affections for us both in his past. &lt;strong&gt;i m not ur rival.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u make my head swell when i tink of how u tracked my old blog down. honestly. thx for the bimbo compliment as well! call me when u haf d time, we'd go do some bimbotic things so as to get u a lil less intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and the 20+ msges u bombard him everyday even though u 2 have broken up? what's with that? that's not the advice i gave u. i told u to work things through. not force urself on him! i feel so sorry for him sia.. u seem a lil psychotic now.. but then again, as i told him, there are always 2 sides to a story. if u needa talk, just gimme a call.. im really a nice person once u get to know me. am blur at times, but u can just put it down to me being an airhead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u seem a lil scary to me now. i can just imagine u spouting nonsense about me. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and btw, marcus didn't lead me on, neither did i. and we definitely did not sleep together. we were only 20 for god's sake IN AN INNOCENT ERA. so stop ur lies and gossip about me at least.. thanks a lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;shar aka bimbotic model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i hope u found this new blog too. lemme know k? im too lazy to track urs down if u haf 1. but really, thanks. u just gave my ego a mega boost. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: i do hope u dun give marcus such a hard time. he really is a good chap and friend. and though he's really goodlooking, we really don't have anything romantic between us.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-3633887702014820441?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/3633887702014820441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=3633887702014820441' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3633887702014820441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3633887702014820441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/04/bimbo-i-like.html' title='BIMBO, i like!'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5266470203146199405</id><published>2009-04-08T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:09:45.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>parents are gone! whee.. but doesnt seem like im going to be free since zeh, kor and rach moving in.. zzz.. sigh. and i so wanted to just stay home and play games all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's something that's been puzzling me recently.. why do guys keep asking me to stay single??? LOL.. and it's not just like 1 or 2.. it's quite a few.. so weird.. and btw, they don't know each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of examples of d reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cos he's overseas so i shld stay single till he's back&lt;br /&gt;2. cos he's studying and it's an important period so i can't upset him&lt;br /&gt;3. cos he's single so i shld stay single&lt;br /&gt;4. cos he doesn't know the guy who wants to date me so i shld stay single&lt;br /&gt;5. cos i have to be the bait for guys.. &lt;-- shall not elaborate but its something like being a wingman&lt;br /&gt;6. cos he is too young&lt;br /&gt;7. cos he is not suitable&lt;br /&gt;8. cos he cannot match??&lt;br /&gt;9. cos he doesn't like him. &lt;br /&gt;*blah blah blah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious la.. anyways, those aren't the reasons why im still single.. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, gd nitez, everybody. i'm having a headache. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5266470203146199405?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5266470203146199405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5266470203146199405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5266470203146199405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5266470203146199405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/04/parents-are-gone-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-6981950975375434258</id><published>2009-04-07T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:43:59.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>year of the dragon!!! LMAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/03/16/year-of-the-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-11862" title="fail-owned-dragon-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/fail-owned-dragon-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" width="499" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;pwn and owned pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-6981950975375434258?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/6981950975375434258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=6981950975375434258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6981950975375434258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6981950975375434258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/04/year-of-dragon-lmao.html' title='year of the dragon!!! LMAO'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-2205037521196177549</id><published>2009-04-03T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:25:59.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some nice songs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKvBmtjMyKo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKvBmtjMyKo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2JFpW8uYgTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2JFpW8uYgTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKvBmtjMyKo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKvBmtjMyKo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a japanese one.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEfXlzvzjPM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEfXlzvzjPM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-2205037521196177549?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/2205037521196177549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=2205037521196177549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2205037521196177549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2205037521196177549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-being-hit-by-bullet.html' title='some nice songs!!'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8848377658335578708</id><published>2009-03-26T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:52:58.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHOPPED MY HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat in the salon from 6pm to 12 midnight yest... am pretty pleased with the result BUT THE PURPLE STREAKS I WANTED totally didnt appear.... at all........ sigh. so upset/happy with the hairstylist....... contradicting??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, $290 just flew away~ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i gotta tink about getting my streaks this sat instead.. am tryin to psycho shirley to pay for me... awwwww, come on, only like cheap cheap wad.. LOL.. im going to tell her that.. now, im debating with myself.. shld i go hot pink?? green?? or purps??? hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, shirley is blond. like for the 1st time in her life. we all can't seem to get used to it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for jerric's fashion show in an hour's time.. ^^ fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8848377658335578708?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8848377658335578708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8848377658335578708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8848377658335578708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8848377658335578708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/03/chopped-my-hair-i-sat-in-salon-from-6pm.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-6423091428113283984</id><published>2009-03-19T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:26:28.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im thinking fake boobs and plastic nose.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all cos bak &amp;amp; boo keep talking about big-breasted girls.. LMAO..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........................silly buayas/pervs...........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLUS, i see fake boobs and plastic noses almost everywhere these days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like seriously, sg is slowly becoming a plastic republic!! OMG.. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then again, i've always prided myself on being natural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW, u really can tell if one did her/his eyes or nose, but u definitely can't tell about the boobs.. LMAO.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~so tempting~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-6423091428113283984?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/6423091428113283984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=6423091428113283984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6423091428113283984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6423091428113283984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/03/plastic-city.html' title='plastic city'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-4860884956030757848</id><published>2009-03-18T10:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:29:20.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANTS</title><content type='html'>despite being a peace-lover, sometimes, i really just hate my colleagues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this office is a fucking horrid place... sometimes, i don't even know why i stick around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its just complacency.. i guess its cos i like to float. i guess im too lazy to move from a comfortable spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zz.. not to mention, i started off badly living a lie in this stupid place.. (i had to lie on several occasions that 1 of the lawyers wasn't my aunt...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from then on, it just rolled on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pple get jealous.. pple get upset.. pple start to talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i don't get why pple can't mind their own business and do their work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, just do ur work and get it done right.. is it so hard? and some colleagues can get the simplest stuff done wrong? like hello, stupid??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must gossip and spread rumours all around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then something new happened this morning~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cos i used a colleague's fucking computer for like less than 10 min yest.. and all i did was run searches (i even forgot i was running the search cos i wasn't at her comp) and opened a couple of official-looking folders for less than 10 min.. magically, this morn some weird random shit files were on her desktop and all eyes turn to me as if i was looking through her personal stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss asked me to check her comp and so i did.. w/e la.. so now they're prob saying stuff about me again.. (or maybe im too sensitive but sometimes, i just know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, these are pple who will nva b my friends.. NEVER! i dunno why i bother getting upset about my reputation.... i wanna obliterate these wu liao pple from my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR GOD'S SAKE, i dun even read her blog though she advertises it on her msn nick.. why shld i want to check her comp for fuck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-4860884956030757848?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/4860884956030757848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=4860884956030757848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/4860884956030757848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/4860884956030757848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/03/despite-being-peace-lover-sometimes-i.html' title='RANTS'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-4818994513222079390</id><published>2009-02-19T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:53:00.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cradle-snatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes, i really don't understand why d people who im interested in, are always born in 1985.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find some1 i can settle down with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not be with pple who aren't even mature enough!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my friend gave me the nick, "cougar tan" sia... LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n yes, im tired of playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-4818994513222079390?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/4818994513222079390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=4818994513222079390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/4818994513222079390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/4818994513222079390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/02/cradle-snatcher.html' title='cradle-snatcher'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-3803249537814318619</id><published>2009-02-16T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:54:31.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight - ROFL</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/goix7jFXD9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/goix7jFXD9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-3803249537814318619?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/3803249537814318619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=3803249537814318619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3803249537814318619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3803249537814318619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight-rofl.html' title='Twilight - ROFL'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-7630816567475156020</id><published>2009-02-12T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:45:35.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got my wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im going to be alone on v-day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cancelled d date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-7630816567475156020?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/7630816567475156020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=7630816567475156020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7630816567475156020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7630816567475156020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V-day'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8506518615156448979</id><published>2009-02-11T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:55:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There comes a point in your life when you realize&lt;br /&gt;who matters,&lt;br /&gt;who never did,&lt;br /&gt;who won't anymore...&lt;br /&gt;and who always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't worry about people from your past,&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason why you didnt want them in your future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8506518615156448979?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8506518615156448979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8506518615156448979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8506518615156448979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8506518615156448979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-and-future.html' title='Past and Future'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-7152325601300129396</id><published>2009-02-09T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:18:08.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boss has been a big problem for you lately, but today things are looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the day when all of your hard work will finally pay off! If your boss has been a big problem for you lately, you can say goodbye to any tensions quite soon. There have been discussions going on among the big power players -- they've been about you, and they have been favorable. There will be a huge change in the dynamic coming soon, and someone's ego could get a bit bruised. Don't worry, it won't be yours. You will come out of this transition doing quite well for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story... will elaborate further soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-7152325601300129396?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/7152325601300129396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=7152325601300129396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7152325601300129396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7152325601300129396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/02/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-2503531259852107787</id><published>2009-02-06T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:18:25.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am listening to hello by lionel ritchie in d cab right now.. super emo la.. somemore got martell n beer running in my veins.. lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) m having mixed feelings about alot of things now.. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss espen.. so badly now~ zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-2503531259852107787?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/2503531259852107787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=2503531259852107787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2503531259852107787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2503531259852107787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-listening-to-hello-by-lionel-ritchie.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5020548884992952344</id><published>2009-02-04T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:34:02.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four (TVB)</title><content type='html'>hehe.. i seldom follow the dramas i watch to the end.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it surprises me that im actually at the last episode of this hongkong series!!! HAHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Rh2PJVErH0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Rh2PJVErH0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to speak cantonese!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5020548884992952344?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5020548884992952344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5020548884992952344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5020548884992952344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5020548884992952344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/02/four-tvb.html' title='The Four (TVB)'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-6963897648177372276</id><published>2009-02-01T16:06:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:48:28.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recession ups and downs</title><content type='html'>when pple comment on d way i spend n ask if my family got affected by d recession, i'll go ???.. n say, oh.. not yet, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, as an example of how the recession isnt affecting my family, im currently sitting in my cousin's gorgeous new 2.68 mil 4 storey house, staring at his 50 inch plasma tv n his new bmw parked behind me.. there's everything in dis house.. jacuzzi n swing on d roof, a beautiful view n at least 8 bathrooms.. LOL.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd, n d joke of d day is that they got this house at a discount.. lol.. it was 3.5 mil pre-recession..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so proud of my cousin who's in his early 30s.. ^^ beautiful wife n 3 smart kids.. n now d house of my dreams.. wahahahahaha.. joking.. ^^ it'll b a nightmare to clean.. gawd~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the recession is hitting singapore.. my friend's dad just got affected by it with a 20% paycut. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, pls bless singapore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-6963897648177372276?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/6963897648177372276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=6963897648177372276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6963897648177372276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6963897648177372276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-pple-comment-on-d-way-i-spend-n.html' title='recession ups and downs'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1711104404475114817</id><published>2009-01-28T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:08:19.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY mahjong</title><content type='html'>i finally learnt how to play mahjong!!!! whee~&lt;br /&gt;d mahjong games played on the computers so do not count cos they always have hints whether to "pong" "chi" "gang" or "hu".. hahahaha.. but it's really fun and kinda easy..&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tried it for the 1st time in my 25 years at jun's place and it was eye-opening!!!&lt;br /&gt;then went home and played more with my family on rach's tiny knee-height play table.. LOL.. and this was on the 1st day.. hahahaha.. i lost $13 on the 1st day (learning) and WON $8 on the 2nd day.. whee!~ not bad huh? hahahaha.. any1 learning too? we can play together!! i'm still trying to get the hang of the rules..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, it was a mahjong cny for me this year!&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, i think we're going to buy a mahjong table soon cos my mum's been itching to buy 1 eons ago but the family (namely my dad and i) had always objected.. but now that i've succumbed to the addictive pleasure of mj (JOKING.. i don't gamble... &gt;.&lt; ), i suppose if the ladies in the house all try to persuade my dad just before going shopping.. we might get a table soon!! whee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey jaz, do u know how to play mj?? or does shee for that matter? LOL.. we shld play/learn together.. so cool~ we can then be called "ah lians", "aunties" or "tai tais".. -_-" LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished d book "eclipse" by stephanie myer in 3 hours.. took longer this time cos i was sleepy.. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;em&gt; jaz, why are u taking sooo long just to read the 2nd book?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i felt a tinge of happiness which didnt last when jaz admitted that my sharlene cullen post was quite factual.. THEN, on another thought, upon reflection, i'd like to point out that my prior  post where i quoted from the book wasn't in d same context with the sharlene cullen post. =P meaning, it's not in reference to me.. *bleH* so don't think otherwise k? (i'm really happy with what i have going)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am also looking forward to the 2nd movie though honestly, the movie paled in comparison to twilight which in my opinion, pales in comparison to the usual reading material i have. but then again, it is light fun-filled reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i'll end this post here.. got nothing else to write or i'll just be rambling again.. ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1711104404475114817?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1711104404475114817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1711104404475114817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1711104404475114817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1711104404475114817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-mahjong.html' title='CNY mahjong'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-3542819869569223715</id><published>2009-01-23T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:05:28.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Pig is an innocent, sweet and lovable personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They can also be quite melancholy and over-sensitive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Pig loves the company of others, and adores parties, gossip and chit chat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are highly intelligent, but prefer to keep this side of their nature under wraps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Pig does not care that much for money, but is one of the zodiac signs that is very lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Kav&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is also a pig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-3542819869569223715?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/3542819869569223715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=3542819869569223715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3542819869569223715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3542819869569223715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/pig.html' title='The Pig'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-30047370043372170</id><published>2009-01-20T08:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:16:22.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an excerpt: new moon by stephenie meyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i read new moon, the sequel of twilight, in just two hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll like to leave you with an excerpt which really struck me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a crippling thing, this sensation that a huge hole had been punched through my chest, excising my most vital organs and leaving ragged, unhealed gashes around the edges that continued to throb and bleed despite the passage of time. rationally, i knew my lungs must still be intact, yet i gasped for air and my head spun like my efforts yielded me nothing. my heart must have been beating, too, but i couldnt hear the sound of my pulse in my ears; my hands felt blue with cold. i curled inward, hugging my ribs to hold myself together. i scrambled for my numbness, my denial, but it evaded me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yet, i found i could survive. i was alert, i felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable. i could live through it. it didnt feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that i'd grown strong enough to bear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-page 118-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-30047370043372170?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/30047370043372170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=30047370043372170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/30047370043372170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/30047370043372170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/excerptnew-moon-by-stephenie-meyer.html' title='an excerpt: new moon by stephenie meyer'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8618094210185336689</id><published>2009-01-19T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:39:10.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAD and VDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i have ADD.. haha.. attention deficit disorder.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR as mei mei says, we both have RAD.. RANDOM ATTENTION DISORDER??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been booked for v-day a mth early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as is the norm.. lmao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i feel like i should just spend it with alot of friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want to lead people on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;might get me hurt in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-as always-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8618094210185336689?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8618094210185336689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8618094210185336689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8618094210185336689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8618094210185336689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-have-add.html' title='RAD and VDAY'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-7126764787230050309</id><published>2009-01-19T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:39:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an assistant!!</title><content type='html'>whee!!! my boss just confirmed that i might be getting an assistant soon!!! though i think d temp will prob cover more of my pregnant colleague's work atm cos she's going on maternity leave.. but anyways, dis temp guy would b staying for 8 mths just so as that the company can work out whether im in actual need for an assistant.. weehee! i don't think i "need" one.. but of course, i "WANT" one la!! hahaha.. after all, jaz has 4 assistants!! hmpt!! showoff! LMAO.. but for the time being, im freaking happie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok no, i do think i need one.. haha.. cos my workload has increased from the time i've started 2 years ago till now.. so thankfully, i guess when the new guy comes, it'll time for me to start working on other stuff again.. like defences and affidavits and what-nots.. can learn more of the paralegal thing.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o wells, at first i tot this year started out badly. yeah, i've been really unlucky and my work was getting on my nerves.. so when this news came in this morning, the thought struck me that this might be a turn for the better. and then, thinking back on the past few days, another colleague of mine started being nice to me so im like ??? o.O wad's happening, u know? hmm.. anyways.. i hope this good luck lasts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-7126764787230050309?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/7126764787230050309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=7126764787230050309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7126764787230050309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7126764787230050309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/assistant.html' title='an assistant!!'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-3506689155269504231</id><published>2009-01-14T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:35:55.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it makes it 1 year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear, my parents get on my fucking nerves so much, i can just explode!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dad's on leave this entire week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they're both combining their powers against me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bcos if they don't, they'll b at EACH OTHER'S THROATS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to move out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!RAWR!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's 15th January 2009 tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dreaded day which makes it a full one year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope the stupid bastard remembers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last tot: i don't want to be alone tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-3506689155269504231?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-4106511999282154533</id><published>2009-01-12T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:00:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dad's going for an operation tomoro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;operation cataracts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole family's been trying to act normal but i know they're all worried including me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though its a supposedly small operation and will be done by a top-notch doc cum professor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we still worry nonetheless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos we're family, u know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love u, daddy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully, everything will come out alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he can enjoy his retirement this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*HUGS &amp;amp; KISSES*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-4106511999282154533?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5374855119633849217</id><published>2009-01-12T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:34:08.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess that guy was just acting out of desperation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wad would u do for a $10 red packet??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ewok aka my first love is back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can sense him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~just kidding~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he is back in sg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confirmed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will update more soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5374855119633849217?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5374855119633849217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5374855119633849217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5374855119633849217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5374855119633849217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-that-guy-was-just-acting-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1869104521098119803</id><published>2009-01-11T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:43:38.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live firing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;an mp literally got "fired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an act of terrorism surfaces once again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or just a random act by a crazy fella?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1869104521098119803?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1869104521098119803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1869104521098119803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1869104521098119803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1869104521098119803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/live-firing.html' title='live firing'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-4421930631572423470</id><published>2009-01-11T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:53:10.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random old songs i like</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/naXCGpABh9I&amp;hl=zh_TW&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-9205365323462411186</id><published>2009-01-11T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:14:58.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>almost had a crazy accident.. my dad forgot our audi was auto n e braked in d mid of d road!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cancelled on all appts today.. in no mood to smile at all.. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-9205365323462411186?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/9205365323462411186/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1836092711190758606</id><published>2009-01-11T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:50:21.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoohoo. blogging from church.. i realise im quite a loner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pple often ask me y i appear offline on my msn when im home.. well, its not that im avoiding pple.. its cos when im home, its my private time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introverted yeah? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink im rambling.. zzz.. tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random tot - STOP WAR CRIMES~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1836092711190758606?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-6006256830058101392</id><published>2009-01-10T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:17:29.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be Ninja - Nigahiga !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdLCEwEFCMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdLCEwEFCMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; ryan's so hawt! *grins*&lt;div 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!!!'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-592041187376820424</id><published>2009-01-09T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:15:09.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i really like being alone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZtkcx1B-Vk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song link from chippy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't u wonder who im missing sometimes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT i wonder too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-592041187376820424?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/592041187376820424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=592041187376820424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/592041187376820424'/><link rel='self' 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align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dunno why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do i look like a f**king trainer to u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways a lil more about my current goingons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would u risk a 10 year friendship to go onto something a little more complicated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've rejected him before when we were 17 and when he was leaving sg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dun want to do that again. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but just a little more about the person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;currently he's studying overseas and 99% definitely getting pr there. *zzz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's a bloody very decent guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is it that attracts me to him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i tink it's just the thought of having someone i can't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since he's not gg to be in sg for long and in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however knowing that, he still wants a relationship with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT, i dun want to get involved in a long distance relationship! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;f**k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to auction off a date with me for valentines!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any bids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-4500089688656511106?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/4500089688656511106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=4500089688656511106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/4500089688656511106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/4500089688656511106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-something-about-me-which.html' title='random tots'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8618200223973233446</id><published>2009-01-07T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:48:46.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an egoistical and imaginative post. or basically a hoot!</title><content type='html'>hi, my name is sharlene cullen. here are some facts about me i think u shld know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact 1 - i am a cold one. my blood is icy cold and while growing up, people often remark that i am cold-blooded. i used to be tanned and loved the sun but now i seldom venture out during the day and spend even less time in the sun. and when i do go out in the sun, my skin sparkles like diamonds though it feels smooth like tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact 2 - my eyes, my smile, my face, my attitude and my body attracts "most" people. it draws guys in like bees to honey. however, i seldom get close to them. in fact, i can count the number of people closest to my heart on 1 hand. n i m only friendly when i choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact 3 - my eyes are tawny brown. but i often hide them with coloured lens. weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact 4 - i am fast. well, i used to be. HAHA. was in track &amp;amp; field in younger days. i was even a black monkey growing up climbing walls and trees. and i swim like a fish. also, i like to think i am strong. in fact, i can carry guys if i choose to. but i don't like to use my strength cos im more often lazy than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact 5 - i like blood. especially with steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, am ending here. LOL. hope i brought a laugh to u guys. i'm having fun pretending to be from the cullen family. shall update with more comparisons tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) N i bet u, the latest fashion fad would be to look pale and sick with dark eyebags. =) yay. i have these characteristics. oh and twilight is ok but i prefer anne rice's books. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished the 1st book of twilight within hmm.. 3 hrs of reading!!! LOL. so easy............. now, i need the 2nd book.. or shld i wait for the film to come out 1st?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8618200223973233446?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8618200223973233446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8618200223973233446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8618200223973233446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8618200223973233446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/egoistical-and-imaginative-post-or.html' title='an egoistical and imaginative post. or basically a hoot!'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-329732113579237427</id><published>2009-01-06T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:53:39.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i nva trust men. esp even after ewok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(who had sworn he'll nva cheat cos he was cheated on before) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheated on me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i nva gave my full trust to esp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n i nva trusted jus that much either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. look where it got me.. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both went for thai girls almost immed after we broke up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alas, how coincidental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;must be my fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have been talking to so many guys this couple of months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and while they all are pretty interesting and exciting in their own ways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they also disgust and turn me off.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can u being attached, flirt with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can u about to get married, flirt with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i've learnt that when one has cheated, he'll definitely cheat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so goddamn easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;men are such bastards sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT then again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still a hopeless romantic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are some pretty nice boys around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i only hope i can settle my frustrations and attitude soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-329732113579237427?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/329732113579237427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=329732113579237427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/329732113579237427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/329732113579237427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-nva-trust-men.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8718841064615749715</id><published>2009-01-05T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:31:02.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blast from the past</title><content type='html'>this morning as i was eating some pineapple tarts, my tastebuds suddenly thought of the f*cking delicious pineapple tarts esp's aunt used to make.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward a couple of hours later, lo and behold, esp msged me out of the blue.. hehehe. n it was really fun talking to him again.. there was this really nostalgic feeling as we kept talking about the old fun times we used to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am pretty scared about meeting him up again.. i wonder wad feelings will b invoked upon seeing him again.. after all, we did share a whole 2 years worth of memories.. haha.. will blog more when i see him.. im supposed to sign him into zouk this sat for avb... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to write more. but tink i better finish up my work. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a last note, sometimes i think im thankful to be single now.. WAHAHAHAHAHAHA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8718841064615749715?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8718841064615749715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8718841064615749715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8718841064615749715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8718841064615749715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast-from-past.html' title='blast from the past'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8814127035151733741</id><published>2008-12-29T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:01:35.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.. i cant seem to get a certain some1 off my mind.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its so weird.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8814127035151733741?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8814127035151733741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8814127035151733741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8814127035151733741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8814127035151733741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/12/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-2085419533758032767</id><published>2008-12-28T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:07:23.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna go back to korea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEE! MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS PPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and an upcoming NEW YEAR 2009!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder wad m i going to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;private parties, chill gatherings or clubs???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a separate topic, a friend of 9 years is coming back into my life... i wonder how this is going to turn out n what's going to happen.. hehehehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tink my family n i are back into d korean thing.. been eating kimchi nonstop... eating from korean crockery and using korean cutlery.. and im watching the last scandal now.. d 1 which was recently in d news about d suicide of d leading lady.. anyways, its a really good show.. u guys shld watch... =) i miss korea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-2085419533758032767?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/2085419533758032767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=2085419533758032767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2085419533758032767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2085419533758032767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-go-back-to-korea.html' title='i wanna go back to korea!'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-7378149789456560401</id><published>2008-11-22T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:31:47.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rantings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a word i hate to use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n i hate what u do to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not your plaything whom u contact whenever you're "free"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u don't disappear for weeks and then complain when my life picks up without u in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't believe u when you say you don't even have a min to call me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then i hear you going fishing and spending time with ur friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; then suddenly out of the blue, have the urge to call me at bloody 2 or 3am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just so as to string me along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and better still, have an argument even when we're not together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if u say u want to spend the rest of your life with me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u'll spare some time and all my pictures would have had ur face in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i say WHATEVER, shawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ur all bloody talk and no action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pls dun tell me u know wad u want cos honestly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ur doing a shit job of showing sincerity in wooing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n all ur doing is complaining about my "lifestyle"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dun fucking care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-7378149789456560401?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/7378149789456560401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=7378149789456560401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7378149789456560401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/7378149789456560401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/rantings.html' title='rantings'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1487893269720241543</id><published>2008-11-18T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:48:48.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a short excerpt from msn</title><content type='html'>Dean says:&lt;br /&gt;i banker lah i only logic rule the heart&lt;br /&gt;Dean says:&lt;br /&gt;and women are high risk investments&lt;br /&gt;shar says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;shar says:&lt;br /&gt;bankers are playboys&lt;br /&gt;shar says:&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;Dean says:&lt;br /&gt;only bcos we dont want to get played out by the girls&lt;br /&gt;Dean says:&lt;br /&gt;chasing women is a art much like chess&lt;br /&gt;Dean says:&lt;br /&gt;u cant put all ur eggs in one basket&lt;br /&gt;Dean says:&lt;br /&gt;the idea here is to diversify to control high risk&lt;br /&gt;Dean says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;shar says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1487893269720241543?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1487893269720241543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1487893269720241543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1487893269720241543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1487893269720241543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-excerpt-from-msn.html' title='a short excerpt from msn'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-3571379445445322380</id><published>2008-11-18T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:14:31.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liar liar pants on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.some1's lied to me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if it's not one, it's the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am in the midst of figuring it out though it looks pretty clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.well, i nva liked liars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n i say good riddance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m thinking of cutting the whole group off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah man, shld do that!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-3571379445445322380?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/3571379445445322380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=3571379445445322380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3571379445445322380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/3571379445445322380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='liar liar pants on fire'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8348267171133164117</id><published>2008-11-17T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:58:27.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d past comes aknockin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~SHARLENE is having d most fun talking to esp again~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's like we nva stopped the communication for 2 years??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8348267171133164117?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8348267171133164117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8348267171133164117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8348267171133164117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8348267171133164117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/d-past-comes-aknockin.html' title='d past comes aknockin'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-9135187365296724450</id><published>2008-11-16T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:31:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*blah blah blah*</title><content type='html'>"like seriously, what's there to life? it's so meaningless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blah blah blah* party late into the night *blah blah blah* meet more playas *blah blah blah* ignore these playas *blah blah blah* met old friends *blah blah blah* meet new friends *blah blah blah* meet decent guys *blah blah blah* bored***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like the rhythm of my current life. so meaningless. told him it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i stand corrected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-need a goal soon. or i'll seriously lose my mind-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-9135187365296724450?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/9135187365296724450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=9135187365296724450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/9135187365296724450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/9135187365296724450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/blah-blah-blah.html' title='*blah blah blah*'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-6313697243211233686</id><published>2008-11-11T17:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:41:43.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have no need for more friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have no need for more drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have no need for small boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~i do however, might need money~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent way too too too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have gotten rid of m. now, i wonder who im meeting next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-6313697243211233686?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/6313697243211233686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=6313697243211233686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6313697243211233686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6313697243211233686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-no-need-for-more-friends-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8124673020109807815</id><published>2008-11-11T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:25:57.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yD6m2WE-4Cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yD6m2WE-4Cs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My shattered dreams and broken heartAre mending on the shelfI saw you holding hands, standing close to someone elseNow I sit all alone wishing all my feeling was goneI gave my best to you, nothing for me to doBut have one last cryChorus:One last cry, before I leave it all behindI've gotta put you outta my mind this timeStop living a lieI guess I'm down to my last cryCry......I was here, you were thereGuess we never could agreeWhile the sun shines on youI need some love to rain on meStill I sit all alone, wishing all my feeling was goneGotta get over you, nothing for me to doBut have one last cryChorus:One last cry, before I leave it all behindI've gotta put you outta my mind this timeStop living a lieI know I gotta be strongCause round me life goes on and on and onAnd on.....I'm gonna dry my eyesRight after I had myOne last cryChorus:One last cry, before I leave it all behindI've gotta put you outta my mind for the very last timeBeen living a lieI guess I'm downI guess I'm downI guess I'm down...To my last cry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8124673020109807815?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8124673020109807815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8124673020109807815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8124673020109807815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8124673020109807815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-last-cry.html' title='One Last Cry'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-8544010026227835394</id><published>2008-11-10T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:50:50.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness, am feeling rather emo today.. which is rather strange considering i havent been emo for the entire month of oct till now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all chow's fault.. damnit.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*bleh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss j. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am running away from mark too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*screwed up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-8544010026227835394?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/8544010026227835394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=8544010026227835394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8544010026227835394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/8544010026227835394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo-ing.html' title='emo-ing'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1883778781967310900</id><published>2008-11-06T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:09:55.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quarter of century</title><content type='html'>my bday is coming.. ^^ it's this sat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though it isn't what i would do at this age, i think my celebration's going to be good.. hehehe.. 3 bottles minimum.. n a small group of maybe less than 20 peeps coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.. SMASHING! whee! am so excited! botak's coming!!! lol.. he's going to be soooo fun!!! i tell u, this guy can drink a f*ckload and go crazy with me, man.. HAHAHA.. plus he just broke up with his gf so we can go wild!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, m's promised to shut his eyes tomoro cos im still considered "single" and he's not allowed to get jealous.. HAHA.. hilarious.. plus he's opening barcardi 151... so he's definitely going to be drunk.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish j2 aka my phantom could come though.. he's in reservist now.. i gotta admit, i honestly really haf a small crush on this fella.. hahahahaha.. smart (cambridge!!/masters), handsome, charismatic, well-to-do, well-travelled.. i'm pretty sure he's also a playboy and there shld be girls swarming all over him.. he's a challenge.. and not a risk i'm willing to take.. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o wells, my boy m will be around.. he's always around me now.. can't do much with any1 else, i guess.. HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. dear s, i hope ur doing fine since ur always so busy. we were supposed to spend my bday together, cos i promised u that.. lemme know ur plans asap k? or i'll arrange mine.. tk care.. ciao**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH.. did i tell u? M wrote a song for me! and it sounds damn nice lor.. lyrics, arrangement, music... damn cool.. hahahahaha.. it's meant to be 1 of my bday presents.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dreaming of my 4k louis vuitton bag.. btw i tink m's making a montage of photo frames for me. cos i tink DIY is damn cool now.. and d tot is more sincere.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1883778781967310900?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1883778781967310900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1883778781967310900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1883778781967310900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1883778781967310900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/quarter-of-century.html' title='quarter of century'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-6774904813284439676</id><published>2008-11-04T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:18:55.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 and 35?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sry sry.. my bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 of the guys actually told me he was 26 in a prior text.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry, girl.. my mistake.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dunno how i ever got the number 35? LOL.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-6774904813284439676?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/6774904813284439676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=6774904813284439676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6774904813284439676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6774904813284439676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/26-and-35.html' title='26 and 35?'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-4309892679938776493</id><published>2008-11-03T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:29:33.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, u just get amazed and amused at the things guys say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a recent encounter where 2 guys lied that they were 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. lo and behold, i find out that they're not 35. they are in fact, 25, just a year older than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope they were certainly offended when i readily digested the fact that they were 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ROFL~ hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-4309892679938776493?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/4309892679938776493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=4309892679938776493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/4309892679938776493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/4309892679938776493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-u-just-get-amazed-and-amused.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5437932114331042193</id><published>2008-10-31T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:09:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HALLOWEEN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am dressing up this year for the 1st time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will post up pics after tonight! hahahaha =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5437932114331042193?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5437932114331042193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5437932114331042193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5437932114331042193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5437932114331042193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-whee-am-dressing-up-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5160031611549717005</id><published>2008-10-28T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:01:10.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the tot that counts. n the little gifts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's always nice to receive gifts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest it was a single stalk of rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today its godiva chocs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel like singing the carol "twelve days of christmas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beaming*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5160031611549717005?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5160031611549717005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5160031611549717005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5160031611549717005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5160031611549717005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-tot-that-counts-n-little-gifts.html' title='it&apos;s the tot that counts. n the little gifts.'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5644464976288326857</id><published>2008-10-28T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:12:17.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropic Thunder, Baby</title><content type='html'>thought of the day - sharlene thinks it's freaking cool to be a chopper pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here's the trailer from the latest hilarious movie i watched.. (MUST WATCH, MAN!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pxOzSpUXtg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pxOzSpUXtg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5644464976288326857?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5644464976288326857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5644464976288326857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5644464976288326857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5644464976288326857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/10/tropic-thunder-baby.html' title='Tropic Thunder, Baby'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-2541718163507978116</id><published>2008-10-28T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:17:10.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~random email~</title><content type='html'>just came across this email dated 24th October only today.. hmm..~ (almost deleted it.. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sharlene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read on, you must thinking why bother reading this message, or let alone reply it? Well the answer is simple, it will only take 10 seconds of your time and it will be of great honor to me if you do. *10 seconds counting down now, you may use a stopwatch to countdown with me* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By some elements of chance, I stumbled upon your profile on facebook and was enthralled by your apparent bubbly personality depicted from your profile to send out a message like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*name*'s my name and is currently working. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 Seconds up* ...Was it really that torturous? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;*name*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so hmm.. curious~ but that trait kills the cat huh? anyways, prob won't reply him until i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta^ for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-2541718163507978116?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/2541718163507978116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=2541718163507978116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2541718163507978116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/2541718163507978116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-email.html' title='~random email~'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-388754043948105381</id><published>2008-10-24T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:53:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new msn</title><content type='html'>oh btw, the weirdest thing happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i logged onto my old msn acc and i found&lt;strong&gt; ALL&lt;/strong&gt; my contacts were totally wiped out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so clean, it's scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely no idea what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i guess God wants me to really start on a clean slate. rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyways, pls add my new msn acc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sharlene.tan@hotmail.com"&gt;sharlene.tan@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-388754043948105381?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/388754043948105381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=388754043948105381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/388754043948105381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/388754043948105381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-msn.html' title='new msn'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-5932391517248650728</id><published>2008-10-23T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:52:01.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a simple prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please grant me strength &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to say no to people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(when they ask me out during weekdays)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to quit clubbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-5932391517248650728?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/5932391517248650728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=5932391517248650728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5932391517248650728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/5932391517248650728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/10/simple-prayer.html' title='a simple prayer'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-7872967185895874439</id><published>2008-10-21T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:40:56.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~updates~</title><content type='html'>some quick updates -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- m confessed last night over the phone&lt;br /&gt;- m and the whole world says g likes me ALOT&lt;br /&gt;- a1 (my first bf ever) is hinting stuff and even wants to buy me a trip to hongkong..&lt;br /&gt;- mr a still likes me. and is frustrated cos im totally ignoring him&lt;br /&gt;- i'm getting frustrated with s1 for no rhyme or reason&lt;br /&gt;- s2 is having his exams so thankfully, im still in the clear&lt;br /&gt;- lulu is blowing hot and cold with me. seems like she's not entirely over the whole episode during sec sch where d entire class alienated her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. alot of work. ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-7872967185895874439?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-1422782762073011604</id><published>2008-10-20T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:41:50.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being lame, random n getting nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~blowing hot and cold~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from many different places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to and fro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back and forth with the gazes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT IS IT? i ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the wind whispers, nothing, its all a bunch of gases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-1422782762073011604?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/1422782762073011604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=1422782762073011604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1422782762073011604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/1422782762073011604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-lame-n-getting-nowhere.html' title='being lame, random n getting nowhere'/><author><name>e1fie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08285919056716344433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9QYc9i3GnQ/SNmYF8zYykI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZVbe5J6s5o/S220/n549844417_1206761_4254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358413738941876724.post-6999311199333832495</id><published>2008-10-20T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:41:31.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~GOOD GOSH~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am starting to like the pilots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can my life get more complicated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358413738941876724-6999311199333832495?l=e1fie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/feeds/6999311199333832495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358413738941876724&amp;postID=6999311199333832495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6999311199333832495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358413738941876724/posts/default/6999311199333832495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e1fie.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-gosh-omg-am-starting-to-like.html' 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