<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:04:04.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my emo world...</title><subtitle type='html'>this is where i truly belong...
a place where i can be myself,
without hiding any emotions...

&lt;3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-1291659839962327652</id><published>2008-08-04T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:43:54.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm really bored at work! since 8.30am, i've not been doing ANYTHING!!! no list of task from India. no work from the SG side. so i'm left alone. next to my cabin, emptied. wth~ but there's someone new at my cabin. but still, different departments. alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done for the entire morning? checking emails, friendsters, facebook, looking at others' friendsters and facebooks, wrote a 2-page of our love story in microsoft words, online shopping, chatting on ebuddy with chek and yy. -_-. tts all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after this post, i won't be posting at this blog anymore... will be moving. for the url, i'll update you guys again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, thanks to those who attended the bday party at my place. thanks for everything that you guys have done! the fun, the joy and the laughter... it was simply love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all: thanks for all the wishes! greatly appreciated as well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys lots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continues to rot... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-1291659839962327652?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1291659839962327652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=1291659839962327652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1291659839962327652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1291659839962327652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-really-bored-at-work-since-8.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-756315538060149916</id><published>2008-08-01T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:26:59.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally understand the working world...&lt;br /&gt;it's boring, and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;that's the conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;everyday after work, just don't feel like doing anything, except slacking around.&lt;br /&gt;tired mind means slping early as well. ha. which is good.&lt;br /&gt;turning my body clock back to the normal and healthy routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28july(mon): 1st day of work. i was really bored. nothing to do at all the whole day, except for some running of files, which were completed less than an hour in total for the entire day. my job scope: assisting the team in india in the validation of surveys and sg team if they need help. but main tasks come from india. LOL. so, so concidentally, the person who was in charge of assigning the tasks, was on leave. that means no work! all i did was surfing all the websites, playing orange shark's sudoku that can kill more time, chatting on ebuddy and cam whoring. yup. bad day it was. wore heels and i thought the heels was fitting just nice; which means not having much rubbing against the back of the ankles. but nope nope, the blisters were even worst. added the padding for the back, they kept coming off till i was really pissed off. boo. and that's not the worst. the worst was my mum and i took train and then bus home. i alighted 1st while she went to simpang to get our dinner. guess what? when i reached home, mins later, she reached home as well. i then realised, alright, i really walked that slow. ha. longest walking home journey ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29july(tues): after the previous day's lesson, i didn wear that heels anymore unless i'm wearing stockings. went to work, finally some tasks to be done. had a call conference with the india team. oh yes, the only ones assisting the india team will only be my colleague and i. so when on the phone with clament, that india guy, at 1st, i had problem catching his words. you know the india's indian accent. and i started having headache after listening his explanation, not only for 10mins but roughly around 15-20mins. him, explaning the IT terms and etc. oh mine... my colleague was answering him and me keeping quiet. ha. he talked till at a point of time, my colleague and i turned and look at each other, giving the 'omg' sign. same goal; waiting for him to end the conversation. LOL. after work, met lincoln for a dinner and then headed back home real early, around 7+pm. tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30july(wed): my colleague took a half day leave. shiok sia. and that's when we got quite abit to do. -_-. real gd timing. but oh well, still manageable. met my mum for lunch. her office is just located at the other side of hong lim complex. ha. ended work late @ 6pm instead. i did smth real stupid. did the same mistake twice for the validation of the same survey. and that took me 2hrs, before realising it. ha! met joc @ bugis after work. chatted quite some time at JCO before we proceeded to TCC for some drinks. ha. my dinner was oreo cafe mocha and marble cheescake. ha. it's been quite sometime since i last had cheesecake though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. side track alittle, i was telling her how big the company was. really big. can you imagine, people whom had worked there for years and may not even know everyone in the company. very divided. so there was this celebration going on, on the left side of my cabin. then just next to my right onwards, no one participated in the bday celebration. so i was kind of the 'divider' you see. one side seeing happy bday song while the other side carries on with their work. -_-. and my side of the company, which is so big already, isn't considered the entire company. there's e other end of the same storey. mine is mercer. the other side is marsh. the company is marsh and mercer. LOL. and not only 4th storey, there's the 10th storey as well. -_-. ok. really huge. global business. lots of countries involved and therefore, you can see quite a few caucasians working here. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31july(thurs): 1st day for tham chikuan at the company. but last day for my colleague. ha. went to work with ck. 3 of us had lunch tgt. after work, ck n i went to town instead of back to the east. because we wanted to avoid the crowded train. ate at chicago's steakhouse. according to him, he said the staff there, excluding the chi people, they're spanish. okkkk.... not very sure though. then we didnt wanna go back cuz it was still too early! but we were quite shag. ha. the feeling was weird. usually at 7+pm, to us, it was just the start of the night. but this day, we felt as if we were dying soon. he was, at least. ha. so we walked down to orchard station. it was a slow and aimless walk. if you didn't know us, you would think these 2 people might have just lost their jobs. seriously. LOL. then, on the train journey back, you really felt every stop of the train station. i mean when you're with someone else or having some company, you wont really notice the stops of the stations but more to last min realising that you didnt really have enough time to chit chat in the train, that kinda feeling. when it was tanah merah, the feeling was like 'yeah! finally it arrived after a long wait!'. ha. slept real early, 11pm. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, during work, he n i were still quarreling, ever since tues. and the conclusion we came up with, was to separate for awhile and not to contact each other for the time being. hmmm... what a sad bday it'll be... he wont be celebrating it for me on sat then. yup. oh well... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad matters happen in a row.&lt;br /&gt;yes they do.&lt;br /&gt;i believe now.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope after the storm,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be able to see the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1aug(fri): it's a friday! original plan, him meetin me @10pm my place. but of cuz, not now. sigh. so i'll be meeting zhong instead. yup. early in the morning, no task for me yet, therefore, took this time to blog for the week. btw, india's time is lagged by 2hours. so meaning, i'll be able to receive the list of tasks @ 11am sg time. -_-. for now, i'm all alone in my area. colleague left yst. sad. so lonely~ ck is working at the other side, for another department.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-756315538060149916?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/756315538060149916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=756315538060149916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st day of bday celebration - start of my new blogsite!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;a new place, to start a new chapter of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;hoping to turn the luck around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just realised, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the difference between you and me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cannot don't contact you for even a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;no matter how much i control myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's torturing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;where do i really stand in your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;not for you to tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;but for you to show me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;and for me to feel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;actions speak louder than words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-3671137770739836582?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3669291146160732461</id><published>2008-07-27T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:38:12.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>25(fri): he came over to my place @8+pm. the whole day was home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26(sat): he had soccer match at bukit batok. sat uncle vincent's car. thank god saved some cab fare. after which, went to nearby hawker centre to have our dinner. then sat uncle vincent's car again, cuz we had to go to his cousin's chalet @ changi village. ha. stayed till 12+am before we took cab home. his soccermates, are made up of family members. very happening. very united i should say. planning family trip, involving the whole family, and not just individual family alone. they'll be having a chalet on national day. ha. another chalet. and they're plannin a trip to phuket during dec. hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super bad news...&lt;br /&gt;today,(27july), is the 4th day i'm in pain. y pain? i'm havin gum infection plus ulcer on the same side. the pain didn subside even tt little bit. just yst, couldn take it anymore, went to see a doc and the doc said it's due to my wisdom tooth! -_-. it has grown halfway tru. i need to pluck that out. if not, gum infection and ulcer will occur again. WELL DONE. i cant bite with that side. damn. and guess what? i'm gg to start work tmr and bday comin soon in a wk. f shit. wad a timing. seriously. bad things happen in a row. now i believe. this will be the 4th thing that had happened. actually, i'm stil not very sure if i wanna celebrate my bday actually. hmmm. not a v gd timing. 2 family members in icu. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro is f up. f wanna slap him. my mum pushed the box of toothpick to him. he couldn reach so i used my foot to push it to him. den he unhappy say dun use e foot. so dirty. f. brainless. it covered. stupid. study so much but intelligence level stil dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, these few weeks, too many things happened. so my mood is really bad. my temper became shorter, quicker and worst. very easily get irritated. some kana already. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27july(sun): he left @ 6am. he needed to report back to his camp for his guard duty. thanks to not waking up to report at the expected time. then kana caught. dots. for me, home sweet home. tmr gonna start work. thank god joc's friend workin at the same company but different floor as me. if not i dun even know how to make my way to china sq. ha. meetin her 1st before we set off to work. prays for the 1st day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;prays.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for the 2 family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for my gum infection and ulcer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for my new job to be able to run smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-3669291146160732461?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3669291146160732461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=3669291146160732461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3669291146160732461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3669291146160732461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/25fri-he-came-over-to-my-place-8pm.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-4836501719483191972</id><published>2008-07-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:17:24.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watchin this variety show 'nu ren wo zui da'. then they were talking about the horoscopes. 3 female artists went onto the show and shared their experiences, how they support their ex boyfriends and etc. very jialiat man. eat soft rice. f these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the horoscopes for guys whom will eat soft rice. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st- aquarius. 2nd- gemini. 3rd- pisces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then now, it'll be the horoscopes for girls whom allow guys to eat soft rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st- taurus. 2nd- leo (wtf! but what they said, really true.). 3rd- scorpio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-4836501719483191972?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4836501719483191972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=4836501719483191972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4836501719483191972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4836501719483191972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-watchin-this-variety-show-nu-ren.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-2781700491073962089</id><published>2008-07-26T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:49:06.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrFjt1kT9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/NCvlFInGL3w/s1600-h/P230708_23.01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227207534907248594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrFjt1kT9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/NCvlFInGL3w/s320/P230708_23.01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 23 july(wed) @ chijmes. one of the pubs after dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrDbTkbUAI/AAAAAAAAAec/bBRg1kWp3To/s1600-h/P230708_21.29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227205191393824770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrDbTkbUAI/AAAAAAAAAec/bBRg1kWp3To/s320/P230708_21.29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after dinner, with mag outside shokudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrDbtigR_I/AAAAAAAAAek/kQ7ZEOernoA/s1600-h/P230708_23.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227205198365083634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrDbtigR_I/AAAAAAAAAek/kQ7ZEOernoA/s320/P230708_23.04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; settled for chijmes cuz we haven been dere before. LOL. so all the mountain tortise went. left with my group only. faints. about 5-6, out of 16 who went for the sec sch gathering. LOL. oh well... finally a sec sch gathering, after 3 yrs... wow~ what a long long time period.... woooo~~~ some really changed alot. all become more feminine, except mag of cuz. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrCWw9RlOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MQnSBmvMqIs/s1600-h/P220708_20.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227204013871699170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrCWw9RlOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MQnSBmvMqIs/s320/P220708_20.18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrCXEJsXmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/CogZRKmnfyA/s1600-h/P220708_20.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227204019024060002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrCXEJsXmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/CogZRKmnfyA/s320/P220708_20.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 22july(tues): crashed zhong's lesson @ SIM. ha! accounts lesson for 3hrs. but guess what? the time passed was much easier than my very own accounts lect that was only 2hrs. that says it all... self explainatory. LOL. before that, went to nicole's office, the job agency to sign the contract. after zhong's lesson, went down to bugis for some shopping for my office wear and also as you can from the above, we have the photo hunt for teens. LOL. only has 10levels. ha. addictive~ photo hunt, cooking master, the pair up. hohoho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24(thurs): went out with melvin to get some office wear again. met at tm. n i did all my shopping dere. ha! den after that, we were bored. went down to vivo, taut of having marche for dinner. but by the time we went dere, it had a really long queue. so we gave up. went to the basement and had some snacks. after that, it was home sweet home... and once again, i walked home from tanah merah station. damn relaxing. and of cuz, most importantly, exercising. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd aug: most prob at my place! kindly let me know what board games or games do you guys have then we can arrange! :)most prob from afternoon till whatever time you guys can stay. :) please bring along your partners as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-2781700491073962089?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2781700491073962089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=2781700491073962089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2781700491073962089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2781700491073962089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/23-julywed-chijmes.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SIrFjt1kT9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/NCvlFInGL3w/s72-c/P230708_23.01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3686245740715940385</id><published>2008-07-22T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:38:05.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18july(fri): his hospi appt. at nite went out with his cd frens. went to geylang to eat no signboard seafood. tt night, e food really sucks. omg. only e drunkard prawns. thanks to mr ng, we walked from kallang mrt station all e way to tt place. we almost walked from one end to the other end of geylang. THANKS. everyone was hungry n grumbling the whole walking journey. ha! after our dinner @ 10+pm (now u noe y dey were grumbling. ha!), we took cab down to cine, hopin to catch e dark knight. but oh gosh. left with 1st row n tt movie was @ 12+am. dots. so we left. mr ng n bincent's bro were so into singin k. so some left. left with bincent, his gf, his cousin, his younger bro and e two of us. damn funny right? e previous gatherin, he brought e 3 of them as well. lol. of cuz, i didn sing. just joined in e fun. sang till 5+am. by then, bincent was already K.O earlier on. followed by his cousin den his bro, who sang alot with mr ng. lol. so 5+am right, i suggested to go to mac for breakky! dey were kinda shocked. ha! but dey stil need to wait for e 1st train ma. duno wad time oso. went to centrept's mac. ate big breakfast. it's been a long long time since i last ate mac breakky at tt hr man. ha! missed it. quite shiok, seriously. as for us, cabby hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19july(sat): slept till afternoon. home sweet home e whole day. parents wont at hm. we went out to buy indian rojak. came back hm, it wasn't enuff for us. ordered pizza. as we ate, we watched the 2 vcds tt we rented. 'flashpoint' i think. n 'duno wad hottie n not nottie' de. by paris hilton. omg. he wanted to watch tt. tt explains it all. dumb show. oh yes! our 11th month's anniversary. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20july(sun): nth much. home sweet home for me. he left hm in e afternoon as usual. past midnight, meanin mon already, we quarreled agn. ha! usual. wads so surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21july(mon): met up with him for his hospi appt. managed to get 1day mc. thank god no ligament or miniscus tear. but to him, it's kinda of a bad news. high chances of him doin re-course. starting all over again for the bmt. F up. if he really kinda, i'm sooooo gonna write in to complain. of cuz not usin my name. it's kinda unfair. i think ard 4 docs said his ligaments torn n etc. till now den he had his mri scan, tt shows his leg perfectly fine. -_-. hemstrings strained. not ligament tear. -_-. muscles strained n ligament tear, big difference for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side track a little, only just this yr when i was doin those documents for my administration for stirling, den i found out which hospi i was born in. LOL!!!! al along, i though i was born in mount elizabeth hospi. i just rmb from young, my hospi has e word 'mount'. ha! n e only hospi i knew from den, was mount elizabeth. until tt day, i saw my birth cert, i was born in mount alvernia hospital. one day, i happened to pass by tt hospi n finally saw e hospi i was born in. ha! wtf. really wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went back to his home, he got changed, n we went down to PS to watch the dark knight. storyline was gd. but it's really lengthy. omg. my butt ached. after which, had our dinner n followed by the meetup with sr n his fren. lucky him, enterin same dae n same sch with mr ng's fren, marcus. ha! n so coincidentally, mr ng's cd fren, now trainin as a fire fighter, his instructor is mr ng's fren as well. lol! seriously, sg is small. really small. sat at starbucks n chit chatted for awhile. my soul almost flew away when i taut i saw mr jeff ho sittin at startbucks, in e dark. startbucks saving some electricity bill. tts y. omg. really look like him. of cuz in e dark, i couldn really see his face. hair same.dressing same. hands movement same. freak me out. really. but thank god it wasnt him. phew~ ha! worst den seein g****. 8+ left to get some stuff. it's really hard to find a hair shaver. not for beard. but hair. u noe ns guy's hair. ha! carrefour service is really bad. so f hard to find some help. i seriously think dey're short of manpower. he got changed n we went our separate ways. LOL. sounded ya... but ya... ha. u noe i noe ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! i've got a big big big news to announce!!!&lt;br /&gt;i've found a job already!!!&lt;br /&gt;will be starting on this very f fast thurs!&lt;br /&gt;@ china sq. fuck. sure lost. but thank god jocelyn's fren workin in e same company as me but diff floor only. hohoho... i've got help already. ha.&lt;br /&gt;but but but, i gotta wake up f early!!! f early!!!&lt;br /&gt;8.30am-5.30pm. omg omg omg...&lt;br /&gt;normal days, at 8.30am, i'll still be in my la la land!!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. n at 5.30pm, i'll be watchin my yu le bai fen bai.&lt;br /&gt;@ 2pm, i'll be watchin kangxi.&lt;br /&gt;@ 3pm, i'll be watchin nu ren wo zui da.&lt;br /&gt;@ 4pm, gd qns. anyhow watch while waitin for 5pm. LOL&lt;br /&gt;thank god will be workin for 1month plus only. oh god oh god.&lt;br /&gt;office life = boring life.&lt;br /&gt;but no choice, till now, 20yrs of living, no admin exp at all.&lt;br /&gt;so many companies dun wan me cuz me no exp in admin.&lt;br /&gt;n honestly, i suck at com programmes. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;god bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;treasure the ones around you,&lt;br /&gt;before it's too late...&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;life is unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;anything can happen within secs,&lt;br /&gt;just when u least expected it,&lt;br /&gt;catchin u off-guard...&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i've been tru quite alot for the past few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;tts life.&lt;br /&gt;part of my life journey,&lt;br /&gt;or rather,&lt;br /&gt;part of the growin up/maturing journey.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;tts all i can say...&lt;br /&gt;this yr, 2008, should be a lucky yr.&lt;br /&gt;y? because of the digit '8' which we believe in.&lt;br /&gt;but nope, totally opposite.&lt;br /&gt;it has been an unfavorable and inauspicious year for me.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;will be gg to the temple to pray soon.&lt;br /&gt;real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-3686245740715940385?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3686245740715940385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=3686245740715940385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3686245740715940385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3686245740715940385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/18julyfri-his-hospi-appt.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-1200543576150876539</id><published>2008-07-17T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:05:52.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16july(wed): home sweet home for me. rare sight. y? cuz i'm sick. SIAN. bad sore throat. more to the infection type. inflammation. n usually after which, it'll lead to fever n so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17july(thurs): home sweet home once again. when i woke up in e afternoon, it got worsen. hurts even more. time to see e doc.. but after eatin n drinking lots of water, it got slightly better. -_-. weird it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jordan and roy entered police on e same day...&lt;br /&gt;and more coincidentally, they belong to the same squad. ha!&lt;br /&gt;wth man~ sg is really that small.&lt;br /&gt;jordan just told me in e msg and next thing, roy called me to confirm that.&lt;br /&gt;because before both entered, i told them about the other one already. ha.&lt;br /&gt;oh welll....&lt;br /&gt;lincoln is in police as well. but i doubt they will get the chance to meet them as well.&lt;br /&gt;oh welll.... ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;18 more days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to my big day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;33 more days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to our big day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-1200543576150876539?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1200543576150876539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=1200543576150876539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1200543576150876539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1200543576150876539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/16julywed-home-sweet-home-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-6462160502178076067</id><published>2008-07-15T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:28:19.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHuei2QkbCI/AAAAAAAAAds/X0weoSRYwRQ/s1600-h/P7130787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222942514383973410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHuei2QkbCI/AAAAAAAAAds/X0weoSRYwRQ/s320/P7130787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHuejXuwW6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/LUVstt-xoXw/s1600-h/P7130788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222942523368954786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHuejXuwW6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/LUVstt-xoXw/s320/P7130788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHuejpNivaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BmChIXHkrUc/s1600-h/P7130789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222942528061488546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHuejpNivaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BmChIXHkrUc/s320/P7130789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHuejxw8xzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/vm-G1NCRm04/s1600-h/P7130790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222942530357479218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHuejxw8xzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/vm-G1NCRm04/s320/P7130790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudwDLXJfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PAzc7BZsu_8/s1600-h/P7130791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222941641678464498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudwDLXJfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PAzc7BZsu_8/s320/P7130791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudwYoYoUI/AAAAAAAAAdc/97IU8M5sVdc/s1600-h/P7130792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222941647437340994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudwYoYoUI/AAAAAAAAAdc/97IU8M5sVdc/s320/P7130792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudwxsRi0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/i3BWv1AEojM/s1600-h/P7130793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222941654164540226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudwxsRi0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/i3BWv1AEojM/s320/P7130793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudDQ-4NcI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8LUYfIv0Loc/s1600-h/P7130794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222940872290088386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudDQ-4NcI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8LUYfIv0Loc/s320/P7130794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudE-JRWQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/IlV_j_B6YkA/s1600-h/P7130795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222940901593143554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudE-JRWQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/IlV_j_B6YkA/s320/P7130795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudFyaU9qI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QGxwejZwxis/s1600-h/P7130796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222940915623327394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHudFyaU9qI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QGxwejZwxis/s320/P7130796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13july(sun): woke up real early. 9+am. rushed to CS for the movie 'Red Cliff' @ 11am. it's rather gd... there'll be a 2nd part of it though. ha! den went down to sentosa! :) started suntanning @3pm... it's been a really long long long time since my last sun tan. actually, it's partly because sun tannin isn't gd for ur complexion and i can't get tanned anyway. LOL. i was really afraid of pimples breakout again. tt would happen after each sun tan. furthermore, this time round, no face protection. only sun tanning lotion with no spf somemore. gosh. his bro's anyway. LOL. sun tanned all e way till abt 4+ 5 before e crowds start to jam e toilets. ate @ koufu. mr pig (i jus asked him for a nickname for himself and he chose tt. -_- wtf. ha.) started to feel feverish. so we cancelled the night walk at sentosa. took him to the clinic n indeed, high fever of 39.1. wow~ and he had 3 days mc. song lor someone... den went back to my place to rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14july(mon): though someone was sick, but nv fails to go out. went to PS to meet marcus n gf. met up with wilson, wilkin n gf for awhile before movie. watched sex and the city. sounds familiar? yup. 2nd time watchin. ha! oh well... gd movies, dun mind watchin them twice. ha! btw, was supposed to meet marcus @6.30pm. but he was late for more den an hr. ha! as usual. but if it was my friend, hmmm... i'll be super pissed off. but ya. gotta show some face since he's delvin's friend. hmmm. so REN. thank god dere was wilson to entertain us. after movie, home sweet home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15uly(tues): he left in e afternoon to meet yuankai for movie @ PS. den it was home sweet home for me... my turn to be sick. throat infection and running nose... boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes i wonder to myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;y keep returning to someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who hurt me so many times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;made me cried countless times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;n gave up e rs for numerous times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;y? is tt love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;knowin everything will happen all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still return to him, nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tts love i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;searching for the answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this was the other reason to why i was kinda moody today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;other than my sickness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;felt kinda jealous when he told me tmr mornin he'll be acc bilu to doc for her skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he nv offer once to bring me see e doc though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only know how to ask me to go see doc if i'm stil not feeling well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gotta be generous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;learning to take things easy n be more open minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmm... ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-6462160502178076067?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6462160502178076067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=6462160502178076067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6462160502178076067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6462160502178076067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-day.html' title='bad day...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHuei2QkbCI/AAAAAAAAAds/X0weoSRYwRQ/s72-c/P7130787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7900392956822904094</id><published>2008-07-15T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:26:52.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11july(fri): quarreled with him. broke up with him. i thought it was for real. i didn acc him to his hospi appt. really cried alot. but there was another reason to it other than him. yup. i missed quite a few calls from agencies and etc. due to my voice, not being able to talk after or while still tearing... ha! job opportunites. poof! deleted him from msn again. and i also changed the password to my blogger acct. 1st time doing tt though. ha! oh well... the quarrel continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12july(sat): he came over after his soccer. hmmm... i kinda reject him at 1st though. even though we met up. but after sometime, we were back tgt agn to our normal selves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! 1st time seeing my posts are so ass short man... lol. nth much those 2 days... filled with sadness tts all i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point of time,&lt;br /&gt;to me,&lt;br /&gt;being single means&lt;br /&gt;no tears,&lt;br /&gt;no quarrels,&lt;br /&gt;no stress.&lt;br /&gt;kinda carefree... really.&lt;br /&gt;but somewhr in me,&lt;br /&gt;i know i still need a companion.&lt;br /&gt;went one round,&lt;br /&gt;it ended back to him again...&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what's love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;changing yourself unknowingly for the person you're in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i thought one should love the other for who that person is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so what's those changing all about then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love, it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7900392956822904094?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7900392956822904094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7900392956822904094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7900392956822904094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7900392956822904094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/11julyfri-quarreled-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-9183774973845116270</id><published>2008-07-11T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:54:56.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZTcivfoUI/AAAAAAAAAc0/w7iSrv0dHXQ/s1600-h/P110708_01.48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221452567810122050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZTcivfoUI/AAAAAAAAAc0/w7iSrv0dHXQ/s320/P110708_01.48.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; koala wallet under the collection of monogram vernis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo in love with this wallet man... tt time when i walked in with him, i saw this wallet in red. it was pretty. i asked if dere was white n ta-da! gosh.... loves e gloss and the colour... man man man... but it cost a freaking 1.2k!!! i can buy @ least 2 burberry wallets!!! wtf. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.louisvuitton.com/web/flash/index.jsp;jsessionid=5OLUXIEIOAS3ECRBXUFFAGIKEG4RAUPU?buy=0&amp;amp;langue=en_GB"&gt;http://www.louisvuitton.com/web/flash/index.jsp;jsessionid=5OLUXIEIOAS3ECRBXUFFAGIKEG4RAUPU?buy=0&amp;amp;langue=en_GB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be in love with e damier canvas collection. the blue n not e brown. tts y i bought the bucket bag. ha! not the authentic one of cuz... but it still cost a freak 100+bucks! faints... but a huge diff from e original... a digit difference. gosh. LV is a killer. n it's definitely not worth the price. seriously. it's not real leather. pls. only the straps at the sides are calf leather, just like burberry's. if it's made from calf leather, e entire product, tt wouldn be e price. no idea y ppl think it's made from leather. faints. oh well... those ppl are just tt rich... duno whr to spend their money only. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confession: i think i did kinda overspend for these few wks. overdoing of online shopping. stopped. but continued in e gss shopping... sigh. i gave up on e agnes b bag. i dun tink i'm gettin it already. dun really seem to worth tt price though. sigh. den wads my next aim sia? no aim, no motivation to work. because i dun hav to save. no reason. no purpose. oh man... living on no allowance, tt amt in my bank, i can survive till sch reopens though. seriously. but ya. still a freaking 2 months b4 sch starts. faints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes...&lt;br /&gt;- zouk/phuture ( i've nv been dere b4!!! sad.)&lt;br /&gt;- bungy @ clarke quay&lt;br /&gt;- night safari&lt;br /&gt;- duck tour&lt;br /&gt;- bumper boat&lt;br /&gt;- a pair of diamond studs&lt;br /&gt;- gold anklet&lt;br /&gt;- ferris wheel. ( but some said it doesn worth e price. nth much. just seein e view from tt ht. oh welll)&lt;br /&gt;- visit to cafe del mar&lt;br /&gt;- board games party!&lt;br /&gt;- pyjamas party!&lt;br /&gt;- a trip to taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;- fish spa for foot&lt;br /&gt;- full body massage&lt;br /&gt;- i forgot e hotel's name @ sentosa. enjoyin jacuzzi with the sea view. gosh. pretty~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to do everything before the age of 23. my wish. ultimate wish. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-9183774973845116270?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9183774973845116270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=9183774973845116270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/9183774973845116270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/9183774973845116270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/koala-wallet-under-collection-of.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZTcivfoUI/AAAAAAAAAc0/w7iSrv0dHXQ/s72-c/P110708_01.48.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-2774487507501551132</id><published>2008-07-11T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:19:19.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZNnZCGyXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Kn00dN1w82g/s1600-h/P7100780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221446157112625522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZNnZCGyXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Kn00dN1w82g/s320/P7100780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZNnuaInpI/AAAAAAAAAck/3BHJ4oTqra8/s1600-h/P7100781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221446162850553490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZNnuaInpI/AAAAAAAAAck/3BHJ4oTqra8/s320/P7100781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZNnmlMyEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9Y1TQ3Evgjk/s1600-h/P7100782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221446160749480002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZNnmlMyEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9Y1TQ3Evgjk/s320/P7100782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok. we were outside Fendi. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZIkcmdMXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZAkqVS3qVgk/s1600-h/P7100783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221440608972648818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZIkcmdMXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZAkqVS3qVgk/s320/P7100783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the backlight from Fendi's. looks kinda cool thou dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZIkgsZdoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OurfgVE1XuY/s1600-h/P7100784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221440610071312002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZIkgsZdoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OurfgVE1XuY/s320/P7100784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; next stop; Loewe. lol. and tt OLD SCHOOL pose of me twisting! hahaha! OLD SCH~ hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZIkzR9fiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jLCFtDNBmew/s1600-h/P7100785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221440615060700706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZIkzR9fiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jLCFtDNBmew/s320/P7100785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; den it was yy's n lulu's fav; Louis Vuitton. but of cuz tt's not lulu. lol. ugly poses of yy n pokie~ hahaha! slipping down... big butts~ woooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZIk23ko1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/CAxlsvxf2LA/s1600-h/P7100786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221440616023761746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZIk23ko1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/CAxlsvxf2LA/s320/P7100786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok... kat n zhirui are missing from this meetup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10july(thurs): a v random meetup actually. ha! started asking ppl from e previous nite till tis morning. gosh. i slept @4+am cuz i finished my mum's korean drama while she went to bed. ha! n those office ppl started replying me early in e mornin @ 9+am all e way till late morning. gosh. shag~ but thank god, e meetup was still a success. changed of venue from cityhall to town. biggest culprit; YY. ha! n her coach. so, met lydia 1st den yy den kaijun den joc n lulu den pokie! poor poke, ended work so late. went to crystal jade e la mian one for dinner. ok. e soup for my stewed beef la mian wasn't tt gd. it was rather light in taste. hmmm... but e beef was gd. e xiao long bao oso not tt gd. not much soup inside e xiao long bao thou. sad. but wads e most impt thing? is e companions. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;next meetup: 3rd aug. my place. in the afternoon. GIRLS ONLY. :) then later in e nite, e bfs can join us for the dinner. yup yup.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone wanna play board games? ha! ever since after e visit to Pitstop, i'm kinda interested in those board games tt u seldom see at anywhr... they specially find those games n u can actually order from them e games tt u want! hohoho~ i think i'm gonna do tt soon... but if i rmb correctly, it takes abt 3-4weeks or so to arrive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-2774487507501551132?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2774487507501551132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=2774487507501551132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2774487507501551132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2774487507501551132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SHZNnZCGyXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Kn00dN1w82g/s72-c/P7100780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-2254664927368456482</id><published>2008-07-11T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:22:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8july(tues): quarreled the previous nite. den peace n we went to cine for a movie,'wanted'. it was alright only. seriously. den as usual, ate dinner @ e hk cafe. took bus back to his place. sent him to camp den back to my place. tis time round. it would have cost more cuz tt lady driver exited from bedok n not simei. faints. didn even ask me. dots. so i alighted outside instead of driving in. ha. exactly @ 30bucks agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9july(wed): was supposed to go sun tanning with zhong. but dere wasn't any sun n it seemed to be on e rainin side. so, we ended up shoppin at vivo with xy. ha! ok. maddness. @ vivo, i bought a pair of shades, an evening bag n a hairclip (LOVES~) @ TANGS. spend 70bucks. a pair of white berms from pull &amp;amp; bear for 29.90. den i saw a snoppy tube from topshop! n it cost like freakin 53bucks lor. madness. asked zhong if she stil had e disc coupons but expired. sad. BUT she managed to call her in charge @ MS's fox. wahahaha! can get 20% disc k! saved like 10bucks lor. ha! so we acc xy till she had to leave. den we set off to ms for e disc coupon. but sadly to sae, MS's topshop doesn have tt tube. BUT thanks to her in charge's info tt e v next day, wingtai's shops will be having 40% disc storewide i think. but FOX is definitely having till sun. n with e further staff disc, wahahaha... n so, i reserved a zip-up sweater tt cost 39bucks. but after disc, like 21bucks only i think. wahaha. den we took bus to bugis n continued our shopping! unfortunately, bugis's topshop doesn have tt tube either. sob. nvm. at least i hav tt coupon. lol. under my influence, tt girl started shopping as well! ha! n @ bugis street, i bought a pair of slip-on wedges. freaking cheap la! 17.90 only! but 2nd pair 20% disc. zhong's pair was e more ex so naturally mine would be e one with tt disc. but i gave her e disc instead. ha! we went hm REAL EARLY like ard 8+pm cuz my arms were breaking already. my bag itself was heavy already due to those sun tannin stuff. den those shopping bags. ha! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-2254664927368456482?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2254664927368456482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=2254664927368456482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2254664927368456482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2254664927368456482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/8julytues-quarreled-previous-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-1314006227020162444</id><published>2008-07-06T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:30:30.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4july(fri): woke up real early cuz of mr ng's appt @ 9.30am AH. took train down. was late for e appt but it's ok. stucked dere till abt 11.30am. den we had an argument. -_-. den ok. he hot tempered, me short tempered. hard to be tgt really. both diff views. n he got tt finally. sigh. anyway, he sent me back to his place 1st. i rested in his room while he reported back to camp n bk out agn @ 5. so lame. den after tt went to meet his camp mates at old airport road for some yummylicious food. at e same time, bringin his US camp mate around. dey were some crazy freaks. took lots of pics. zilian kuangsssssss..... den we headed to cine for some movie. 'hancock'. ha! e movie not bad only la... ha! reached hm 3+am. gosh. shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5july(sat): stayed hm with him e whole day. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6july(sun): stayed hm n he left early... hmmm. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-1314006227020162444?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1314006227020162444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=1314006227020162444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1314006227020162444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1314006227020162444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/4julyfri-woke-up-real-early-cuz-of-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7108254253274742597</id><published>2008-07-06T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:16:12.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2july(wed): met up with jordan @ orchard 7+pm... went to find kat den we walked ard for awhile... ha! eat snake ah she~ after tt, sat at coffee bean den chatted. ok. den he did a v malu thing. seriously. i was damn ps. i took out my wallet to pay him e drinks. den he wanted to see my wallet. den he took out all my supp cards. as u noe his voice is kinda loud. den he started saying loudly,' i dun understand y ur parents wanna give u so many cards n y u need so many cards.........' den both hands holdin e cards den was kinda 'swingin' up n down. big action. i tell u, i was f ps by his actions seriously. ppl who sat beside us, were looking at us. but i guessed he didn realised tt. engrossed in his own words. anyway, had our dinner @ hk cafe cine den home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3july(thurs): met up with janice n lincoln. janice will be leavin on mon for her studies in australia. sad sad... haven even get to meet up for a simpang session yet. gosh. den last min lincoln told me dere'll be a surprise farewell party for her. her bf arranged it. gosh. can't imagine how they will be sustainin tis rs... her bf enterin ns on wed n she's leavin on mon. hmmm... so she wasn't suppose to know abt e party. den lincoln was e middle person between here n e other side. ha! tried draggin e time n etc. thank god she wanted to play boardgames n e original plan was at pitstop @ clarke quay. den when we were dere, e bf all wont ready. we had to drag e time n etc. so finally reached n obviously she was surprised. ha! most of them were from AMO. lol. kenneth, lincoln, ming zhen, janice n her bf, another kenneth, a couple n me. ha! played a few games. super fun! den had a surprise cake for her n we sang happy bye bye song. -_-. e place was supposed to close @ 11pm but thank god e couple working was their friend. e guy fren extended e hrs just for us. ha! den he joined us as well. we stayed till 1+am man. gosh. but thank god i stay near janice n her bf so dey can send me hm. wahahaha... so here comes e shockin part. as we walked down e stairs, we saw a police car waiting infront of his car. we taut maybe because of fights. but nope. waitin for weixiong. dots. he parked his car against e flow of traffic. -_-. just passed his license, he didn put e p plate. cuz he wanted to surprise janice. den he parked at illegal place. -_-. a total of 3 offences. omg. real shockin. but he oso di xiao xiao. at e traffic lights, he n e fren wanted to get off e car. like playin type. omg. dots. anyway, reached hm 2+ after sendin others hm. so tired. i was havin a real bad headache since 12+, all e way till i reached hm... took lots of pics at pitstop. ha! n i saw sr n ly pic on e wall as well. ha! so qiao. their fren oso workin at pitstop. ha! small world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weixiong knows me cuz he knows jacinda... heard from jacinda abt me before in year1. ha! what a small world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7108254253274742597?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7108254253274742597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7108254253274742597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7108254253274742597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7108254253274742597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/2julywed-met-up-with-jordan-orchard-7pm.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-4904151747724894259</id><published>2008-07-02T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:47:44.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kate spades &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGpmC40jJ0I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GMRSfVLtzpc/s1600-h/classic+noel+harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218095318060705602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGpmC40jJ0I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GMRSfVLtzpc/s320/classic+noel+harry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGpmDE48ZwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Hg5isCua5ss/s1600-h/classic+noel+square+alme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218095321300363010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGpmDE48ZwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Hg5isCua5ss/s320/classic+noel+square+alme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not bad as a school bag... ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGplggb0bmI/AAAAAAAAAbc/9jZ3NCM19-0/s1600-h/anguilla+flat+ava+clutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218094727398977122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGplggb0bmI/AAAAAAAAAbc/9jZ3NCM19-0/s320/anguilla+flat+ava+clutch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGplgjqWSRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oHI_aWLmyV8/s1600-h/maldives+harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218094728265222418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGplgjqWSRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oHI_aWLmyV8/s320/maldives+harry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not sure y... but i kinda like the one above, that shape. ha! kinda cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't worry. i'm getting none of these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i'm bringin home another bag, i not only get scoldin from my parents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND MY BF as well. damn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT i'm aiming an agnes b bag... hohoho... $445... hmmm. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think tt really suits to be a school bag for my new school! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kinda vintage, kinda like a document bag tt fits A4. tts a gd thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND most imptly, kinda suits me! hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. i'll only get it if i managed to find another job. yup. oh welll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money has been rolling out and not in. damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mon(30june): was supposed to meet mr ng @2pm cine. but as usual, i was late. bad estimation of time! watched 'don't mess with zohan' @2.20pm. ratings from him, 2stars only. i didn noe it's nc16. yes it should be. lots of sexual actions though. ha! the movie was alright... after e movie, guess what we did? mr ng wanted to take neoprint!!! LOL! like huh?! neoprint? haha! really funny. i mean taking with a guy. duno what to pose n etc. anyway, we took. our very 1st neoprint. wanted to take because he wanted to paste in his locker. but stupid him, he wanted the cards ones but didnt say earlier. dots. so ended up, we took both neoprints and the cards. faints~ ha! anyway, the neoprint n one of the card are with him. :) it's been years since i last took the cards ones man. gosh. think only in lower sec sia... ha! anyway, after which, we went over to his place. had dinner @ plaza. den his hm to pack his stuff for the book in. sent him to camp n then it was home sweet home for me. ha! oh yes... when i woke up in the cab, i was shocked. 30bucks for the cab fare! yes yes. 2nd time already. faints... happy cab driver then~ ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt really bad about pang seh-in jordan again... so sorry! make it up for him on wed(tmr) for dinner.. hmmm. enlisting soon on 8 july. good luck boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tues(1july): was supposed to meet ck @2pm tanah merah. but whenever we meet up, the time stated in the 1st place, will nv be the time we meet. haha! it'll get later n later. yup. n knn, the nyp person, said he couldn find my pics. knn cb. f angry sia. i rmb putting in my pics just tt i didn att them but i put them in a small zip bag somemore. f hell. super angry. stil can tell me 'i guess u gotta waste some money again to get the pics'. cb. like duh la! stil need u to tell me meh?! totally spoilt my mood man. now i short of one pic for the 1st day of sch. knn. gotta take agn. waste my money. guess i'll be gg to lavender to take. then can change my passport pic at the same time. dun waste the pics. my passport pic, custom complained twice already. lol. if i'm not wrong, tt pic was taken when i was in pri sch still. hahahaha! anyway, ended up meetin ck ard 4 i think. lol. i changed e time to 3 cuz i wanted to slp more. den he woke up @ 2.45. den changed to 3.30. den i met tt incident. den became 4. lol. best ah... went to the cathay to check out the movies. but sadly to say, no movies to watch (i bet when he reads this, he surely will blame it on me. LOL!). then walked all the way down to bugis street to take his cigarettes from his friends. cb. i dun even noe we would be walkin down in the 1st place sia. i stil taut we would be takin bus. dots. den went to bugis to check out the movies, finally we found one! ha! ' never back out'. it was alright... all about fighting. ouch! really. after movie, he wanted to settle e dinner for mac. but no no for me. i'm kinda sick of mac. den i said long john. but by e time we walked over, ljs was closed. sad. came back over, finally we settled for mos. sat n talked n soon it was home sweet home...&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/4110803391208658538-4904151747724894259?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4904151747724894259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=4904151747724894259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4904151747724894259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4904151747724894259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/kate-spades-3.html' title='kate spades &lt;3'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGpmC40jJ0I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GMRSfVLtzpc/s72-c/classic+noel+harry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-8152574375958070800</id><published>2008-06-30T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:29:10.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfnehatwoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VN83v_2pkpw/s1600-h/P120608_14.50%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217393204884521602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfnehatwoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VN83v_2pkpw/s320/P120608_14.50%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my new toy... ok not very new. quite some time already. ha! tt time ck me n a fren were playin in the station while waitin for train. loser gotta get flicked on the knuckle. ouch k! anyway, tt cigarette was from melvin. sad crocodile... being forced to smoke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfnfGGIzEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RiGeWcfC3nI/s1600-h/P130608_17.43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217393214730325058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfnfGGIzEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RiGeWcfC3nI/s320/P130608_17.43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfnfcxoCwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/JcU0I4iyhBA/s1600-h/P130608_17.44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217393220818307842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfnfcxoCwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/JcU0I4iyhBA/s320/P130608_17.44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; his 1st book out on 13 june... i think CD uni suits him better as compared to the army uni. ha! he looks like malay wad. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfjxY0_9mI/AAAAAAAAAas/ovBpixtstqY/s1600-h/P210608_05.13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217389130949850722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfjxY0_9mI/AAAAAAAAAas/ovBpixtstqY/s320/P210608_05.13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on our way back from boat quay... met junhao n guys on the friday, 20 june. i think he looks not bad with my shawl! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfjxSIMLaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/es6qjsZYWIo/s1600-h/P210608_05.13%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217389129151294882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfjxSIMLaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/es6qjsZYWIo/s320/P210608_05.13%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfjxkCge1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/51rtdd1i88A/s1600-h/P210608_05.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217389133959297874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfjxkCge1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/51rtdd1i88A/s320/P210608_05.14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; total shagness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok here comes the update...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fri(27): quarreled. wanted to break up. just felt this rs is nth but quarrels. but ya. anyway, crazy me, @ 4.30 felt like swimming. n off i went~ ha! when i was at the end, nearer to the baby pool, i saw this guy walkin into the jacuzzi. weirdly he was, he just went in for only around 10mins. den off he went. dots. like tt oso shiok... oh well~ den didn meet him after he booked out... relax till 5.30pm. den later in the night around 10+, he n his friends came to pick me up from my place. went to simpang den next was to bishan for some prawning sessions!!! haha... madness. met lydia from sac. been a long time man... n soon after, the guys started their prawnin sessions. ok. seriously an advice, NEVER EVER go out with a bunch of ns guys. seriously. @ simpang, with his 2 other ns friends, dey started talking abt ns already. went to prawnin, met up with more ns guys, e only topic was abt ns. den sr n his bro came. he haven enter ns so only listened. ha! den another ns guy came. even more topics abt ns. faints. tt whole night, 4hrs of prawning session, 4hrs of ns talks. omg. 4hrs of sharing sessions o stories from the diff units, experiences, rankins n etc. oh my goodness! anyway, e guys were lousy. 4 guys, 25 prawns. sr n his bro, 16 prawns i think. ha! after 4am, dey went to wash n cooked it. sat down n enjoy their result... den the ns chats again! i just lived in my own world with e ds lite. ha! left dere maybe ard 5+am... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat(28): soccer match @ broadrick sec in kallang. dey kana thrashed. lol! 1st time announcin. 2-5. ha! but bad thing for me. i kana 5 F* INSECT BITES ON THE SAME FOOT!!! f shit man. all thanks to him. den we went oppo to the old airport road food centre to makan. oh my.... my 1st time dere k! hahaha! so big man! so many yummylicious food dere! i only walked 2/3 n i gave up. too many choices, too diff to choose from. n guess what?! dere's direct bus from my place! bus no. 10... haha! hmmm.. next time next time. this time round, no more mj n watchin of soccer matches. thank god. reached hm real early... guessed we were all really tired.  hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sun(29): nth much. he went back really early around 1+ 2. ok euro finals. as expected, even by his CD admin, he'll geng mc to watch it. ha! true enough. in the end, went to watch @ xy's bro place. ha! xiuyi is junhao's gf. i stil rmb i had a hard time rememberin her name n some of his friends' names. chinese names. tts y. confusing~ pity xy, she stays near greenridge but studies at tp. tts even further den yy k. omg. n she's stayin up with them. but heard she's slpin already. at least get some rest. if my bf like tt ah, sure gan him man. tts a very DIRECT hint already. :) so since mr ng managed to get 2 days mc, will be meetin him tmr. oh well... n actually i'm supposed to meet jordan tmr afternoon only. but no news from him... dots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;latest addiction: ds lite. game ' fish tycoon '. as the name says it all, it's about fish. ha! rearin and selling of fishes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any new games to recommend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man... look at the time. being with him, makes me get so used to slping this 'EARLY'. RIGHT. thanks mr ng. i guess i most probably can last till the match ends man... ha! we'll see... worst come to worst, slpin in the cinema tmr only. ha! he ever slept before! -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my bro is weird... at times in the night, he would suddenly go for a swim... dots. we guessed he's too stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-8152574375958070800?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8152574375958070800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=8152574375958070800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8152574375958070800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8152574375958070800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-toy.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SGfnehatwoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VN83v_2pkpw/s72-c/P120608_14.50%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7870003356869564566</id><published>2008-06-26T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:00:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. just now when i checked my emails.&lt;br /&gt;someone by the username of gracielyn added me in livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;alright. to my surprise, it's dingling and i think her partner is grace.&lt;br /&gt;but dingling is the model. obviously~ ha! but ya.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is REALLY weird.&lt;br /&gt;seeing your own friend modelin.. ha!&lt;br /&gt;here's the link: &lt;a href="http://gracielyn.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://gracielyn.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad. not my type of clothes. ha!&lt;br /&gt;good luck to them eh~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7870003356869564566?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7870003356869564566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7870003356869564566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7870003356869564566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7870003356869564566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-6106719007220944653</id><published>2008-06-25T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:14:23.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week's update... LOL</title><content type='html'>thurs(19): a simple family dinner to celebrate my dad's bday. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri(20): was supposed to pick him up from his camp. but i was late. so met at his place instead. book the movie ticks @ 9.25pm cine. but guess what? guess of tt ass, we took e cab @ 9.25pm. WELL DONE. watched 'get smart!' ha! not bad... went to chinatown to eat porridge cuz of ass. den went down to boat quay to find junhao n guys. faints. reached abt 1+am. stayed till 4+am before home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat(21), sun(22): woke up @ 3. ass went to play soccer. WELL DONE despite his mild ligament tear. hmmm. den as usual after soccer, went to uncle vincent's place, like last wk, for mj session and soccer match. but tis time round was worst. i was supposed to leave halfway for my own home. den ass suggested to go over to his place to take his things den head back to my place. wanted to leave at 6 after the midnight charge. madness guys, continued to play mj. den it started to pour heavily. wtf. waited till 8+ till it was slight drizzle n we left. went to his place, ass packed his stuff den we slept. ok. ass too reliant on me when it comes to waking up. dots. WELL DONE. alarm rang @ 10.30am. both ignored till it was 11.15am when i woke up n asked wad time was it. he stil could reply it was 11am only. i asked him to prepare 1st cuz he needed a longer time with his uni. den he kept asking me. den bs. super duper dulan with him. prepared till 11.30am. WELL DONE. he had to cut his hair somemore. i stil haven buy e stuff. kat reached earlier @12. i was still waitin for cab. super dulan. didn talk all e way. by the time i reached, it was 12.45pm. pokie n kat were @ my place already. sorry girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the bbq, he mia-ed for his soccer. i wasn't happy. because when we reached, i changed n went down. he changed den did his soccer stuff. like wtf. den when bbq was over, everyone returned to my place, he went up str away. like wtf. i taut he wanted to check only. den he was up dere for more den half an hr. ppl askin whr he went. i was really pissed off. not really but f*. by e time i went up, he had bathed and changed into his uni already. WELL DONE. came down awhile den left. really wtf. hope he see this post. sent him out den slowly one by one left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end left pokie, joc, boying n nic. ok. e gambling session was madness!!! ha! i was really suay! JUST ASK THEM! LOL! changed lots of games. blackjack to in between to poker. the whole session was filled with nth but laughter. ha! &lt;3 left @11+pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy me, once i reached hm, i went online till 2+am. so i was officially awake for 36hrs. i broke my own record. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon(23): went over to paulynn's place @6+pm. 1st time seeing her in her kebaya and her scary makeup. ha! the standard SIA makeup. left @10pm. tt girl kept fallin aslp. ha! too tired from her trainin already eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues(24): was supposed to meet jordan. but cancelled e appt with him. acc paulynn for her shopping for her 1st flight on wed to Perth. went to little india. ha! i think it was my 1st time dere. lol. she went for threadin and waxing. i wanna try threadin the next time! it's so fast! anyway, went to town for her shopping. den here comes the confusing part. i was joinin paulynn n her two other guy friends. cuz she was supposed to meet them but aiya, complicated. anyway, kat was joinin us for dinner. den i went to bally to find sheena. just nice she was off work. ha! den tt girl wan me to acc her to far east. dots. in e end, i told her after dinner i would find her. so had mac for dinner. after dinner, den went to find sheena at e mrt station. den acc her to raffles city for her swaroski necklace. oh man! i like one of the card compartments from swarovski man! ha! den after tt, met kat at the station and took the train back tgt. ha! busy busy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed(25): was supposed to meet kat but i had diarrhea twice. boo! wtf. n runnin nose ever since sun nite. so stayed at hm. wanted to go to tm to take e passport size photos but didn. sad. tmr lor... ha! stayed hm e whole day. i'm such a good girl! hahaha.... oh ya! i duno y but ppl like to disturb me in the mornin man. omg. calls n msg-es in the mornin but not afternoon. dots. oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-6106719007220944653?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6106719007220944653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=6106719007220944653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6106719007220944653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6106719007220944653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-weeks-update-lol.html' title='1 week&apos;s update... LOL'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-6331812282202311239</id><published>2008-06-19T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:50:16.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tues(17): happy birthday to my cousin! e one who is getting married. yup. anyway, went out with jake to celebrate his bday. kinda. just a dinner to make it up for not attendin his bday celebrate at st.james like today(18) when his bday is on the 19th. yup. if i go, it'll be kinda awkward for me. only noe him and jeremy, and all guys i think. so not gg. darling boy doesn like me to club. so yup. so we had dinner den slack around to wait for zhong to go hm tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed(18): met ck at simpang for a really late dinner. ha! midway, his friend joined us. i didn know tt at 1st. finished up real early and dey suggested to go elsewhr to chill and slack ard since his friend drove. went to ecp. on the way, *** called when i was in the car. asked wad was i doin and etc n i told him i was in e car and on the way to ecp. ok. he wasnt happy. sayin it was kinda too much. me with 2 guys. den he kept quiet. he was using his bunkmate's hp. so i said i would call him back. once i alighted, i immed called him but his hp was turned off. either no batt or he turned it off. once agn, quarrels agn. i seriously dun tink anything is wrong about it. it's not like i was with a guy gg to ecp. but he knows ck as well. e 3 of us just simply sat at a table and chat alittle. dey bought some bottles of beer but i didn even touch. at 12 midnight, his friend sent both of us home. i alighted at the bus stop and walked home instead. i kept my distance from his friend. seriously, no comments on this issue. ever since he entered ns, more nonsensical quarrels. i seriously don't know what to do about it. sometimes i really feel this rs is filled with nth but quarrels and more quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs(19): 3 occasions.&lt;br /&gt;1stly: happy birthday to my dad!&lt;br /&gt;2ndly: happy anniversary to him! if it's still a happy one. last month's anni oso quarreled. f* la.&lt;br /&gt;3rdly: happy birthday to jake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-6331812282202311239?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6331812282202311239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=6331812282202311239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6331812282202311239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6331812282202311239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/tues17-happy-birthday-to-my-cousin-e.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-2768208607938949685</id><published>2008-06-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:02:40.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fri(13): i just realised friday was the 13th. ha! oh well... i left home at 3.30. stil thinking i was too early. took my own sweet time. but oh man... it took me 1.5hrs from my hse to his place. actually slightly more. omg. n i reached dere ard at 5.15. just nice, he was on his way here. i still rmb when i 1st saw him, i was kinda surprised. ha! 1st time seein him in the civil defence uniform. ha! looks gd~ wahahaha~ alright. rested at his place before we went to woodlands for some mj with some officers. ha! but tt nite we kinda quarreled over a v familiar matter. tts me contactin quite a no. of guys and gg out with them. dots. oh well. i gave my explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat(14) &amp;amp; sun(15): we were ok in the afternoon. den went down to bowen sec to watch his soccer teammates for some soccer session. den madness it was, followed them to jalan kayu for some prata, after which, followed them to uncle vincent's place for some mj and watchin soccer sessions. ordered mac @ 2+am. guess we stayed till wad time? ha! 6+am. the adults finished 4 ports of mj. while us, 2 ports plus 2 soccer matches. faints. when everything ended, we came out of the room. shocking to hear tt uncle vincent's lady boss won $810!!! one guy lost $600+. wilson and wilkin's dad won $80. uncle vincent lost $260. omg. just one nite one can win till so much. ha! just imagine become professional players. every night play like tt. wohoo! ha! oh well... den we took bus home! 1st time after several visits den i realised dere's exactly 2 direct bus home. faints. took with son and his dad. his dad was grumbling tt he only won $80 after 4 ports. like a waste of time and etc... ha! funny he was. den reached hm ard 7+am, slept at 8+am. woke up at 1+pm. was late. gotta get his ns stuff. went to plaza and greenridge to get his stuff. omg. it was scorchin n tt ass made me walked so hurriedly. rushin against time. den went back, iron his uni, polished his boots n etc. omg. now i know e feeling of preparing for your boy for his ns. ain't easy. was real tired. 2 of us fell aslp and both didn set alarm. BEST. his mum woke us up at 7.30pm when he gotta book in at 8pm!!! lol. we were in shocked of cuz~ rushed like mad. dumped everything inside his bag. he tidied up as we walked. board e cab, he was stil tyin his shoes' laces. ha! oh well. but tt trip, it cost me $30. WELL DONE. went back hm. ate dinner. and happy father's day! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon(16): did nth except slackin at home. had dinner with family. time to spend more time with them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-2768208607938949685?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2768208607938949685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=2768208607938949685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2768208607938949685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2768208607938949685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/fri13-i-just-realised-friday-was-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5620544787789147527</id><published>2008-06-12T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T03:20:49.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok madness... 3 posts in a shot.&lt;br /&gt;tts e result of not blogging regularly.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed(11june): set alarm at 1pm. slept agn. thank god zhong msg me at 1.45pm. ha! i was supposed to meet her at 2.30 at tanah merah. but by then, i would be late as well. but ended up, she changed to 3pm. why?! cuz tt silly girl, changed her whole outfit cuz of me. i wanted to try my new pair of heels. so i asked if she was wearing heels. in e end, to wear it with me, she changed her whole outfit again. haha! silly girl. tts e reason for pushin the time later. i thought it was because she would be late as well. went down to cine, ate pasta, watched the movie 'sex and the city'. i thought it was kinda bimbo or doesn worth the watch, but i was wrong. the movie isn't that bad! in fact, not bad or rather, it's nice! ha! the movie was real long! almost 2.5hrs man! i didn even realise it was tt long. tt shows tt i was too engrossed in the movie. yup! lots of branded stuff and you know what's the best part? she's into walk-in closet as well! ha! my dream man... you should see the one the guy built for her. it's my dream closet man! oh gosh! this movie kinda made me realised, marriage isn't really that important. most importantly, is what makes the two really happy. why couples may change after marriage? why can't they remain the same like when they were dating still? hmmm... marriage can really change two lives into heaven or hell. oh welll... just how they cope with it thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i walked with heels till before the movie. lol. after movie, i changed into my very own slippers which i've brought along! i knew i couldn last long. ha! i wore heels twice and walked and shopped. and both times i ended up buying slippers. -_-. heels are killers. but zhong was still in her heels. ha! oh well... then she decided to eat at far east. faints. walked all the way down to far east just to eat her ramen. faints. walked passed paragon. there's gucci sales! oh man! it's tempting k! but no more high end shopping for me. or rather, no more shopping for me, seriously. i need to get rid of some clothes. my extra hanging bar, the pole couldn hold and dropped twice. dots. tts a sign to me not to add anymore onto it. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept reminding myself. at this age, i shouldn be carryin branded bags. i'm still young. yup. when we were in gucci, zhong was askin y i didn wanna buy since dere's a sales. i said,' if i wanted to, i would hav gotten the burberry bag instead. after 30% sales and 40% staff discount, it was $995 stil!!! but nah...' once u start buying branded bags, u wont stop. and tts e worst part when there's always the upcoming new collections and trends. u'll die. become slaves to the branded goods. wanted to get the gucci lanyard but den, 200+ on the hp. dots. abit lame ah... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached far east, walked a little but i ended up buying some stuff. faints. as well. bought a necklace at diva in cine. ha! but i've got an excuse. zhong has discount coupons! a stack of them sia. hahaha! 20% discount. so yup. excuses i know~ then i bought a top from toss. oh ya! and i bought a shawl from one of the carts at cine. 3 items. faints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seriously stopped online shopping. once start, can't stop. so yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! when heading back to the orchard station, at the art gallery there, we saw this fat girl wearing a spaget top that was really loose. and guess what? it was translucent and white in colour! omg. seriously ah... i don't know what to say. there's nothing wrong to be in whatever size you are. but at least know what types of clothes are suitable for your size. u wear clothes to make you look and feel good. if you're an attention seeker, then i've got nothing to say. just admire your guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those damn heels, i've got two water blisters on the back of the ankles now. well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 years... 730 days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you've only been inside for 2 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;omg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyday just seems so different without you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;waiting for your msg every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only managed to msg for a short period because batt life is short,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and gotta bed in early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ha! can't imagine him slping so early like 10pm and waking up at 4 or 5+ in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;good for him though. changed his life into a normal human one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank god you'll be able to book out this friday already at 5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank god you don't have to go tekong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank god you don't have to be in there for 2 weeks then you'll be able to book out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank god there wont be much overseas training for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;misses you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;idiot. didn even say a word about missing me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ha! what a way to end this lovey dovey part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh welll....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5620544787789147527?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5620544787789147527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=5620544787789147527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5620544787789147527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5620544787789147527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-madness.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3375073104902393098</id><published>2008-06-12T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:09:15.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cousin's ROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAR5q0clZI/AAAAAAAAAak/2TGmzGIXeb4/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210684451312145810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAR5q0clZI/AAAAAAAAAak/2TGmzGIXeb4/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAMQnlPCUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/OmksUJbiGf4/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210678248510261570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAMQnlPCUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/OmksUJbiGf4/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; left: my ah ma. cute right?! hahaha! if u think my mum and those aunts tgt sound like a fish market, u should hear my ah ma. 1 covers all. lol! guess those sisters inherited from their mum. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAMQ8Zi5VI/AAAAAAAAAaE/qPHXeGkmvmE/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210678254098376018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAMQ8Zi5VI/AAAAAAAAAaE/qPHXeGkmvmE/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok. seriously, i've lived for almost 20years and i didnt know my cousin's name is called apple. none of us knows tt seriously. NONE. till we received the invitation card. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAMReHALUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/62lCO0RB4v8/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210678263147408706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAMReHALUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/62lCO0RB4v8/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she looked after me since young. she bathed me since young. she's my big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAMRkqswXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hE6SCBWP9WA/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210678264907743602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAMRkqswXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hE6SCBWP9WA/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAMSKH5AVI/AAAAAAAAAac/RmcCiVVP3AQ/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210678274962293074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAMSKH5AVI/AAAAAAAAAac/RmcCiVVP3AQ/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and i'm happy for her... hopefully he's the right one for her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she quit her job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from a bank to a childcare centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tt venue is her working place. cool eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;child care centre plus cafe plus spa... oooohhhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st pic, tt guy is her boss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and her boss's mum knows my aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a small world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that day was mother's day as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wedding dinner : 20 september&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny eh she... asked me when's my turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my ah ma also! wth~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like hello! i'm not even 20!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faints...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can start to feel you know in those chinese dramas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the daughter reaches a certain age, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;relatives all start asking when is she going to get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still freaking young. not even 20. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1+yr more to even reach 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't think i wanna get married at that age either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KINDLY PLEASE BE PATIENT ABOUT IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still wanna enjoy my youth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always rmb, women's youth period is limited, unlike men's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and furthermore, you only lived ONCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-3375073104902393098?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3375073104902393098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=3375073104902393098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3375073104902393098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3375073104902393098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/cousins-rom.html' title='cousin&apos;s ROM'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAR5q0clZI/AAAAAAAAAak/2TGmzGIXeb4/s72-c/IMG_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-8326398832263518208</id><published>2008-06-11T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:20:29.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAIdsQRyvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/U5nO2hwug6A/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210674075056327410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAIdsQRyvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/U5nO2hwug6A/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dad looks beta with his spects. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_6iUXvgUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-86Q7k-Y_yU/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210658761381740866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_6iUXvgUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-86Q7k-Y_yU/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as you can see, none of the group pics was taken nicely. lol! some kana blocked, some turned away... but nonetheless, they're still my girls and i love them lots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_6ilHXNFI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fKmJXP3450E/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210658765876442194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_6ilHXNFI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fKmJXP3450E/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new age of female version harry potters... what are we missing? the wands and the broom sticks. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_4iZVLo1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/x7XJnx49-zU/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210656563689923410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_4iZVLo1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/x7XJnx49-zU/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_4ijbh1CI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xDK5Tu-cw20/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210656566400898082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_4ijbh1CI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xDK5Tu-cw20/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_4izR8yqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OqD5eWqVLKw/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210656570655689378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_4izR8yqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OqD5eWqVLKw/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_3MA3nX3I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XC8VmRgdASw/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210655079654711154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_3MA3nX3I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XC8VmRgdASw/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_3Mpe6eNI/AAAAAAAAAY8/xWwPxKJ4t8I/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210655090556958930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_3Mpe6eNI/AAAAAAAAAY8/xWwPxKJ4t8I/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_3M5zstDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9EIoxD1iHWU/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210655094939104306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE_3M5zstDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9EIoxD1iHWU/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-8326398832263518208?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8326398832263518208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=8326398832263518208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8326398832263518208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8326398832263518208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation-pics.html' title='graduation pics...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SFAIdsQRyvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/U5nO2hwug6A/s72-c/IMG_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7851446132071467187</id><published>2008-06-10T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:15:44.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;met him in town for a movie 'kungfu panda!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must watch! the panda is so cute! hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sadly to say, there were two tall guy sitting infront of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dots. gotta move here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and f irritating with people walking up and down during the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't concentrate. assholes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after which, went to his place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;packed his ns stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to plaza with his mum to buy his stuff and had dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went back to his place, slacked till 11pm then took cab home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siong sia the cab fare for these few days man. omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was at his place, he told me to go back early cuz he wanted to do his own stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was kinda sad though. asked me to leave around 9+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my mind i was thinking,' last nite already. still ask me to leave early. anything then.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after those words, i was upset inside. kept thinking about his words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then at plaza, he told me he wanna meet his friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt even worst. k lorz... anything then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought about it, it's ok... i gotta be fair though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he had been with me 24/7 for a week already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need to spare some time for his friends as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i've learnt not to be sticky anymore! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the end, he didnt meet his friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... yup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yst i started playing his ds lite once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heard of the game 'zoo keeper'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's smth like bejeweled. except that you're connecting animals. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i broke my own record yst. reached till level 64!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but guess what?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just now, i broke my own record again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;level 88!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahahahahaha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just soooooo addictive man!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE1t-htqHvI/AAAAAAAAAYk/vyi5KvIXwqs/s1600-h/P100608_01.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209941264906723058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE1t-htqHvI/AAAAAAAAAYk/vyi5KvIXwqs/s320/P100608_01.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE1t_PIKqFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/If4W2iyVeRg/s1600-h/P100608_01.19%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209941277097502802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE1t_PIKqFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/If4W2iyVeRg/s320/P100608_01.19%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmr he gotta reach at 11am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me? reach at 10am at his place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said fri nite can book out already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dots. got so fast one meh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.... see how things go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7851446132071467187?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7851446132071467187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7851446132071467187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7851446132071467187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7851446132071467187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/met-him-in-town-for-movie-kungfu-panda.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SE1t-htqHvI/AAAAAAAAAYk/vyi5KvIXwqs/s72-c/P100608_01.03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-863501304431806177</id><published>2008-06-09T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:36:33.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright... today i took cab twice.&lt;br /&gt;met two scary drivers.&lt;br /&gt;the 1st one was worst.&lt;br /&gt;much worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;board his cab at simpang.&lt;br /&gt;he greeted me and asked if i had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;yup. nth wrong.&lt;br /&gt;then he started listening to his indian songs,&lt;br /&gt;he sang and dance along.&lt;br /&gt;1st time i came across such driver.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, normally it would be the passengers instead.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. guess he didnt wanna make the journey a boring one.&lt;br /&gt;so perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! he looked like one of the bad guys from prison break.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the name. seriously, scary.&lt;br /&gt;then i realised something.&lt;br /&gt;he didn show his license.&lt;br /&gt;normally taxi drivers would stick their license on somewhere prominent.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i didnt see it at all. then i started to get worried.&lt;br /&gt;he was driving rather fast.&lt;br /&gt;manual cab n he was at 120.&lt;br /&gt;he was rather impatient with cars on the 1st lane that were going on 100 instead. -_-&lt;br /&gt;then he would go very near to them. dots. scary.&lt;br /&gt;here comes the worst part...&lt;br /&gt;when exiting from bke, he suddenly turned around and said that i was beautiful and asked me to look after my face and my body... and he kept repeating it.&lt;br /&gt;i was like wtf? super scary shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a habit.&lt;br /&gt;i always prefer to msg especially when on the cab with some weird drivers.&lt;br /&gt;you know, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;i was msging jake and him.&lt;br /&gt;in a way, it's to give myself some sense of security and ease.&lt;br /&gt;at least someone knows what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;but for him, just when i told him the cab driver was scary, there wasn't any reply.&lt;br /&gt;what a timing.&lt;br /&gt;if anything happens, guessed he maybe the last one to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went up, he didnt even ask until i reminded him.&lt;br /&gt;then later in the night, after i bought my food, he asked again.&lt;br /&gt;by then, i find there's no pt tellin him already.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt tell him.&lt;br /&gt;kinda upset though by his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i boarded the cab home, it was a female driver.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt talk at all. her hair was scary.&lt;br /&gt;long and kinda curly.&lt;br /&gt;she drove real fast as well.&lt;br /&gt;same. manual 120. she cut lane damn sudden and fast man.&lt;br /&gt;scary also.&lt;br /&gt;msged him, then i finally told him about the previous driver.&lt;br /&gt;his reaction was like wtf as well and etc.&lt;br /&gt;but what for? over already then you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you lost in betting and get frustrated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;vent it on the com or laptop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me sitting beside you, don't dare to do anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;except to shut up and watch the match with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just listen to you, how you scold the teams and etc, venting your anger on coms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who isn't afraid when seeing these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-863501304431806177?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/863501304431806177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=863501304431806177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/863501304431806177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/863501304431806177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-8950027779736242005</id><published>2008-06-08T03:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:33:15.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErNsdxWAXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tTqD9q3nnvo/s1600-h/P010608_18.24%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209202082796929394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErNsdxWAXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tTqD9q3nnvo/s320/P010608_18.24%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me at work... ha! looks so professional right?! lol. anyway, that was my last day of work at burberry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my shopping report within a month's time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;online shopping: 7 tops, 1 dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malaysia trip: 4 tops, 1 pair of shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;town: 1st trip- 2 bags, 2 dresses. 2nd trip- a pair of coach shoes and a tommy hilfiger top. 3rd trip- 4 tops from burberry. 4th trip- a pair of shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErQrhdDBYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/DdT19RWG2cE/s1600-h/P260508_03.14%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209205365140555138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErQrhdDBYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/DdT19RWG2cE/s320/P260508_03.14%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErSvyHhMsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0KMb7RyjwhE/s1600-h/P260508_03.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209207637356393154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErSvyHhMsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0KMb7RyjwhE/s320/P260508_03.16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErQqygONSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/K6W9Mu-KB1Y/s1600-h/P040608_23.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209205352537404706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErQqygONSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/K6W9Mu-KB1Y/s320/P040608_23.54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErQrfI682I/AAAAAAAAAYM/R60Tm9cBU0U/s1600-h/P040608_23.57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209205364519269218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErQrfI682I/AAAAAAAAAYM/R60Tm9cBU0U/s320/P040608_23.57.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my mum that brown and white strips top. complained about it, sayin how ugly it is and etc. f upset. so gonna sell it away... it's so f hard to please someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i think i've spent way more than 1k on shopping. f broke. tts my conclusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've learnt smth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, if possible, don't work for those high-end brands, especially on the selling floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i know why sheena changed so much after working for bally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you work in a high-end boutique, once you're familiarised with those pricings, when you go to other high-end brands and compare the pricings, you'll think it's reasonable. and when you work in this kind of boutique, you'll get to see lots of customers wearing or carryin high-ends products. the tempations and influence there. futhermore, there's something called the staff discount. which makes everything more tempting. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the environment is so high end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the customers you serve, also so high end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the products you sell, are so high end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naturally, you'll wanna be that high end as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone can afford to buy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's just whether you can afford to afford buying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but working at such places, can really experience all sorts of customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some customers carryin LV bags, asking if there's a sales. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup, that's perfectly fine. but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i say there's 15%, their reactions were like,' huh? 15% only?'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my mind, the very 1st thought was, ' hello. LV no sales you still can afford to buy. here give you 15% stil say only 15%. wtf. might as well go back to the LV to buy lor.' dots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, you'll get to serve this type of customers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some customers carrying LV bags still find our bags expensive even though it's after discount. i find them really very weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, you'll get to see some cheapos there as well. you don't know to laugh or be irritated. cheapos but yet they want to buy branded stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've decided, if i ever want to work, i won't want to work at burberry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why? too many malays. not that i'm racist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they tend to speak malay infront of you. so it seems like they like to outcast the chinese there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't talk behind their backs. they do understand simple chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i f hate the assistant manager. when the manager, lisa isn't around, she act like a big boss and etc. even the manager helped to clean the bags sections, the hardest place to clean. that assistant manager, only knows how to ask me to clean and she does the easy jobs. fucked up. she's an indian but she speak malay. duno wtf is she la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another malay, fucked up. round like fuck. only know how to ask me to do and take things while she just stands at the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ever once told jave, fat one don't walk, skinny one walk. no wonder like that. fucked up. look like a bulldog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's entering ns on tues... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh man... tts like so f fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;months ago i just left polylife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;weeks ago i just officially graduated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;days ago i jus went to sok peng's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from sun night, he stayed over till sat afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;24/7 together....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but two days later, only weekends can meet, unless don't know when then he 8-5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh welll.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-8950027779736242005?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8950027779736242005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=8950027779736242005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8950027779736242005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8950027779736242005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/SErNsdxWAXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tTqD9q3nnvo/s72-c/P010608_18.24%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7469387330523972256</id><published>2008-06-05T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:28:58.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;words from humans' mouth cannot be completely trusted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even the closest ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;said not to touch soccer betting tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ya...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinda disappointed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cnt seem to trust his words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ain't the 1st time already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nvm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said he would quit smoking after entering NS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he has been asking his friends if he could bring cigarettes in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he told me he knows what he's doing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what he says, he really mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but his actions seem rather contradicting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm quite confused,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't know if i should really trust him anot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i told him before,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if he can't... i'll really....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya. sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really afraid...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can only see how it goes after he enters ns...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7469387330523972256?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7469387330523972256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7469387330523972256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7469387330523972256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7469387330523972256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/words-from-humans-mouth-cannot-be.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-2096458562253914966</id><published>2008-06-05T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T04:04:35.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stopped working since monday.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is good.&lt;br /&gt;ha! slacking away like no one's business,&lt;br /&gt;relaxing and enjoying the day and night with him.&lt;br /&gt;24/7. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days' updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st may: sok peng's bday but before i jump to that, back to my work.&lt;br /&gt;guess who i met during my work?&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i was so suay man.&lt;br /&gt;i actually saw MR JEFFREY HO. yes him.&lt;br /&gt;i was at the cashier area and i immediately spotted him once he stepped into the boutique.&lt;br /&gt;i was like OMG. i was hoping he wouldn notice me but obviously i failed.&lt;br /&gt;he was shocked to see me there and he thought i was working as a full-timer. ha!&lt;br /&gt;then he started asking if i liked the area and how much i was being paid.&lt;br /&gt;then asked me where's the guys section. like dots. never been here before meh? that's what i thought. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;he walked in then shortly, he walked out already. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the sequence but i met quite a few people this day.&lt;br /&gt;i saw yvonne, from our course, and her gf but she didn see me.&lt;br /&gt;because i siam her. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw york feng, from sac, and her gf. omg.&lt;br /&gt;her gf is F ER XIN. sorry to say that. but really.&lt;br /&gt;when she walked in, all of us noticed her gf 1st.&lt;br /&gt;1stly, it was her dressing.&lt;br /&gt;her top or rather spaget, looked as if it couldn hold her boobies.&lt;br /&gt;meaning, showing part of her boobs, which looked REALLY GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;then her hair was gold and she looked kinda acting cute but tying to the side i think.&lt;br /&gt;btw, her figure isn't that gd. she was kinda FAT. sorry but to say that.&lt;br /&gt;i kept telling my colleagues, damn disappointed in her sia.&lt;br /&gt;why she get this type of gf...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's her choice. she happy can already lor.&lt;br /&gt;it all comes down to the word 'LOVE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post will be on my shopping sprees...&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know y i gotta stop here?&lt;br /&gt;cuz SOMEONE wanna use MY LAPPY for his use lor.&lt;br /&gt;asshole. he better pass me all his winnings if not...&lt;br /&gt;then now he pretending to look at the tv when he might be looking at this screen at the corner of his eyes. ha! idiotic freak.&lt;br /&gt;yes it's 4am in the morning and i'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;ever since sunday night, i've been slpin at 6+am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;nothing special. ha!&lt;br /&gt;been watchin dvds and we're done like 2,3 days with a 25-epi hk drama.&lt;br /&gt;pro eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-2096458562253914966?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2096458562253914966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-218418317076328821</id><published>2008-05-25T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:58:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thurs: afternoon shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri: full shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat: full shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun: morning shift! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man man man... it's REALLY tiring workin at a retail store. u'll really see all sorts of different people. especially the tourists. you know which are the top 2 most horrible shoppers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. 1 koreans. no. 2 china people. for ngee ann city burberry boutique. jus hate serving them. fussy picky took a long long time to choose. man man man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u'll be able to see how those rich asses shop. really. it's like as if we're shoppin at pasar malam. dey dun hav to tink abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! before i forgot. todae there were these two f irritating women. i taut dey were nice. so i went to take the item tt one of them reserved. dey took a really long time to decide if dey wanna get tt. omg. den dey started askin abt wad if it gets dirty. not sure abt tt so i jus told them dey could bring it to any boutique for e cleanin services. den dey asked wad if yearly cleanin service. so i asked lisa n lisa explained to them tt it'll be done externally by another cleanin company n dey hav to bring it to the shop themselves. [ my god. a high end brand actually does tt. dey should do it for e customer man. dey doesn hav after sales service. lousy] anyway, e older women said,' well, at least u provided us with the information tt we needed.' ok in directly sayin me. den nvm. den she continued askin wads e material outside. den asked wads e material for e lining. as if it really does matter. i asked lisa den tt STUPID OLD HAG said smth which she taut it'll be hurtful to me. she asked if i was new. ha! i told her right in her face, lookin at her in e eyes and givin a some sort of smirky smile n said,' YES I AM!'. lol! immediately shut her up man. hahaha! pissed off with this type of customer man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe, after workin at a boutique n tt high end, i dun tink i'll wanna work here as a full timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, i treat customers how dey treat me. if dey were being v nice, no matter how long dey take, i'll still chat with them happily n etc. but if customers like tt fucked up, stil smile, but fake smile, chop chop n bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, u need to be kinda aggressive cuz u'll hav a target to hit to earn ur comm. i'm kinda go with the mood type. tts y i'll die in sellin e contact lens solutions if long term. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but workin in high end boutique, u can really earn alot alot alot. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rdly, i cant work in a retail boutique! so many temptations! in e end, wadeva i'm earnin goes back to the company. dots. tts wads happenin right now when i'm workin at burberry boutique. oh man.... shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gss is on! time for me to shop! but i've only got tmr because it's mornin shift n monday. e rest of e daes i'll be working! boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarreled with him for e past few days till wanna break.&lt;br /&gt;but back to lovey dovey as usual. lol.&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks and he'll be gg in already.... :(&lt;br /&gt;tts like so so so so so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week i'll still be workin at burberry.&lt;br /&gt;do come and visit me! ha!&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like workin for complete amo already.&lt;br /&gt;sian le but felt bad towards kenneth. ha!&lt;br /&gt;oh wellllsss....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-218418317076328821?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/218418317076328821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=218418317076328821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/218418317076328821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/218418317076328821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/thurs-afternoon-shift-fri-full-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-4504008114186308998</id><published>2008-05-20T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:55:48.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bad news.&lt;br /&gt;my contact list gone.&lt;br /&gt;so meanin, i need everyone's hp no.&lt;br /&gt;thanks. text me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-2427406109234613281</id><published>2008-05-20T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:09:40.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;wanna break up.&lt;br /&gt;thought finally took off den will be able to spend it with him.&lt;br /&gt;nah. didn turn out tt way.&lt;br /&gt;instead of restin and enjoyin, i spent it quarrelin n crying.&lt;br /&gt;i was really disappointed as well.&lt;br /&gt;5 days of full shift. finally an off dae is like winnin e top prize.&lt;br /&gt;but instead, i lost even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarreled over a prank call.&lt;br /&gt;to me, it's scary for an unknown person to know where i stay and my hp no.&lt;br /&gt;but to him, it's nth but just a prank call and he'll do smth when e person calls e 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;but for me, y wait till e 2nd time to happen when u can just stop at e 1st.&lt;br /&gt;he assured me nth will happen but still, he cnt be with me 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm supposed to hop onto his cab at tanah merah.&lt;br /&gt;but he only board e cab when i was at kallang station already.&lt;br /&gt;i told him before to msg me when i reach tanah merah till i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;y? b'coz smth happened to me at tanah merah e escalator going up before.&lt;br /&gt;that's y i dun like e idea of waitin for so long at that hour and alone.&lt;br /&gt;so quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached my room, big quarreled till i really wanna give up.&lt;br /&gt;totally diff views. cant communicate.&lt;br /&gt;at our 7th month, we quarreled and i wanted to give up as well.&lt;br /&gt;i said 7months of quarrels definitely beta den a yr of quarrels. tts y i wanted to end it. i knew e quarrels will nv stop.&lt;br /&gt;quarreleds for 3hrs plus.&lt;br /&gt;imagine ah, i woke up at 8am, stood for 12hrs den come back still have to face this type of thing, it's worst den workin and not meetin him.&lt;br /&gt;i was totally shagged from work. taut can finally rest and be with him somemore. den hav to go tru hell agn.&lt;br /&gt;den we sort of ok already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den reach my room, he sae wanna send bilu off to perth.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda reluctant not because i got smth against her.&lt;br /&gt;but i was already so f shagged already.&lt;br /&gt;at tt pt, i really regretted. should hav let him go home den he can send her off while i can have my proper rest. i guess how shag i was nv crosssed his mind.&lt;br /&gt;den argued over her, i used to have smth against her. it's like ur bf recommendin her infront of u. like i have said, u cant push a friend to me n said tt she'll be my gd friend. i need to slowly discover and understand her and not tru a 3rd party.&lt;br /&gt;he told her not sendin her already. i said nvm, send her den.&lt;br /&gt;when i sae send, i really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;so he told her abt it.&lt;br /&gt;but at 6+am, took a rest den i could no longer wake up. i couldn even move my body. f shagged.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm stil awake at 8am, it means i'm like awake for 24hrs str.&lt;br /&gt;he sae tt i was so tired den in e end we didn send her off.&lt;br /&gt;but he was disappointed in me.&lt;br /&gt;here comes e heart breakin part.&lt;br /&gt;i know he was unhappy tt we couldn send her.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not as if i purposely dun wanna send her.&lt;br /&gt;when i sae smth, i really mean it. send means send but i couldn wake up so cnt send.&lt;br /&gt;i know he'll be unhappy tts y i sae sorry already.&lt;br /&gt;den gave my explanation.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like u're not takin it in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u disappointed? i'm even more disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;finally took a day off, hopin to enjoy e nite and day with u happily,&lt;br /&gt;but it ended up tis way.&lt;br /&gt;i apologized, hopin u'll forgive me den we can spend e rest of e day happily still.&lt;br /&gt;but nope. u ignored me. u slept alone.&lt;br /&gt;and i spent my day cryin and den resting.&lt;br /&gt;i regretted.&lt;br /&gt;u should have gone home. matters wont become worst.&lt;br /&gt;and i can hav a proper rest and u can send her off as well.&lt;br /&gt;but instead of restin, i'm makin myself feel even more tired and&lt;br /&gt;even much worst den working.&lt;br /&gt;if i know all these would happen, i would rather spend e dae working rather den meetin u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during e 5days of work, i kept lookin forward to this dae. even if dey assigned me to work, i would request for an off dae as well to spend it with u.&lt;br /&gt;u really duno how much i treasure this dae.&lt;br /&gt;i already have so little time to spend it with u,&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like u dun really treasure e time we can be tgt.&lt;br /&gt;den forget it. jus keep ignorin me all e wan.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dun look forward to our next meetin day already.&lt;br /&gt;no pt. later quarreled again. wad for den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull urself away from tis rs ba.&lt;br /&gt;i dun see a future in tis rs except for more quarrels,&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;to u, i'm jus a self centered gf who is full of her own views n everything.&lt;br /&gt;always tinkin she's e only one sacrificin in tis rs. treatin tis rs as a game. puttin e word break on her lips everytime.&lt;br /&gt;when we quarreled, i thought from ur pt of view tts y i gave in.&lt;br /&gt;but tink from my pt of view too. y am i tinkin tis way...&lt;br /&gt;y i wanna break it's not because i'm treatin tis rs as a game.&lt;br /&gt;if i am, i dun hav to put in so much f effort n time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sick n tired of quarrelin n i noe it's nv endin for us.&lt;br /&gt;every few days quarrel. nv ever once we have a month without quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i dun tink i'm e one for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pullin myself away from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wad an anni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-2427406109234613281?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2427406109234613281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=2427406109234613281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2427406109234613281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2427406109234613281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/quarreled.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-8459224155166365363</id><published>2008-05-12T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:59:17.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10may: the girls' outing! met at 11am at somerset station. man.. it's like so early to be in town at that hour man. ha! had sakura buffet. kinda madness for my 1st meal. anyway, pokie and sok peng didn meet us. sad. e next time we'll meet will be our grad ceremony! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after e buffet, went to cine to play yy's ddr. lol! lame shit la! none of us wanna play with her. ha! so in e end, she went to ask e girl who was playin earlier on. hahaha! after which, i walked down to PS with kat. she went to meet her boy and i took e train down to meet lincoln at compass pt. reached abt 4 plus. i taut i needed the papers for my next tues's job assignment at whitesands. but i could jus use a new one though. but e prob was i dun hav enuff timesheet. anyway, he's gonna help me to submit to kenneth. was really bored. sat there n disturbed him all e way till 8+pm. eileena was workin dere too! so qiao! we went shoppin and went around buyin food. dey dun hav to work whenever i'm around. ha! went to e pasar malam and found e screen protector for my motorola hp! guess wad, no one had seen my motorola hp before. kinda sad. but some find it cool. i find it cool but useless. ha! anyway, it's a free hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... u can contact me at 96851855 as well for e time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den had some miscommunication with dar. so ended up didn look for him at his place dere. went to town to meet jake. man... we've been friends for like 4 yrs already but we met less den 10times man. ha! he's really FAT now. lol. cannot let him see tt word. but kinda surprising his gf didn complain he grew fatter. e gf so kind sia... and wads more shockin is he n e gf actually have been tgt for slightly more den a yr!!! i mean it's nth new for others but it's smth new for jake. none of his rs had been more den 2 months, i tink? ha! his father was shocked as well. dots. time passes real fast. he'll be ord in sept already. and by den, i'll be in nyp already. faints... chatted till abt 10plus. went to cine's toilet den we walked down to orchard station. halfway tru, i decided to look for dar at pasir ris. so shared cab. e cab uncle was scary. duno should call it hyper active or self high man. but he's an impatient driver. hu oso scold and complain n etc. dots. alighted jake at outram station because no one knows e place whr he wanna meet his friends. lol. by e time i reached, e cab fare was exactly 30bucks. we kana midnight charge. late by a few mins. dots. sad. so ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met dar. went to his cousin's bbq for awhile den went to helena's fren's chalet at changi. i hate changi's chalet. theirs was jus right beside OCH. wtf. two paths. one leadin to OCH which was total pitch dark and u see tt OCH right dere. GOSH. it's nth when it's e day. but it was like 1+am already k! heard so many stories abt e chalet dere. gosh. tt will be e last place i wanna hav my chalet at man. was bored n real tired. helena, wilkin n dar played 3 ppl mj. played till nan feng den dey gave up. ha! so bored. went to simpang to makan den it was home sweet home... shagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-8459224155166365363?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8459224155166365363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=8459224155166365363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8459224155166365363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8459224155166365363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/10may-girls-outing-met-at-11am-at.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-724447766493533458</id><published>2008-05-12T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:41:55.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9may: worked at compass pt. man. sales sucks. real slow. at late afternoon, i was still at a single digit sales man. dots. acuvue wasn doin well as well. everyone was quite worried except maybe for ciba vision. ha! ciba vision kills both of us, complete n acuvue. weihao was workin but didn really talk much cuz he was at e other end. found 2 new friends. eddy and mingzhen. so qiao. mingzhen is janice's friend and was from tp too. ha! and she works for both acuvue n complete. complete is filled with tp ppl man. me, janice and her bf, mingzhen, lincoln, xinglong. oh ya! damn qiao la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tues xinglong took over me right, den eileena n i find him super familiar la. den she asked if he was from tp. and yes he is. from business and his elder bro is delong!!! hahaha! both of them look alike. anyway, on fri, xinglong came down to pass me my timesheet and sales sheet because both of us sharing for e tues's pay. dots. so mafan. another joker. jus like his bro. mingzhen n i really talked alot alot alot. as in really ALOT. majority of e time we were talkin. ha! many topics in common. she's interested in burberry. high end salesperson. she has an online shop as well. and etc. den eddy kept complainin we left him out. ha! oh welll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandy, my manager, came down. she started pushin for e sales. dots. she looks scary with her makeup n her looks. really. anyway, u noe wads e best part in e end? when mingzhen n i were packin up for closin, we finished at about 9.40pm. then when we looked up, bloody **** e shop closed already without even tallyin the sales n stocks with us!!! wtf?!?! mingzhen n i were in shocked lor. worked for so many yrs, we nv experienced this type of thing before. dots. thank god i know who would be workin for e next day. lincoln! parents came to pick me up. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-724447766493533458?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/724447766493533458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=724447766493533458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/724447766493533458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/724447766493533458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/9may-worked-at-compass-pt.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-6288770437745895227</id><published>2008-05-08T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:49:58.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright... i know i was missing for quite some time. ha!&lt;br /&gt;been working k! earnin some money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st-5th may: i've been workin at taka 2nd level, branded sales corner for burberry. quite an eye-opener for me though. i see e diff types of ppl u wont normally get to see in some other shops because of those rich ppl. i've nv worked in a store before though i'm always in e sales line but diff type of lines though. ha! i was in charge of e wallets and bags corner. mainly wallets. thank god. but what was e toughest part was, there would always be some irritatin freaks who examined the wallets like every single inch and would ask for other pieces to compare and etc. there was once i served these two irritating freaks, i took out 14 coin pouches for them to compare and examine. and all they bought was just one coin pouch which worth 95bucks, which was e cheapest item there. -_-. there was this cosmetic staff there, oh man, she's f irritating too. bought a wallet, i took out like 12 for her to choose from cuz e prints for all e wallets were diff. dots. so, each time she comes, i'll run away from her though she looked for me. dots. though the bags were 50% discount, but e cheapest was 525bucks still. i can conclude that the indo-chi is the richest ppl man. dey can jus simply buy e amt of bags like as if we;re shoppin at some pasar malam u know. e price doesn really matter. 3,4bags like nth to them. one family, i tink they're from vietnam. no idea. they came 3 days consecutively and bought diff products each day. seriously, the way those wealthy ppl spend, u really wanna kill them from e back. though rich, but they're difficult to handle as well. one indo-chi lady, wore diamonds bracelet, i mean e whole bracelet is made up of diamonds, diamond necklace, diamond earrings, but she took a long time choosin a wallet. i mean, comparing e new wallets agn. i ever served this couple ah, f kp, f hl, f kl. i seriously felt like stabbin them. e way they speak ah, kaoz... like they want e whole world to know tt they're rich man. e lady was tinkin if she should get e wallet tt cost 265. den she kept askin e guy. den e guy sae buy lor. den she said but for wad. den he replied,' bai zhe ye hao.'. u sae this type of guy u feel like slappin anot la! f hell. den from e lady's convers, i can really tell she's a noob when it comes to branded stuff because she follows wadeva her friends did to their branded products. like eg, her friend kept their products in e dustbags, she followed. dots. u really see all sorts of ppl there. china ppl who are rich, vietnamese who are rich, i mean u normally see those countries whose ppl are normally poor ah, but those who came to shop, were e extremes. life is really unfair. ppl here can shop as if we're shoppin at some giordano or baleno those sales period u noe. like those at tam inter. $5, $6. lol. but for them, $500, $600 will be equal to tt man. man man man... oh ya! n i was being complained by some customers. i wasn't sure abt e discounts for e clothings. so i asked feroz, he said 360 was e price after disc. anyway, i was e packer for tt period whenever angela was out for her lunch. den e cust said it should be before. so i went to ask lisa to reconfirm. she said 40%. den i told e cust. e cust argued tt it should be 50%. dots. i gave tt shockin look. i duno y. i mean it's a few dollars difference n u're tt rich. in e end, lisa came over n dey made a fuss over it. kept tellin me they're e vips of burberry. wadeva~ dey told lisa tt i gave them a shock look and when packin n looked up, i didn smile. my att sucks. i gave them e feelin as if they cnt afford n etc. wadeva la~ den dey complained to lisa tt e signages were misleadin n etc n were wrong n shouldn be done tis way. dots. u noe, some customers u really wanna scold but u cnt. how i wish i wasn' workin n if my friend kana tt, i would have said tt person man. ya i noe u cn afford. hu cnt. i can even afford ur life. but there's no need to make such a big fuss over it. dots. 5 days of full shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though tirin but it was really nice workin with them. feroz, a malay guy, started learnin chi from jason n started speakin in chi. ha! he learnt phrases like wu liao and bo liao. dots. and instead of walkin str, he kept moon-walkin back but i wont call tt moon-walk. i would call tt slidin. ha! and guess wad? feroz, jason, nurul all 18. only me, 20 and angela 25. she doesn look like one. n everyone, includin some taka staff there, guessed tt i was 17, 18 only. er.... ha! duno to be happy or sad ah. dots. anyway, burbery did extremely well for e sales period. hittin and exceedin e targets set by taka. made friends with taka staff gd eh... have 10% discount. hahaha! anyway, wanted to get 3 items. told lisa, she said to transfer to e boutique 1st den wait for gss and see if there's special staff discount n she'll get it for me. ha! hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week 14-19may, there'll be another burberry's sales at isetan scotts. but sadly to sae, i'll be workin at the ngee ann boutique instead because angela couldn work. dots. workin at e sales is much beta den workin at e boutique. i gotta really behave n etc. no more monkey actions. gotta take note of e words n etc and no more ot pay! shit! after e isetan sales, we'll be preparin for e upcoming gss! wohoo!!! durin these 5 days, i met kat, sheena, weisheng during work... so coincidental. kat workin at level 1 swaroski, sheena workin at 2nd level bally, weisheng was workin at b2 taka sq sales. ha! dar and wilson came to have lunch with me on sat. ha! ate pepper lunch again. but cuz wilson didn eat before so ya. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weisheng will be joinin burberry for e isetan sales but i wont be workin! sad. maybe can visit them after my work. ha! since it's rather near. hmmm... it's quite shockin when i found out weisheng will be joinin us though. i passed sheena e burberry namecard. she passed it to weisheng n den he went for e interview. i noe sheena passed it to him but i didn noe he went for e interview till lisa asked me one day. ' u have a friend called jeff? jave?' i was like huh? who sia... javen izit? den she started tellin me. lol. i taut weisheng's christian name was javen but it was jave. ha! sorry ah... we always call him weisheng though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6may: i was supposed to work at compass pt for e setup of e roadshow. but guessed wad, i act smart la. used another brand lip balm e night before. wanted to test if it's gd but didn expect tt i would be allergic to it. n soooo, e v next day, my lips was swollen! i was in shocked man. so obviously i couldn go to work. msg kenneth. he called n said at least help him to do e setup. so last min how to find ppl. but thank god he found someone to replace me at 11.30. so i went down to do e setup but bloody hell, tink e delivery man eat snake lor. he called kenneth at 10.30 to ask whr i was and said tt he had reached at 10am n dere wasn't anyone yet. rubbish. eileena reached at 9+ lorz. didn even see another pushin a trolley around. crap. called kenneth, he said e deliveryman couldn find me n was pushin e trolley ard. i called e deliveryman 6 times. 7th time den he picked up my call and asked me to give him A FEW MINS. but in e end, he took half an hr! i told kenneth. tt deliveryman is full of crap man. anyway, dad picked me up. headed back to simpang for some kway chap before sendin me home. later part, he came to find me. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7may: went to robinsons to collect my ot pay! like FINALLY! after so many f months man. so when collectin, i told joanna since i was helpin her to collect as well.. i duno. but to me, when leos speak, their words might carry some hidden meanings. indirectly tellin u but dun wish to be tt hurtful. so in her email, she stated at the bottom 'dun kop my money hor... jk...' u noe when u see tis type of thing, u'll bound to have other thoughts. for me, i wont even sae tt to my friends in e 1st place la... to me, it's like having some hidden meanings though. anyway, after i collected, i asked her how can i pass her and if i can transfer to her. she asked if i can or will (i forgot which one) to tamp todae. dots. crazy. help u take money stil wan me to meet u to pass it to u. since i taut she wants it in cash, den i suggest of passin it to joc on sat den she can pass it to her or transfer it to her. den she replied,' if u transfer den when can u transfer?'. i dun like e way she phrase her words ah... i'm doin her a favour n not as if i'm owin her tt type. it should be convenient for me instead of her. i gave in already man. f shit. i told her i would do it tru i-bankin n by tt night. but i forgot. so todae she msg me n asked if i've transfered. dots. like really scared i'll swollow her money lor. f shit. so after transferring, jus in case anything goes wrong, i copy n paste e ref no. for her in an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enuff of her. went to town for a movie 'what happens in vegas'. nice movie. went shopping! bought a few things. ha! wanted to visit angela at her boutique but she wasn't ard. both of us almost bored to death. chose e movie at 7.10pm. played arcade, walked ard aimlessly. thank god we went for our dinner to waste some time. ha! after e movie, it was home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8may: home. slackin at home is e best thing to do... and tts wad u'll really appreciate most when u started workin most of e days of a week. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tian ming msg me. hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've a feeling tt he's not really over it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or maybe i'm thinking too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmm. no one knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kinda feel bad tt i'm able to move on tt fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to some, promises can be broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or rather, are meant to be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but to others, promises are meant to be kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and treated seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love each and every single momeny when i'm with u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even just by doing nth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;watchin tv, lyin on each other's laps or shoulders, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;having each other accompanied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;though simple, but tts all we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's always the most simple thing tt makes everything beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at least, for me. yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hopefully everything will run smoothly for us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love you... &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-6288770437745895227?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6288770437745895227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=6288770437745895227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6288770437745895227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6288770437745895227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-8578514739831989038</id><published>2008-04-28T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:57:30.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fri(25): no idea y. but tt irritatin guy, called alan ah, suddenly like quite nice to me in e mornin sia. he helped me to carry up the starters kits n e stocks. went down n up a few times. den i asked him whr to throw those carton boxes, he asked weihao to help me to settle. lol! i was kinda like surprised by his actions. anyway, they still did put some pressure on me. sayin like we kept the stocks for u to sell n etc.. dots. anyway, it was my day man. a customer str away asked for 4 sets after i explained the promo. shiok sia. den after tt customers, many started comin in. mornin to afternoon time period, sales was damn slow man. but after tt customers, omg man. i can tell u, i bought my long john at 6pm, and from tt moment i stood up, i didn get to sit and eat until 8plus. dots. u may tink tts gd but not all promotin ended up selling. dots. but my sales for tt day was gd. 39sets. but lincoln sold 45 sets on sat n jolyn, our dearest pro seller sold till out of stock n customers can still order accordin to tt promo. she earned big bucks man! anyway, jolyn left 3 starter kits for me only man! i tell u, i gota control until when e stocks came in in e evenin. but thank god e shop had ard 10plus more for me. n thank god most of e customers didn wan e starter kits. weird. ha! oh oh! n one customer really came back for me man! so touched! she came on wed but couldn buy, er... duno y n said she'll be back for me on fri n she really did. wow!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when closing, funny aloysius n jian ting helped to clear all my carton boxes. both of them super funny e way they carried all e cartons because dey didn wanna make e extra trip all e way down to b3. gosh. thank god though i felt bad. lol. both had to make use of their armpits' muscles to hold onto e cartons while their hands were occupied as well. lol. damn funny la. tiring day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat(26): went to tm's capitol for blitz. sales sucks to e max. but it's normal cuz previous week, tt guy did worst den me. dots. but e staffs were nice to me la, especially jasper! u noe wads e weirdest thing? i taut he was one of e lowest ranks dere. but ended up, besides e manager, he's e 2nd highest rank man. dots. i was kinda shocked when he said he would sign e forms for me. lol! n i kept bullyin him with teresa. ha! teresa same age as me BUT i taut she was like 22, 23 man! gosh. lol. she's ass tall. tts y. sad for her den. ha! i taut jasper was at least 30. but he's only 28 n i kept sayin,' dun lie to me. jus tell me e truth' even though he kept sayin he's 28. hahaha! wads e best thing to do to pass e time? talk. yes. anyway, sales sucks. yup. i said tt already. after which, went to simpang to meet paulynn n chatted till like 1+am. we forgot e time n we weren done with our chattin yet stil! ha! parted n she called me on e phone to acc her because she's afraid of e dark. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun(27): i didn like one of e staffs service though. e way he replied e customer n etc. anyway, i taut sales will be slightly beta but nope. one more set den yst's sales only. but because todae, everyone wasn't really themselves like how they were on sat. restless, unwell, not tt hyper anymore. n me too. so everyone was like didn really wanna work n stuff n i was even more slack. den den den, one customer bought toric softlens b&amp;amp;l, half yr supply for 190. den i started askin so how much is it for a yr since i always purchase a yr supply. so by right should be 380. but i got it at a lower price because lincoln knows e optical shop but duno which one, n he bought mine tgt with his friend's. so we bought it in bulk which obviously would be cheaper. i told jasper e price. he said he'll be able to give me a better price as well. hahaha! alright man! but but but, i jus bought a yr supply. so means, wait til next yr lorz. lol! after work, met my parents n bro at din tai fung cuz i wanted to treat them to a meal since i finally received my 1st pay. ha! n den it was home sweet home! yeah! no work tmr n tmr. wed, night work at 11pm for burberry's setup n e girl has yet to call me to confirm everything. wth~ if she doesn call on mon, i'll hav to call her on tues den. lame. from burberry somemore. wth~ oh oh oh! i saw 2 ladies carryin this small burberry bag which is jus nice for bringin it out! i soooo wanna get it man! hopefuly sales on tt item too! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really missed him alot.&lt;br /&gt;less den 5 msg a day.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i was workin while he was away if not, i would feel much worst man...&lt;br /&gt;finally he's back in sg.&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-8578514739831989038?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8578514739831989038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=8578514739831989038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8578514739831989038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8578514739831989038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/fri25-no-idea-y.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5138267881251994768</id><published>2008-04-24T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:49:12.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wed(23): watched with him the liverpool match till 4+am. woke up at 7.45am for work. omg. super shag. super zombie. damn kenneth for placin me at causeway point. so f* far la. gotta work for 3 days somemore. i dun wanna work already man. so tiring n runnin islandwide man. burberry hasn call me to confirm abt the details for next wk's work. aint sure if i'm gonna work man. so inefficient. guess probably i'll stop workin for complete. maybe takin assignments once in awhile. if by fri burberry stil doesn call me, i'll call them to ask if i'm stil workin. if not, den i'll continue with complete till end of may most probably. gonna find office job in june, income will be more stable and also, i'll be able to match his schedule. he's enterin ns soon. ha! botak~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today wasn't my day. SERIOUSLY. this is what had happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was workin for the roadshow under better vision. but it wasn't. i was supposed to work for nanyang optical. guess what i did? blur me, i went to better vision to report. and every staff in there was stunned when they saw me. LOL! then i stil can say, ' so where do i get the stocks from?' then the lady started tellin me they're not the one doin the roadshow. it's nanyang opt. then i stil say,' huh? really mehz? i thought it's better vision.' dots. maluation~ then they asked me to check. i walked away and checked, omg. lol. ya... dots. the thing is i still waited for them to open the shop. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went down. went to the directory because i have zero idea whr's nanyang opts. i only been there like 2nd or 3rd time? omg. i was totally lost in causeway point. finally i found the shop and started 'decorating' and stock taking. my colleague sold 39 damn sets yesterday. the 1st time the staff told me when i stepped into the shop was ' yst e girl sold 40sets lei. jia you hor...' i was like wtf? maddness. so, my hopes were high. obviously. but i was wrong. yst good, today wont be good for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was lucky enough to work with adrian and aloysius! hahaha! adrian was my ex colleague from ciba vision. aloysius was from j&amp;amp;J whom i worked with at amk hub. LOL! i was shocked to see adrian there though. he kept askin me to go back to ciba to work. dots. but seriously, ciba basic much higher n can easily hit 100bucks per day. hmmm... but i forgot all the info already. nah.. aloysius. hmmm.. when i was at amk hub, everyone told me abt aloysius. some heard of his name even before they enter this line. he's a legend. wherever he goes, the sales will be good. omg. seriously man. he doesn go for small fish and small figures. jus one customer from him, can easily buy many boxes of lens. and the thing is, he doesn pull customers in. he waits for them. i mean j&amp;amp;j is so established and well known. customers go to them and not e other way round though. anyway, adrian n i had lots to talk abt. eileena is still working! LOL! i mean i'm e one who intro her in and she's stil workin but not me. it has been a yr plus man. wow~ fri, i'll be workin with weihao. hopefully ah, he stil rmbs me. ha! but workin with him n aloy ah, omg, two old birds. stressed. today, aloy damn funny. he helped adrian to sell 4 boxes of 90pcs of focus dailies. seriously, tts wow~ shocked. den duno y suddenly, aloy came over and helped me sell oso. he failed den he said sorry to me. LOL. funny ah. den he helped me agn den he succeeded. he gave lots of freebies though. lol. his way. at amk hub, he kept givin freebies to a customers as well when he was sellin for us. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called eileena. chatted with her alittle. she'll be workin on sat instead! so sad la! kept askin her to change to sun so tt we'll be able to work tgt man! hopefully~ but each time we chat, i'll have some customer. dots. den i kept calling her back and hangin up. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! there's this super duper f* irritatin guy at nanyang opts. seriously, how i wish i could jus give him a tight slap or talked back. but i couldn. y? because i still gotta work for 2 more days. omg. gotta ren. jolyn sold 39 sets ma. but i couldn. he asked how many have i sold. i said 13. he said,' wha! stil got 26 more sets to go' and he laughed. i'm like wtf? i wanted to tell him,' hello. u think everyday sunny day ah? if so, everyone would have gone into this line and earn big bucks le lor. wtf'. the way he said it, was damn cocky. maybe cuz of his face. i was real pissed off already. i complained to adrian. then u know what else he did? i was servin this damn troublesome customer la. he like ai mai ai mai but took quite a long time. he noticed it. then when e customer finally paid, i brought the cash over, he said,' wha! talked for so long only sold 2 sets ah?'. i jus smiled and walked away. seriously ah, if today was my last day, i seriously would have screwed him up. in my mind i was thinking,' hello. u tink so easy to sell ah? y dun u try and we'll see how? all he did was walkin up n down and not contributin too.' i wanted to tell him, u come here or stay in e shop oso like doin nth lei. dun waste the resources la. f* @#$%&amp;amp;. he looks super gay. cuz he's tall and skinny. and his face is long and he styles his hair upwards. like so typical gay. all he did was sittin and chattin, talking on e phone. in e shop, he was eatin and sittin down. wtf. i complained to adrian agn n he said e same way too! 'tink so easy to sell ah, u try la!' f* S O man. really spoilt my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i went down to let the manager sign, he was dere. den he saw i worked at kaijoo before n he was oh! u worked there before. it's at (he mentioned some places which i forgot) n started guessin around. i ignored him and i was lookin down. den he asked agn whr. i said,' tanjong pagar plaza'. n he was like 'oh! there got kaijoo meh?' i looked at him like huh? wtf. duno sae duno la. stil act as if u noe kaijoo. dots. TOTAL TURN OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if fri, he's this way, i'll tolerate because i still got one more day. but if last day on sunday still like tt, i'll really explode. i'm gonna quit anyway. this is not e line of industry which i intend to work for long term anyway. hu cares~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last few sets, i really struggled and pushed to sell man. omg. n i finally hit 21 sets. wth~ jolyn hit 39 sets. aloy n adrian was like sayin, by luck n it's e 1st day of roadshow. lots of customers walked in by themselves. sad. i rarely had tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, glad i ended e 1 out of 3 days already. 2 more to go. took 168 home. e journey was fast. abt less den 40mins or so. when i reached tam bus stop, oppo e station, i called him. yes my dearest him because he didn reply my msg. n guess what he was doin? slpin! bloody hell. n e best part is, i reached hm for quite awhile n he still msg me sayin faster go hm n rest lor. lol. dots. silly boy... he's leavin for genting tmr nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! forgot to mention my 2 biggest blurrest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;1st thing. i let the manager sign at the wrong place. i let her sign on thurs slot instead of wed slot. so meanin, i gotta let her resign agn on fri.&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing. when i reached hm n emptied my pocket, i then realised i had the cupboard key of the stocks. well done man. i called jolyn but too bad she stays at yewtee. if nearby, tmr i stil can pass to her. so meanin, tmr, i gotta travel all the way back to causeway pt to pass e key to her. wtf. sian. n i gotta reach dere tt early too so tt she can start setting up n to do e stock count. i took 1hr to stock count n set up lor. seriously, stock counting of the free gifts is a waste of time. so many. count until i perspire. can u believe it? damn damn damn. i still though tmr i'll be able to slp till late den wake up to meet him for late lunch or dinner before he leaves for his coach. wtf. now i gotta reach like so f* early agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets sweets. he's gonna meet me for breakky! because he'll be playin e game till mornin anyway! LOL! ha! alright. time to go to e bed for me. 3+hrs of slp to tahan e whole day. worn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5138267881251994768?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5138267881251994768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=5138267881251994768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5138267881251994768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5138267881251994768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/wed23-watched-with-him-liverpool-match.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-1998434518769115687</id><published>2008-04-21T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:07:40.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thurs(17): i went to cs to have my hair cut. omg. i look so tooty now with this fringe. whatever~ cant wait for it to be long... then returned the vcds. went down to PS to watch the movie 'definitely, maybe' with him. the movie is good! touching~ met wilson for a small chat. his job is like super slack. super shiok lorz. lol. den e couple while waitin for the movie, as usual, went to the arcade, played photo hunt! haha! one of my favs. or rather i'll only play tt in arcade. went to daiso for sweets and tibits! ha! den we went to indochine to look for sr &amp;amp; gf. live band playin, dedicated a song to him but the band forgot how to play so ended up playin a funny version of e song 'happy birthday' for him. ha! one cnt really sing, one singin in chipmunks' voices (real cute!), one singin in another version, e lead singer ending it off. cool~ den we took cab home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri(18): his bday! went to clarke quay to collect my cheque. sad thing is it isn't a cash cheque. boo! den we went down to plaza to buy his gold chain! :) went home to change den waited for junhao to pick us up to turf city! yummylicious~ sat with junhao dey all. hmmm. i prefer e other table actually. nvm~ after which, we headed down to party world @ orchard. 4 couples, the guys sang majority of the time. only ly n me didn sing. ha! sang till abt late 2+am before we left. guess what?! it was rainin real heavy. gosh. what a timin... e cab was smart enough to turn in for us so we wouldn hav to run a long way out to the main road. headed back to his home. watched a dvd. -_-. slept @ 6+am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat(19): zhong's bday! supposed to meet @ 3.30 at PS. but i was too tired. couldn wake up. so instead, i meet them @ 5. waited for e stupid 190 for half an hr n e bus tt came, was totally packed. dots. in e end i gave up n took cab down.18bucks. omg. so ex. walked around, ate at ichiban sushi before we headed down to the dynasty k at selegie rd. ha! cheap cheap! 4 of us went. 3 hrs. each paid 12.50 only. 10bucks per hr but each person has to buy a drink. inside e room, there was another tv too! ha! when it wasnt my turn to sing, i was watchin jacky wu's variety show! hahahaha... superb. we were screamin awhile, or rather zhong n i were screamin and then all of a sudden, they said tt i have an imaginary friend. -_-. hahaha! when we were at the bus stop, i suddenly waved and only zhong didn get it until like after 5 secs then she realised i was waving to my imaginary friend. hahaha! took bus no. 65 to tam inter. omg. so freakin long journey. he picked me up at tam inter! hee. then came over to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun(20): supposed to meet sheena @ 3..30 somerset but we were late. suddenly i had to eat at home. dragged till abt 5+ then reached. ok this girl = high end now man. 2 wallets, gucci n lv. dots. bag n belt agnes b. so high end now. we walked e high end boutiques. i went into LV! haha... 1st time i went in k... always havin this queue n not really interested but e queue was short so yup! nth much. nth interestin. tt girl wanna buy an LV bag which she could bring into taka checkpt for work. dots. then she brought me to dfs! hahaha! seriously, time passed real fast when u're inside dfs. she brought me to shop those high end one man. she's now into marc by marc jacobs. e pricings are real high. but for her it's ok. maybe because she worked in a high end boutique too and she's like earnin but not me. sad. i saw a folder by march by marc jacobs! 669. ok lei... but but but, carryin it to sch is a no no. cnt put my water bottle too. sad. dfs carries e older collections as compared to the other boutiques and some collections are exclusive for dfs only. yup! when we came out, i was shocked. the sky was dark already. lol! went to far east, she had her hair cut. walked around. we from far east, walked all e way to PS. hahaha! then we played arcade, photo hunt because we were too bored! nothing to do. went hm at 10+pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we quarreled agn on wed. but we didn fulfil the promise. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hopefully things will run smoothly for us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-1998434518769115687?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1998434518769115687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=1998434518769115687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1998434518769115687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1998434518769115687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/thurs17-i-went-to-cs-to-have-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-1310424148504473583</id><published>2008-04-17T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T02:19:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright... worked from mon to wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon(14): the boss and lady boss were nice. boss kept introducin his other shop named viva; a makeover shop, plus wedding stuff, family pic n etc... gosh man. den e shop is being divided into parts. half optical, half sellin watches n clocks, repairing clocks n watches, making keys, selling calculators. rojak sia.. kenneth came down n saw me sittin. ha! i was still sittin when i saw him walkin towards me. of cuz kana sae la. i'm damn sad la! kenneth forgot abt janice n my movie ticks! S O. den no more already. damn . spoilt my mood sia. sad sad. sales was really bad. i wonder how nuoshi actually sold 18sets within 4 hrs. i only sold 8 sets within 8hrs. hahaha... she's our company's top seller. pro... anyway, lady boss helped me. changed e sales figure. touched. parents came to pick me up n it was home sweet home after tt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues(15): i was a lucky girl. lady boss treated me the famous nasi lemak, which she told me tt at times durin noon, it might be sold out. like wow... den she bought muffins but i didn eat. was too full man. den halfway tru it was raining heavily. i was like omg because i was supposed to meet him at bukit panjang. so i asked e lady boss whr to get umbrellas. she said,' here dun sell but i hav free de.' lol. which was e acuvue's free gift. so she gave me tt. hahaha! but it's only for one person's usage. real small. den she faked my sales figure agn. oh ya! she was boasting abt her 3rd son who managed to get e scholarship sponsored by IBM n etc. exchanged program to canada sponsored. going to new york for attachment, expenses covered as well. before he was in poly, he attended some night courses relating to bill gate. forgot e details. so when he entered e poly, some things he know, e teacher dont even know n he helped e tutor to coach e students. blah blah blah... i know she's proud of her son but still, nvm. all parents the same. my dad told others i took higher chi. -_-. it was my bro. faints. if i did, i wouldn be readin e chi characters word by word and skippin some as well. anyway after work, took 1hr 10mins of bus ride, he told me abt 40mins. -_-. i took a nap, woke up, i was still in town area. i was like omg. almost died of hunger. reached abt late 7plus. bought food back to his place. 11pm took cab hm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! real funny. some guy, from some insurance company, think it's AIA, randomly asked me a few qns. he asked if i was workin full or part time. i said part time. den he asked full time student? i said yup. u know y he was askin? he's lookin for a secretary because his secretary gonna leave soon. -_-. can jus find anyone to be e secretary de meh? -_-. so random. but workin as a secretary sounds fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed(16): sales was even worst. during lunch hr, not many ppl because e weather was super hot. gosh. i felt dizzy man jus by standin outside e shop. real stuffy. managed to sell 7 sets. thanks god. but those 7 sets were supposed to be e previous day's sales. -_-. so by right, i sold nothing. but still she helped me. ha! she offered me apples todae. den when packin, she passed 4 starter kits to me to bring home. -_-. haha! man... my house now got so many starter kits now sia... gd gd. next few months dun hav to buy solutions already. i don't seem to be workin though... chat with e boss. chat with e lady boss. the lady boss said if come to tanjong pagar, gotta try the nasi lemak n muffins. e muffins is really hot sellers man. yst by late afternoon, it was sold out already. sad. wanted to get some for him. so todae, i went durin my break n reserved. collected it after work. ha! seriously during lunch hrs, u see lots of office ppl buyin the muffins, carry bags of it back to e office, n dere's even a queue la. gosh. no joke but e shop is few metres away, maybe abt 4-5 shops in between, but i could smell e scent of e muffins man. wooo~ but guess wad? i didn eat dinner though my parents pick me up. i was too full. met melvin n friends at big eater. later on when to miss u cafe to have some desserts. came back, was too full, i didn try the muffins. but of cuz my dad did. -_-. as usual. seriously, dun put food in the living room or dinning table or fridge. it'll disappear real fast. ha! ask dar. his jap biscuits were kapok by my bro till left like 3 only. puddings were gone but left 2. haha! man... so tired. legs were breakin this afternoon. quickly msg kenneth to ask to find replacement for me for tmr. if not i gotta work tmr from 10.30-9.30pm at northpt man. so far n so long hrs. sad. but phew~ he let me rest the rest of e week but next wk, no more replacement. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week, wef, fri, sun at causeway pt better vision roadshow. ha! i asked for alternate days so it wont be tt tiring. 10am-10pm. i wanna die already ah~ somemore it's at woodlands. seriously, wish me best of luck... :( hopefully sales will be gd for e least comfort it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, we quarreled on mon's night. we made a promise.&lt;br /&gt;we'll not quarrel for at least a month. if not we wont be able to meet for a wk.&lt;br /&gt;tts wad happens when a couple quarrels tt often. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;jia you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-1310424148504473583?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1310424148504473583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=1310424148504473583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1310424148504473583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1310424148504473583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5569596660637497355</id><published>2008-04-12T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:42:20.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooo~ hasn been updating eh...&lt;br /&gt;alright here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: i suddenly had e urge to play mj. actually e night before, i was plannin with my cousin already. ha! cuz i was really bored. so next day, i asked him to bring his mj set to my place, pokie joined us and it was just nice man. e game was really long. 4 hours for a round of mj. my goodness. i was so freakin tired and HUNGRY. we all were. ha! play chips only. i lost abt 10+. cousin n him winners. den cousin drove us out to simpang to makan. ha! abit lame ah. but still, we were too HUNGRY tt we had 0% strength to walk. make use of e car la! :) after tt sent pokie hm, den us den home sweet home... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: went out with him to town. wanted to watch a movie but we caught none. wait... i forgot wad we did actually. all i wrote in my organizer was 'went out with him'. LOL. :) oh oh... i saw e receipt. ok we went to cine to watch movie! watched e 3 kingdoms. ha! not bad not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: nth much. home sweet home. had been slpin @ 6+am and waking up in the early afternoon. gosh. body clock all haywire man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: we went back to his place. den went ard in search of his pc game which he wanted; 3 kingdoms. goodness. cuz of e movie man. he used to play it when he was in sec sch? -_-. oh well... rushed down to eastpoint's challenger to find but nope. saw paulynn! like so long didn meetup already. will simpang soon! ha! e word 'simpang' seems like an action word already man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: met zhong, cindy n xue yun @ vivo. he had dinner with us before meetin wilson. we walked n shopped. sat at the open area, bought 4 bottles; 2 hooch, 2 bacardi. mixed all 4 as our punishment drink. but guess wad? it turned out to be nice. -_-. LOL. so we added water den 2 vicks sweets into the drink. hahaha! we played al sorts of games. fun and laughter~ &lt;3. den @ 11.30, we ran all e way to the mrt to catch the train man. my goodness. i nearly died. seriously. wearin mphosis slippers. so noisy. cant run. den it was home sweet home. boo! i didn buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week's program...&lt;br /&gt;mon to wed - work plus meet sheena.&lt;br /&gt;thurs - work? not confirm.&lt;br /&gt;fri - his b'day&lt;br /&gt;sat - zhong's b'day&lt;br /&gt;sun - work? not confirm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5569596660637497355?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5569596660637497355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=5569596660637497355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5569596660637497355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5569596660637497355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/wooo-hasn-been-updating-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-4264548301146806973</id><published>2008-04-07T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:51:29.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>29: worked @ PP emperor optics. the ppl there sucks to the max man. i was late about 20mins. gotta find that stupid shop. the moment i stepped into the shop, no one smiled to me. like so fucked up. then the pregnant lady at the cashier jus said,' complete promoter'. she looks damn fierce cuz of her makeup den she doesn smile. fucked up. then i duno how to set up e booth. boo! then e guy there oso duno how to set up. then tried to figure out for quite sometime. called kenneth for help. but no use. because it cnt be explained tru e phone. anyway, tt booth was the very old version. some parts spoilt already. wth~ then when e guy passed me the big stack of flyers, half of it dropped. WELL DONE. it's like suay to the max lorz. anyway, kenneth came down for awhile. faints... sales was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30: worked @ PP emperor optics. i was rather slack cuz 1st day hit target already. LOL. ewen's sales was 20sets on sat, 5 sets on sun. i taut i'll be e same. LOL. so 2nd day super slack. but customers auto walk in sia. haha! i was damn lucky man. i saw lots of weird ppl! a guy in late 30s, wearin WHITE AEROBIS TIGHTS PLUS A TIGHT-FITTING RACERBACK, walking with a lady who hooked his arms. super gross. super disgusting. then another guy walked passed the shop 20times hurriedly. at times, he would go up the escalator den walked down agn. faints. then according to the shop guy, he told me tt guy studied too much. at times he was seen holding a thick book. but the way he speaks to his friends ah, the english is damn power one. den another woman wearing bloody red top with pink pants. den a lady and a girl, both wearin dresses but didn wear bra. den e shop guy lao tiko. kept lookin up den can see those ladies wear short skirt den walking v fast, zg lorz. faints... like wth~ so be careful girls.. den he came over to pick me up from work n we headed home.... tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31: woke up like 9am. because i was supposed to work @ raffles place to give out those juice samplings. kenneth called @ late 9+am, said to reach @ 10.30 due to the skirt. it was very short n we gotta reach early to see wad we can do. did my makeup halfway den kenneth suddenly msg say the roadshow is cancelled due to client's prob. fucked up. then not to waste my makeup n etc, we went out early in the mornin. faints. like super early? no movie to watch. roam around plaza sing, den we went down to chinatown to look at his gold chain. gold rates increase. diamonds n white gold will increase soon too by 70%. fucked up. i stil wanna buy a pair of diamond studs man. not like 1 carat. maybe those 0.0+. few hundreds type la. i saw one pair 1.5carats for a pair, f nice man. u can really see e diff in the cuttings n etc. wooo~ but cost abt 9+k la. price oso superb. and e price was after discount. WELL DONE. was bored. went to his cousin's place at telok blangah. they played pool. ate at their place den we waited for about 45mins for a damn cab. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4april: last min assignment. went down to amk hub. like so f far la. 45mins train ride lorz. kenneth stil wana put me @ causeway pt. tts even worst man. fucked up. my workin partner, really superb @ sales. i was super slack man. duno y. no motivation. dragged her down. lol. sold 17sets for tt day. i sold maybe like abt 5? haha! i just kept chattin with other people there. so many xmm. 17, 18. gosh. i dun like. 2 guys and 1 girl there so happen to be my age. good. oh ya! aloysious is a really superb sales person. it's said tt so long there's him, sales will be gd. true enough. can u imagine, even before entering into this line, others have heard of his name already. his name is really tt loud man. zhenwei from bausch &amp;amp; lomb told me tt. both guys my age. so qiao. aloysious knows kenneth n they even went to thailand tgt before. ha! oh ya! aloysious is from j&amp;amp;j. and then, another girl called amily or smth, 18yrs old, really fucked up. ok. j&amp;amp;j ppl are really hard core in pushin for sales. i had an argument with amily. y? cuz i approached a passerby 1st den she followed den when e lady rejected, she jus cut in n approached. den when i asked e lady's fren, she stopped me. fucked up. i super pissed off. den after everything, she complained to me abt my action. wtf. my partner, nuoshi was dere. she was shocked by tt bitch when she stopped me too. after tt, my actions super obvious i dislike her. i really treated her invincible la. though i lookin at her direction or wadsoever, i'll just pretend there's air only. ha! sorry. i dun like someone, my actions says it all. i dun hide. i dun find e need to give face too. thank god i didn join j&amp;amp;j. then after tt she talked to me, no expression. just pretended i didn hear. ha! fucked up. hu cares~ i felt bad towards nuoshi la. cuz i super slack, no motivation, kept chattin with zhenwei, aloysious, nuoshi. nuoshi was super stressed abt sales, but i wasn't. ha! guilty~ zhenwei n i went out to give flyers, we ended up chattin. i stil gave out at least 8? LOL. he gave out less den 3 k! hahaha! anyway, after work, dey went to play pool. while i headed to woodlands to meet him n his cousin. mj session~ as usual~ stayed till 6am, after the extra charge. home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5april: woke up late. den dragged till about 9+pm before we headed to sylvia's birthday party @ aranda country club. we were being isolated. ha! duno anyone dere. so weird. we entertained ourselves. waited for her family members to leave before we went into the unit. den we played cards by ourselves. sat in a corner n played. like so poor thing right? ha! oh ya! e main thing is, we played dai dee, i won him! ha! though i just learnt k! den we played blackjack, n i won 2bucks from him! :) after e party, went down to jalan kayu. for? to play texas poker. seein so many chips on e table = stress = scary atmosphere. no luck. boo! e house was like a gambling den man. a dining table filled with guys playin texas poker. another another playing mj. -_-. i was interested in none. so i ended up msgin ppl to entertain myself. stayed until 5am before we headed to jalan kayu for e prata... den junhao sent us home. i mean his house. lol. y?! cuz someone wanna play soccer e next mornin lorz. -_-. they played soccer @ 10+am. crazy. i didn follow. of cuz. slept. super tired man. hmmm... e group @ e house, majority same age as me. hmmm... sorry but to say, i dun think i wanna step into their world. dun like their mindset. or rather e way they behave n talk though. kinda immatured. so if can, i dun think i'll see myself in their activities unless there's a need. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6april: so woke up in e afternoon, bathed n prepared before heading down to bugis to meet e girls for steamboat. so long didn meet already. this time round, brought him along. time to mix with the girls. cannot always i mix with his friends n he's not doin e same. joc, kat, pokie, mel, yy, lydia and e two of us. walked ard while waitin for joc to reach. after steamboat, went to tcc for kopi. ha! as usual~ fun, joy n laughter with the girlies~ loves.... headed home. oh ya! guess wad?! my mum wanted to make a police report. [jk]. i disappeared for more den 24hrs already. hp no batt. lame la. so when's e next outing?!?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomness...&lt;br /&gt;birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;dar: april&lt;br /&gt;dad: june&lt;br /&gt;mine: august&lt;br /&gt;bro: october&lt;br /&gt;mum: december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all even no.!!! hahaha! i just realised my fam's birthday months all even, plus his too! LOL. kinda cool. but lame i noe. missing one feb. hopefully my bro's future gf will be feb's baby lorz. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin's ROM @ 11may. hmmm... stil thinkin of wad to wear man. dress i know. lookin desperately for one. hu ask me dun have e habit of wearin a dress. shit man. bugis isn't e place to look for one though. man man man.... rely on shopping already lorz. gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-4264548301146806973?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4264548301146806973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=4264548301146806973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4264548301146806973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4264548301146806973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/29-worked-pp-emperor-optics.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3967324895428904474</id><published>2008-03-28T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:30:26.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. we broke up n patched back agn yst(27).&lt;br /&gt;u guys mus be thinking like so fun ah break n patch.&lt;br /&gt;no lorz... damn tiring one k! n scary lorz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was workin at raffles place roadshow.&lt;br /&gt;it was f* tiring i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;we started work at 8.30 to set up everything.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to work till 3pm only but it extended to 5pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;and and and we didn eat our lunch at all!&lt;br /&gt;i only ate one pathetic bread which kenneth bought for us. tts all!&lt;br /&gt;i was f* shag when it was end of day.&lt;br /&gt;i didn even have e appetite to eat my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;my mood was super moody.&lt;br /&gt;i got so irritated by my mum cuz i was on e train already and she kept askin whr i was.&lt;br /&gt;then he wasn't happy with lincoln's msg.&lt;br /&gt;then i started releasin like my emotions in the msges then hurt him agn.&lt;br /&gt;then he asked for a break.&lt;br /&gt;when i reached tanah merah, i actually walked hm.&lt;br /&gt;halfway my parents called agn, askin whr i was. i was super irritated. raised my voice in the phone.&lt;br /&gt;then they happened to drive pass e road which i was walking den saw me den i got even more irritated.&lt;br /&gt;reached hm, bathed watch tv. went down to have my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;guess what was my dinner? a whole can of small hotdogs! my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;my mum prepared half of the can. finished n i asked for more. ha! goes best with chili and nth else! :) after that took med n went to bed at 11+pm.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly woke up at 3am. wth~ didn really slp well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28: sales was good. 2 days 250 sets 4 promoters.&lt;br /&gt;worked till 6pm this time round. no lunch agn.&lt;br /&gt;after we packed up everything, went to kasou to eat at amoy street.&lt;br /&gt;sales manager treated. oh well.. we deserve tt.&lt;br /&gt;den e uncle sent us to outram park station. janice n i den took e train back tgt.&lt;br /&gt;hm den bathed den we quarreled agn.&lt;br /&gt;seriously... duno wad to sae la.&lt;br /&gt;i just dun like e way he phrase his words. told him tt it was quite hurtful to sae 'ok. dun disturb him.' i just dun like e way though i noe he doesn mean much.&lt;br /&gt;but previously, we always quarrel over e way he phrase his words too. meanings often get twisted ard when u play with e words.&lt;br /&gt;to him, i'm always pickin up a quarrel even over small little matters.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not quarreling. i'm just tellin him nicely.&lt;br /&gt;see, meaning twisted agn.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's losing money. so mood isn't really gd.&lt;br /&gt;oh wellll... hope he understands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super shag agn.&lt;br /&gt;one meal a day, hopefully i'll slim down alittle!&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be at parkway. sales? hmmm... no target.&lt;br /&gt;doubt will be gd as well.&lt;br /&gt;ewen sold one day 20sets, another day 5 sets. so big diff.&lt;br /&gt;oh welll.... just accept wadeva comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paulynn n tuna will be leavin on sunday for their china's trip for a week.&lt;br /&gt;wish them all e best eh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! was chattin with janice on e way back, so coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;she was from bedok north and so happen to know weijie n weixiand. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;then i was from sacss. and she so happen to know felix or duno hu and jill. LOL&lt;br /&gt;wad a small world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just realised i'll be gettin e pay end of e month. but i just started like 2nd half of e month.&lt;br /&gt;which means, i'll be gettin like end of next month,&lt;br /&gt;which means, by then his bday will be over! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;den whr should i get e money from hur?&lt;br /&gt;*praying hard for money to fall from the sky....~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hopefully everything will be running smoothly for the both of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;been quarreling for e past 4 days continuously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we didn meet for 3 days already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tmr most prob wont be meetin as well. he'll be joinin his soccer mates while i end work at like 9pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sun maybe oso not meetin. duno how la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;den mon to fri i'll be workin. maybe can meet because i'll be workin till 4pm only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh well... preparing for his ns days now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tryin to get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but we meet more, quarrel lesser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh wellll....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-9174853175496438765</id><published>2008-03-27T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:51:11.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>er.... ok.&lt;br /&gt;we didn break up.&lt;br /&gt;chose to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chikuan said our love story can be made into a movie.&lt;br /&gt;but the ending will always be tt predictable.&lt;br /&gt;break patch break patch.&lt;br /&gt;guess halfway tru, all the audience will leave too. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our quarrel always so drama.&lt;br /&gt;more than those drama shows on tv n movies... haha!&lt;br /&gt;exciting ma...&lt;br /&gt;if not life will be so boring...&lt;br /&gt;ahh... wadeva~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cough until i wanna die liao man.&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;br /&gt;dont fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;sucks totally.&lt;br /&gt;just imagine talking n coughin at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;sucks max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last min arranged with zhong.&lt;br /&gt;she made me wait! said 5 then became 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to meet at bugis but apparently she was late n so we changed to orchard which was nearer for her.&lt;br /&gt;she went to sim to apply but her mum sent her to tpy station. weird.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to wheelock's sakae to mum mum.&lt;br /&gt;saw some unknown ppl filmin away for the toy's shop n we saw sharon au. so skinny~ ok to me la...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for some waiter over at sakae, we ended up two plates of salmon sashimi. wth~&lt;br /&gt;then we went to far east because i wanna pluck my eyebrow! like finally~&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to pluck long ago. but e thought of maintainin it, i'm lazy. boo!&lt;br /&gt;but this time round no choice. next wk's job assignment requires me to put on light makeup.&lt;br /&gt;weird with unpluck eyebrows. wadeva~&lt;br /&gt;so f* pain la! it went numb... it went red... hide it with concealer. ha!&lt;br /&gt;then we walked ard lookin for dresses!&lt;br /&gt;i need a dress v badly.. for my cousin's rom!&lt;br /&gt;real soon real soon... left 1 month plus only. omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;and a dress for wedding too! i'm gonna be her sister who will make her bf's life miserable before entering.. hohoho~ interesting eh~&lt;br /&gt;my previous cousin's wedding right, er, i forgot e wife's name. anyway, her friends were mean but cool! superb. u know what they did?&lt;br /&gt;they frozen a few keys into big chucks of ice. they gotta find the key to the door.&lt;br /&gt;and something else. forgot already... damn cool sia!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to wisma's mango n starting shopping!&lt;br /&gt;damn funny. i wanted to try 5 pieces. but the max was 3.&lt;br /&gt;so i got zhong to bring in e other 2 for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;i love those dresses! but price oso nice la. $89, $99.&lt;br /&gt;but i ended up buyin none of the dresses but instead a $89 top. -_-&lt;br /&gt;well done eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping spree with her at bugis at the end of this month when she gets her pay!&lt;br /&gt;hohoho~ gonna wait till then to get my dresses BUT if i SO happen to pass by mango once agn,&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... temptations~ hard to say... ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't really trust guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heard....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from others. how guys sweet talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how players play. how guys flirt. how guys fuck care abt their gf but not the other girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tts more than enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so at the start, i wont really trust tt guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;till he proves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but somehow, in a corner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there's still tt little fear in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;takes time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-9174853175496438765?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9174853175496438765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=9174853175496438765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/9174853175496438765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/9174853175496438765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/er.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-2031099246920938251</id><published>2008-03-25T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:15:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no reply for 8hours.&lt;br /&gt;though i said i take it as a yes ans from him,&lt;br /&gt;but i stil couldn let go.&lt;br /&gt;all i need is an ans from him,&lt;br /&gt;to settle my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;tts all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waitin period is the most torturing period of all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-2031099246920938251?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2031099246920938251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=2031099246920938251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2031099246920938251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/2031099246920938251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-reply-for-8hours.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5622195883579663674</id><published>2008-03-25T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:11:47.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>f* shit. after transferrin lincoln tt $250 for my contact lens,&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with 2 digits!!!&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;f* broke.&lt;br /&gt;gonna start askin those who owes me money liao...&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;total shockness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to move my blog...&lt;br /&gt;he has the pw to this account.&lt;br /&gt;so yup.&lt;br /&gt;maybe soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5622195883579663674?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5622195883579663674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=5622195883579663674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5622195883579663674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5622195883579663674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/f-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-151256771936854760</id><published>2008-03-25T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T18:54:01.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm. he left my place at 2+pm.&lt;br /&gt;because we quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;this time round, he asked for a break up.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. i respect that then.&lt;br /&gt;i finally realised the feeling when ur partner asked to break up.&lt;br /&gt;is it really over?&lt;br /&gt;he came back and left porridge, cough and flu med at my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;i replied in the msg saying tt he doesn need to do all these when we're breaking up or rather we broke up already and thank him for tt.&lt;br /&gt;after awhile later, he msg saying if e porridge is plain den i can get e smelly tofu in the fridge to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;i replied askin y is he doing all these? rubbing more salt onto my wound?&lt;br /&gt;after awhile i sent another msg asking if this time round he's really givin up, if so, then i'll give up totally as well. no reply.&lt;br /&gt;took a nap, woke up. sent another msg sayin not to leave me hanging. i need the ans to settle my feelings and it's either a yes or a no if he's serious abt givin up. called him twice. no reply, no ans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still having fever, flu, bad cough and sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;i blamed him for not taking care of me.&lt;br /&gt;he asked me not to on the aircon to slp.&lt;br /&gt;but my room cnt. the reason y i dun open my two long windows because insects can just fly in. it's e 3rd storey and not 13th storey. if so, den there's no ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;yst ate dinner with sr n gf. was eatin rice but i started coughin real badly.&lt;br /&gt;he asked me to eat porridge. i didn wan to. it's not the rice tts makin my throat. it's the dishes; curry fish head, fried sotong and sambal kang kong. every mouth i take, it goes with a mouth of sugarcane. those really worsen my throat real badly.&lt;br /&gt;i blamed him for not orderin at least a dish tt suits me. he said he did ask me. but infront of sr, i'll feel ps. since he was ordering, i taut he'll auto to order a dish for me.&lt;br /&gt;when dey said curry fish head, i was like huh i cnt eat den dey didn wanna order. after tt when i sae dey go ahead nvm, den he sae just eat e fish lorz. i was really suffering during tt meal.&lt;br /&gt;before eatin these, he wanted to eat frog porridge or wadsoeva. tts spicy.&lt;br /&gt;tts y i blame him for not knowin how to tc of me.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how seriously sick i am, it doesn affect him.&lt;br /&gt;he just treats me like a healthy human being. eat wadeva he wants n i follow.&lt;br /&gt;today when i woke up, i was really f* sick. everything just worsen.&lt;br /&gt;he asked to go tm to buy e wrapped chicken then go to his place to eat. in my mind i was like huh? i'm sick. i jus wanna rest at hm. gettin e chicken is not a prob, but not gg to his place. sick already stil go to ppl's hse den start coughin n etc. passing e germs man. not v nice.&lt;br /&gt;to me, face is an impt issue. my image n reputation v impt. if anyone realise...&lt;br /&gt;anyway i teared. cuz to me, i really need someone who can take care of me when i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;tts e least. what was i askin from him from the start?&lt;br /&gt;buyin me food n med n takin care of me. tts wad i was asking for tts all.&lt;br /&gt;he did it in e end, but it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;we were over already. so no pt then.&lt;br /&gt;to me, if i noe my partner is sick at hm, i seriously dun mind gettin e food n med for him and gg all e way down. after settling him, den i'll go hm.&lt;br /&gt;tts y when i was sick n he was at hm, i was hopin he could do tt. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;i didn say anything cuz i dun wan him to tink i expect too much from him agn but since we're over, den it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;he's an independent guy. when he's sick, he takes care of himself. flu den just take flu med den ok already. still gg out n usual activities for him.&lt;br /&gt;but for me, i'm not independent. i seldom fall sick. once i'm down, it's serious. n i need someone to tc of me. which partner doesn wish e other to look after when she/he is down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, no reply still.&lt;br /&gt;i'll take it as he gave up.&lt;br /&gt;i'll give up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more jobs assignments.&lt;br /&gt;tts a gd thing for me now.&lt;br /&gt;to keep my mind busy. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is sheena girl's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;wanted to bake her a cake but no time! boo! gotta wait till next weekend den. gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his birthday comin soon as well.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to bake a heart-shape cake for him as well.&lt;br /&gt;but now, hmmm... nvm den.&lt;br /&gt;don't have to do tt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;will get him e pressie he wants still. tts all.&lt;br /&gt;saving up right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-151256771936854760?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/151256771936854760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=151256771936854760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/151256771936854760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/151256771936854760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3571924184049102433</id><published>2008-03-25T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:36:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mon(24): woke up real early at 8+am. crazy freaks, we went to chinatown for bah kut teh breakky then we walked down to the central at clark quay. explored every level of the central because we were too bored and free. LOL! then we headed to liang court for the japan supermart and as usual, he boughts lots of foodies. him=food=pig=to be slaughtered=my food=:). ok lame. sorry. then we headed down to nyp by cab because it was abt to rain. omg. met pokie there to submit the application form and she went off for her mj session while we took cab down to amk hub for a movie. fatal move~ hk gangsters show. as usual. seriously, damn disgusting man! chop of hand, fingers, head n etc as if they're chopping vegetables. er xin. oh ya! b4 the movie, we ate at new york new york. oh... the spag vongole there is so much better than pastamania.like duh maybe~ the clams are much bigger than pastamania n waraku. but i was quite surprised the vongole in white wine was kinda spicy. -_-. i was having both sore throat n cough. wth~ anyway, after the movie, we headed back to chinatown to meet sr n gf. they had booked e ticks to go genting next month. sadly to say, i wont be gg. anyway, dey go there to gamble, me cnt enter. so no pt. save up e money den! hmmmm. frankly speaking, i wasn't happy with the behaviour of his gf. i didn show it v obvious but i jus simply turn ard to look at somewhr else whenever i was unhappy. they haven even settle e genting trip ticks n she was tinkin of gg to look at her hp. then she was e one who wanted to go, but when payin, she suddenly dun wanna go. then unhappy den jus walked off. for me, if u dun even give ur bf face, den i dun see y i need to give u face already. but i gave delvin n sr face, seriously. when she unhappy or kp, i sooo wanna argh! slappin her away in my mind man. u maybe close to ur bf n delvin. but not me. even though it's only me, but u should still give ur bf face infront of his friends. settle it when we're not ard. argh! sorry but to say, not a v gd impression already. but oso not the 1st time already. oh welll... i will not try to entertain her in the near future unless i am being forced to. ate at the complex, 3 of us sat tgt, she sat at the other side. it was a round table. wtf. we ordered some dishes to share while she ordered her own food. she finished her food way before us. in my mind i was thinking, then y dun u go hm 1st n not spoil the atmosphere dere? wadeva~ i had a really bad sore throat n cough but i still asked delvin to go ahead to call curry fish head, sambal kang kong n fried sotongs. i ate a mouth, i drank a sip of sugarcane. my throat was really bad and became worst. but my pt is dun affect others because of urself. tt shouldn be e way... grow up girl even when u're 2yrs older... time to be alittle more mature. ok i sound real pissed.yes i am. even more when i recall this whole matter.... anyway, both of us took bus no.2 home! lol! another hour of bus journey but at least we had seats unlike e train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl who work and buy branded, tts nth.&lt;br /&gt;cuz u work and earn it.&lt;br /&gt;but ppl who dont work and buy branded, tts smth.&lt;br /&gt;cuz u dun have to work to earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl who are rich, buy branded n look gd, tts nth.&lt;br /&gt;but ppl who are rich yet dun buy branded n stil look tt gd, tts smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be working from this thurs to next fri...&lt;br /&gt;really hard on cash.&lt;br /&gt;his b'day n a debt to clear to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;f* it.&lt;br /&gt;no more signing of cards.&lt;br /&gt;just gonna spend within my limits.&lt;br /&gt;tts should be e way in e 1st place...&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u stopped working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gg to genting next month's 24-27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i predict u wont be finding a job till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the way you manage ur life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gives no security to me abt the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if this is ur mentality and mindset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then dating will be gd enough tts all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just hope we can spend within our limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont have to eat really gd. average will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thinking of how to clear e debt and how much cash i really need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;already scares me n givin me pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if not i wont be working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my allowance will be sufficient for me to survive till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know u don't plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i think it's time to plan and not just spending ur daily life like it is right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;money just kept flowin out but none coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tt shouldn be e way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need someone who can secure me with a future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and one whom i can really rely on with no worries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-3571924184049102433?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3571924184049102433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=3571924184049102433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3571924184049102433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3571924184049102433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/mon24-woke-up-real-early-at-8am.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7501201613541091354</id><published>2008-03-25T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:03:02.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat(22): 1st day at work @ vivo city. my colleagues were super friendly man! hahaha! especially the indian guy. kept talking crap to me and it was easier that way to pass the long and boring time. then the manager, kriz, ha! super lame shit too! no wonder they can be colleagues. LOL! just imagine a manager being super lame and cold. omg man! ok. sales was really BAD! i sold 5 sets only! boo! and guess what? the manager said it was NORMAL! omg! i sooo wanna faint. i aint sure if i should be happy or crying man. 5 sets on a weekend @ vivo city called NORMAL?! but seriously, it doesn mean high traffic flow = higher chances of customers buying or even walking into the store. the store was super quiet but busy traffic outside the shop. kriz was telling me that he even told AMO(my main company) tt no point doing a blitz over at the shop because it was pointless and useless. but AMO insisted. they even wanted to start on fri but kriz said no to them. LOL! tts how bad it was from past experience! omg. when i went there, i was still hoping to sell at least 20sets because kenneth was so confidence tt the sales would be gd there. BULLSHIT EH! gotta complain to him already man! working at vivo = seeing many familiar faces. i saw roy, jo and some tp students. roy went to enjoy himself at sentosa, while i was slogging there. then when he came back from sentosa, i was still working there. omg! u see e diff? one enjoying, one suffering. faints. anyway, thank god i had kriz n tt indian guy to entertain me. mag n darren didn really talk to me. oh well... was supposed to meet lincoln for some ice cream at holland v but cancelled because i was too sick. he ended up with kenneth n some friends at bugis's mind cafe. LOL! and i took bus 10 home! an hour journey that was but at least i could slp n sit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun(23): sales was still bad. stuck at 5sets! i got the phobia of e no. 5 already. ha! kriz was consolling me and stuff. ha! oh ya! during evening, he came to me and said thanks. y? because their business was not bad! LOL! so i attracted sales for them. u know like the fortune cat sitting at the entrance. ha! but i told him, gd for u but not for me eh... boo! time passed even faster than yst because kriz n e indian guy kept entertainin me and darren once in awhile. mag was on leave. boo! darren is engaged! ha! oh ya! e indian guy damn funny. he kept telling me he was a police officer previously. then he showed me a pic in his hp. for one moment when i saw tt pic, i taut tt was his dad!!! LOL!!! seriously! he looked so much older with hair. he's bald now. LOL! then i asked darren, he said,' tt looks like ur dad when he was 20yrs younger!' hahaha! seriously look damn old la. omg. damn funny sia the 3 of them. we kept disturbing the indian guy, racist and etc. LOL! but he's ok with it. :) oh ya! darren, kriz n i were lookin at the diamonds next door. during tt period, tt indian guy went to hide my set of solutions n a mug! after awhile when i came back, i suddenly realised tt missing set n mug! i got freak out man! tt really taught me a lesson man. i was tt careless. thank god it was tt indian guy. if it was some assholes, den i'll be soooo dead. anyway, the promoters are not supposed to sit during our work. even if we wanna rest, we gotta hide somewhr like e toilet or wadsoeva. lame shit. but kriz offered me a chair and he placed it behind my booth! LOL! oh ya! this time round, i met more ppl! berlin, wesley and his gf but he didn't see me! they walked right infront of me somemore. boo! jolyn and bf, chatted for awhile. karine and bf n friend from far. ha! oh well... nice to see some familiar faces around when i was about to die of boredom. complainin time! he was supposed to pick me up from work. but as usual, i just had tt feeling he wont be awake till i give him a wake up call. true enough, i was supposed to end at 9, called him at 8.15pm, and he was still slping. oh well... crazy guy who slept at 3pm. no one to blame but himself. took cab back cuz he was rushing to watch his liverpool match. results everyone should know.. ha! no comments. boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7501201613541091354?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7501201613541091354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7501201613541091354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7501201613541091354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7501201613541091354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/sat22-1st-day-at-work-vivo-city.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-1104126741947402402</id><published>2008-03-21T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T03:42:39.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh... ok. so how did we ended?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... he wanna continue. i wanna continue as well.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i know if we continue, the quarrels will be gg to nowhr again.&lt;br /&gt;7months of quarrels, as compared to a yr of quarrels?&lt;br /&gt;which is better? 7months right?&lt;br /&gt;i know it myself. i can just make a fuss over any other small little things.&lt;br /&gt;so long i'm unhappy. so it's unfair to him.&lt;br /&gt;but tts me from young.&lt;br /&gt;too spoilt. too pampered.&lt;br /&gt;change? tryin to.&lt;br /&gt;but 7 months, i did change tt little, how long more will i need to change even more then?&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;quarrels are common. yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;but quarrelin every other day shouldn be tt common already.&lt;br /&gt;he's tired. i'm tired as well. oh welllll....&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna thank him for choosing me and changing that much for me.&lt;br /&gt;tt was &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;alright... i promise to change for the better...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today(20th): bad morning to afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;really bad fever, flu, cough and whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;makes me tired but having difficulty in falling aslp.&lt;br /&gt;kat msg me 1st in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;then him at 10am. maddness. he was awake till then. crazy boy.&lt;br /&gt;then slowly, i had ppl msgin me on n off till 3plus, which i was supposed to be awake already. boo! couldn slp too. too bright and feeling real bad.&lt;br /&gt;had product training. was SUPPOSED to start at 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;i was punctual. but then it started at 6.30pm because of some assholes that came late. bloody hell. bengs~&lt;br /&gt;the 1st thing that came to my mind when i 1st met kenneth was,' omg! he's so like lincoln! really! like same pattern one sia! the way he talks and actions. LOL!' then i msg lincoln n he said,'ya. many said that they look like bros. ha!' i was right...&lt;br /&gt;i was sittin right infront of kenneth. the way he spoke ah, kinda funny though. actions and the words he used. ' to be take' and some other words. ha! then he always like to say,' u forget this ah, i'll go down and knock ur head.' LOL! funny guy...&lt;br /&gt;then he gave me quite a few assignments already man. this sat n sun. next week thurs n fri. and another job assignment abt givin out juice samples. LOL! lame lei...&lt;br /&gt;he's expecting 25 sets from me on sat n sun! i mean each. oh man! stress but think of the ka ching! too bad can't work with lincoln this weekend. then i wont need to work so hard. LOL! he's a gd salesperson. :) then this kenneth, like uncle sia. kept remindin me about this weekend's job. from this afternoon, before the job trainin, called me to inform me abt next wk's and then remind me abt the job trainin n this weekend's job. omg. then he reminded me several times during the job trainin. think he's confused as well with the others'. then just now at simpang, he called me twice to inform me abt the new job assignment and then he reminded me AGAIN during the 2 calls. wth! aiyo... seriously like uncle sia. kept remindin me till i can memorise already la. anyway, kenneth is lincoln's friend. he's also my in charge. oh welll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, i rushed down to tanah merah to meet joc. poor her. she waited for me for 3hrs! omg. felt real bad. thanks joc! then went to simpang. tham chi kuan was late! as usual~ gotta emphasize on tt. i know he reads my blog. ha! chatted till 12+am before we headed home. tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i'm having this weird feeling. i'm feeling rather lazy to work but i have no idea why each time i hear a new assignment, i'll be so excited over it and just agree on it with so much enthu! but after that, i start to regret. LOL! i gotta work... oh man... this sat n sun really sucks. 11-9. but next week will only be like from er oh gosh. i forgot what time i'm supposed to start but uncle kenneth will remind me so no worries. LOL. but i'll be ending like 3pm! tts so early. i wonder why. it'll be at caltex house. but there'll be crowd after office hours! and so, why are we ending like 3pm?! nvm... 4,5 hrs to push sales and it'll be divided by 4 promoters? oh man... wont be earning much from the comm i guess. boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other job assignment, giving out juice samples, i'll be paid like 7per hr. i'll have to wear halter and mini skirt. BUT i need to have white sneakers to have a sporty look! white sneakers! from someone who doesn even do sports, not even joggin. light makeup is needed. er... but sneakers! without tt, i wont be able to work! i guess i'll have to use the pair of swank sneakers which i got it since sec sch? LOL!!! and it still fits me well!!! hahaha! swank~ omg. throw face eh~ just for tt few hrs! ka ching is more impt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheena's birthday coming. next his then zhong's. omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;REAL SOON! super broke now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! interestin story. i asked this guy about passing the timesheet and sales report to kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;he said to do it by email or fax. i said what if i dont have a scanner nor a fax machine. he actually replied,' huh?! u don't have a scanner or a fax machine?!' in my mind i was like,' is tt weird? is it a common thing to have either a scanner or fax machine? can't i be poor? is tt a neccessary thing?' his reaction was like so shocking when he heard my ans. wtf. i sooo wanna slap him. xdd. whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is gd fri! or rather today. i didnt even know! kat and i were like plannin to go down to nyp to hand in our application form! thank god my parents told me and kat went to check. they're closed. omg! ha! what a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[-sick-]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-1104126741947402402?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1104126741947402402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=1104126741947402402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1104126741947402402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1104126741947402402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3145078776777192147</id><published>2008-03-20T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:42:46.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh..... i regret bathin at 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;had sore throat n slight fever at 1st.&lt;br /&gt;but after tt bath, flu added on!&lt;br /&gt;so now it's flu, fever and bad sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;product trainin tmr.&lt;br /&gt;well done.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling real bad and slpy... boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete solutions? find me! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-3145078776777192147?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3145078776777192147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=3145078776777192147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3145078776777192147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3145078776777192147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7843784719349376306</id><published>2008-03-20T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:37:49.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tts what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, I angry, unhappy or upset, u’ll still show me att lei. I’m feeling bad already den u still show me att. I felt much worst. I angry with u, den I oso will give in. I may complain a lot in my blog but u duno how much I’ve been tellin my friends e happy things tt we’ve done. friends read e blog, may have bad impression towards u, but den I’ll always side u n start tellin how gd u are. To me, being honest to their partners is the most important thing. Be as transparent as possible to gain the trust and trust each other. Lyin to ur exs all e time. Doesn make me feel secure though. Wad if one dae u decide to lie to me agn? Anyway, it’s gd tt u’ve changed. I guess I’m really expectin a lot from u. even joc thinks so. But wad is tt tt makes u think I’m expecting a lot from u? I noe u dun like me to club. But I rarely club already. U noe I like to dance tts y I go club. It’s e same as I dun like u to drink but I still allow u to go. I did compromise for tt already if not whenever tuna or Lincoln ask me to go, I sure go one lorz. I even asked for ur permission to go. I can jolly well last min tell u I’m gg clubbin lorz. I seriously duno abt e MOS thing. I felt bad abt it. Sorry for the trouble. Today, I wanna go, really because I wanna see Helena how she’ll behave n party. I already said if I’m gg, I’ll sae I’m gg to paulynn’s hse already. I wont be gg hm late. I allow u to go to zouk in e 1st place. U dun club, but u drink. For me, I dance I dun drink. It’s like e same thing. I dun like u to drink, but I allow u still. U dun allow me to club, I ask for ur permission. At times u sae no, I didn go already. U unhappy with wad, I dun do. I really listen to u already lorz. I admit i dun feel comfortable with u meetin bilu. But I still allow u to. But u’ll ask me to go along which I dun like. Stil rmb wad I said in e past blog abt u keep wantin to intro bilu to me n assure tt she can be a gd fren of mine? U can go meet her. But dun drag me in. I’ll ask if I can follow if I feel comfortable. U didn contact bilu already. I didn contact Melvin already. Jus cuz u dun like me to sit bike, I totally stop. N I can tel u, I like to sit on bikes. But cuz u wont be happy, I oso stop. I cannot sit on his bike, den it’s not convenient for me n him to meet up. So I rarely meet up with him already. I used to sneak out n meet him at simpang or outside my hse, u dun like, I oso stop already. N u nv once slp outside my room. I’m sorry for the eric’s matter. I didn noe. Seriously, u dun tell me things, I will nv noe e truth de lorz. Den I argue n blame u den u dun sae. Den u dun expect me to noe e truth jus like tt right? Tts y I always sae, wadeva u’re unhappy with r wadsoeva, u gotta voice out. I cant read ur mind. I need u to tell me ur views n opinions. Seriously dar, I can’t stand u givin me att. I angry with u yst, u jus hug me n stuff den I ok already. Den just now I nudge u n called u, u showed me att. Just now we quarrelled because of e way u phrase ur words. Den I gave in n u showed me att. U noe I’m sick, but u dun treat me as one. I really need someone who can tc of me when I’m sick. I noe u’ve changed a lot for me. I did see e change in u. really thank you. I oso wanna let u know I really love u a lot. Everyone can see I put in much more effort in this rs as compared to e rest. My most serious rs, excluding this rs, is my previous one. Seriously, I can say as compared to how I treat u, I treated him really bad. I didn even cook once for him during the 1yr 4 months. For u, I even volunteered myself n u noe I dun cook or rather I dislike cookin. Not to compare, just to show how important u are to me… I did my best to give u e perfect world too. My tolerance level for u is much higher den even for my parents. U can see, I alwaes get pek chek easily den started talking back already. For u, I really ren n even gave in. it’s really my prob. It seems like every rs, I nv fail to keep quarrelling. Sorry to drag u in… tts all I wanna say… oh ya! And try to change the way u phrase ur words… u may not mean tt way but e way u phrase it, it meant another. Before typin, think it tru 1st… sorry my silly boy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny sia… I seriously didn realise there were some chi words till I edit the post den I saw e change. Anyway, I dun understand some but some are really sweet…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7843784719349376306?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7843784719349376306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7843784719349376306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7843784719349376306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7843784719349376306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/tts-what-he-said.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-641194773873556932</id><published>2008-03-20T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:36:56.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>只有为你</title><content type='html'>u said u ren enuff of me.. haven i've been doing the same. everytime quarrel u said u always the 1 to bow down to me.. but haven me been doing the same as well. u compared ytd wat help me take things den i nv and such. ohh pls.. are u being calculative or wat? in ya eyes or mayb in ya frens eyes as well i'm such a useless, fucked up, lousy, self-centered and not caring enuff bf. but am i really tt bad? or r u askin alot from me? u said u changed for me.. yes i do see the change in u. but how abt me? go ask ard my frens. ask them how much i changed for you from now compared to the past. i lied to my ex gfs all the time. but bcoz of u. i tell u everywhr i'm going, who i'm going out with and my everything. i did all these for wat? u said u wanted a good v day wif me and wat i did. go ard to search for good restaurants, planning things. all bcoz of who? everytime quarrel i kept quiet coz i juz wan to keep my cool n dun wanna blast anything out from my mouth. i juz tired of quarrels so i keep quiet to admit my fault. all bcoz of who? mayb in ya eyes i'm nt doin enuff but am i really nt doing enuff? or isit u expect 2 much from me? always in ya blog u r tellin ppl we quarrel n how bad i've been. but m i really tt bad? am i really nt good enuff for u? i starting to wonder what else i need to do n sacrifice for my love 1. u n paulyn are good frens but i wonder wat u all chat abt. try speakin to ya parents. ask them whether am i a good bf? bcoz of u my love, i gave up so much entertainment. lost my grp of frens. i gave up my friday to u. i no longer go out wif them as often if u realise. how lately did u hear anything abt them from me? do u hear them callin me as often as last time? this clubbin thing i oredi tell u i dun like my gf to club. but everytime u say wanna club. did i allow? taida bday din even plan to go M.O.S at all. is bcoz of u they wanna go M.O.S.. we noe M.O.S is not the place for us. but we still wanted to go coz taida noe i worried abt u. but in the end nv go coz it was 2 ex. n i tell him nvm. no need go M.O.S coz it's his bday. and they assure me that if anything were to happen to u. they will go down find u wif me together.. today dun wanna u club coz i oredi tell ya dad we wun go home late oredi. y can't u understand me. i oredi tell u i smsed ya dad but u still insist to go Zouk. n this zouk thing i oredi tell u like last week tt we are gg. i noe today u surely will tell me u wanna go. i oredi prepared for a quarrel. tts y in the end i nv go. if not i can still go de. but bcoz of u. i have to bomb my frens again. haf u spared a thought for me? how many times u hear me say going to club? u jolly well bcoz of u wanting to club. i always haf to pester my frens to go with me. am i not doing enuff? for u? am i really tt lousy? ever since the day we were together how many times u haf said the words break up? umpteen times. ever since the day we were together, how many times u have asked to me pack my things and leave? do u ever noe how i feel? bcoz of u, i no longer contacted bi lu. if u realise. why? coz u mind me meetin her. so she call i nv answer. do u noe how i feel? i really did my best to please u. ytd nt bcoz i purposely i drag my time. is bcoz we quarrel so i dun wanna meet u until we settle everything. if not i'm gonna slp outside ya room again. is i drag eric out to meet me bcoz we were quarreling. and u keep askin me dun come. so i told eric to acc me till we ok. u always mentioned we got differents views. but let me tell u, if ever u can find 2 persons with the same identical view, let me know. each got their own views. quarrels are inevitable in a r/s. sigh.. i juz wanna let u know i really love you. but mayb i'm juz nt doin enuff to make u feel i'm the 1 for u. always giving u attitude and such. mayb i'm juz a piece of shit bf. i'm just nt doing enuff. but i can tell u. I did my best to gif u the perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我太孩子气总不懂得照顾一颗纤细的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我一直很用心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是没有说明未来蓝图在心里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你常说我太实际不懂表达心中浪漫的情绪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我只是很小心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为爱你而准备直到眼前一切就绪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!只有为你我愿变成影子跟随着你寸步不离&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!只有为你我的心变成了一座城堡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一生一世都专属於你oh!只有为你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-641194773873556932?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/641194773873556932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=641194773873556932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/641194773873556932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/641194773873556932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='只有为你'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5068733697146598484</id><published>2008-03-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:45:51.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tues(18th)&lt;br /&gt;wad a drama.&lt;br /&gt;i thought we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;but he all of a sudden say he's gonna find me later.&lt;br /&gt;den we msg den quarreled agn. wow.&lt;br /&gt;he said he'll reach at 12.&lt;br /&gt;den change to 2 because he met up with eric.&lt;br /&gt;well done seriously.&lt;br /&gt;just imagine if i last min meet up with my friend before gg over to his place,&lt;br /&gt;how would he react to it?&lt;br /&gt;most probably get it from him.&lt;br /&gt;it's ok. i'll do the same to him one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den now it's being pushed to 2.45am.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not happy about the time being pushed later and later.&lt;br /&gt;he said i asked him not to come.&lt;br /&gt;if i didn wan him to come, i wouldn have asked if he was comin from e 1st timin.&lt;br /&gt;girls always meant the oppo.&lt;br /&gt;then now he msg sayin,' wad la... stop pushin the limits... after drink i can alwaes go back with them. i can no need go ya hse. but y i go over. u go think lo.'&lt;br /&gt;i replied,' u said u're comin over in e 1st place. tts y i waited for u... den u kept draggin e time. so it's my fault eh?'&lt;br /&gt;his reply: ' i go out with my fren oso cannot mei... sigh. sorry la'&lt;br /&gt;i replied,' can can...u said to come at 12. den u all of a sudden go out with ur fren. den i gotta wait till 2. den no pushed till 2.45. if i do tt to u, do u think u'll be happy abt it? u tink abt it lorz... den u noe i'm unhappy abt it, den u still show me att. i didn do anything wrong dar. be fair.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he reached my hse at 2.30am. wadeva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today(19th our anni)&lt;br /&gt;everything ok already. went to tm eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;went to serangoon to watch him play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;den we quarreled agn.&lt;br /&gt;he's gg to zouk with eric n his soccer teammates.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't tempted to go at 1st till i heard wilkin's gf is gg as well.&lt;br /&gt;damn curious how she'll behave and party n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so i randomnly asked paulynn if she wanna go zouk.&lt;br /&gt;she was tempted too!&lt;br /&gt;but den he didn allow me to. say i keep clubbing den go hm late.&lt;br /&gt;den finally when they got off e cab, on my way hm, he sent a msg,&lt;br /&gt;'not i dun wan let u go... u go later in e end have to look out for u. den can't enjoy also. i not gg there dance also.'&lt;br /&gt;when i saw this msg, i was seriously SUPER PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;i told paulyn he's really so fucked up. wad a reason to give to his gf.&lt;br /&gt;i replied,'i oso didn ask u to look out for me. u sae until i spoil ur fun if i go dere. den i dun spoil ur fun la. whr got bf tell tt to e gf de.'&lt;br /&gt;he sae till as if i'm a burden to him lorz. super pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;i asked paulynn to go cuz i noe eric will be gg so den he'll have to acc eric. den at least i have paulynn. mean enuff but i told paulynn wilkin's gf was worst den eileen. LOL! so we were all damn interested in her already! i thought it'll be fun. but oh well... everything spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my mum caught me lyin to her. taut will kana scoldin when i reach hm. but nope. thank god. anyway, didn meet up with paulynn since not gg since all mood spoilt. wadeva la~&lt;br /&gt;his reason is always the same.' not gd at his words.'&lt;br /&gt;ya. so den i have to tolerate tt n get hurt each time izit? is tt being fair to me?&lt;br /&gt;so means i can be hurtful with my words too den use tt same reason. seriously, tts no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm angry, i'll jus scold fuck n etc. for u, i type e sms den delete agn unless i was really tt pissed too. i do think it tru. but why can't u den?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dun like ur gf to club. i rarely club already. if not anyone who ask me, i bound to go. i only club when u club as well. sat u said u guys gg mos most prob, so tuna asked me, den i agreed to go. den today u gg to zouk, so i just wanna tag along. i dun need u to tc of me too. u felt restricted. den wad abt me? u link it to honesty. say u can lie to me tt u're gg out instead of tellin e truth abt gg to zouk. i can lie to u as well, if i wan to. but i chose to be as transparent as possible. u wanna lie den u go ahead lorz. i can't stop u n i wont noe as well. but in e 1st place, we were quarreling abt e way u use ur words. den u suddenly link it to honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarrel quarrel and more quarrels...&lt;br /&gt;wad a anni. start of 19, quarreling. end of 19, quarreling as well.&lt;br /&gt;wadeva la...&lt;br /&gt;-tired-&lt;br /&gt;-sick-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5068733697146598484?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5068733697146598484/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7884261920509402746</id><published>2008-03-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:23:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright.&lt;br /&gt;we really broke up.&lt;br /&gt;i asked if we're tgt.&lt;br /&gt;he said ya why asked&lt;br /&gt;i said because i said i dun wanna be with u yst.&lt;br /&gt;he missed the msg and asked if i stil wanna be with him.&lt;br /&gt;i said, 'be with you and going tru that matter agn, den i rather not. once is enuff.'&lt;br /&gt;he replied sayin i expect too much from him and he doubt he can meet my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;instead of givin me assurance tt tt matter wont happen agn, he gave up as well.&lt;br /&gt;hu on earth will lock e gf outside and kept asking if he wanna eat.&lt;br /&gt;really hurtful. since he didn give me assurance for tt, meaning it'll happen agn?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. i let him go then.&lt;br /&gt;tts it.&lt;br /&gt;guess this time round, we're really over.&lt;br /&gt;takes time for me to move on once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i told him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in a rs, we should feel comfortable, with no pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but since u're feeling uncomfortable and pressurized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then tt shouldn be the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if i really love u, i should make u happy instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lettin u go will make u happier i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7884261920509402746?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7884261920509402746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7884261920509402746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7884261920509402746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7884261920509402746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright_18.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-779946234505158757</id><published>2008-03-18T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:47:19.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>said to break up yst.&lt;br /&gt;now? no idea what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;left hanging~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, sore throat began yst.&lt;br /&gt;ate tom yum steamboat,&lt;br /&gt;obviously it got worsen.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't slp the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;every saliva i swallow,&lt;br /&gt;every yawn i take,&lt;br /&gt;my throat really hurts alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;tts y i ended up waking up once in awhile. boo!&lt;br /&gt;today when i was awake, really bad.&lt;br /&gt;much worst than yst's.&lt;br /&gt;asked lincoln to inform kenneth instead about the job.&lt;br /&gt;going back to complete, selling contact lens solutions.&lt;br /&gt;looks like i can't leave contact lens line. ha!&lt;br /&gt;product training on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya... sore throat led to fever. boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;my sore throat isn't those which u just lose ur voice.&lt;br /&gt;mine's always throat infection, which is much worst. wth~&lt;br /&gt;my house really has lots of panadols. now then i realise.&lt;br /&gt;joint muscles, extra relief for aches n pains, menstrual, cold.&lt;br /&gt;pop one panadol. hopefully i'll be alright before thurs.&lt;br /&gt;time to work and earn some ka-ching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e girlies had bubble tea session! boo!&lt;br /&gt;missed it! and i'm missing it too!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long long time since i last had A1's bubble tea! ha!&lt;br /&gt;more to come for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's going on between us?&lt;br /&gt;no idea.&lt;br /&gt;having fever. thought u'll be coming down instead.&lt;br /&gt;but guess not.&lt;br /&gt;for me, i really need one whom can take care of me when i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;i mean who wouldn wish to have their partner taking care of them when they're sick.&lt;br /&gt;maybe for u, it's all about independency.&lt;br /&gt;but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;for me, when i'm sick, that's when i'm really at the weakest point of time.&lt;br /&gt;and tts when u can see ur other half being so soft and gentle towards u...&lt;br /&gt;taking care of u and making sure everything is ok for u and etc...&lt;br /&gt;you hardly get to see a guy being this way, especially those da nan ren or man-type of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some guys, when they're sick, they prefer to be left alone. tryin to show that they're strong and stuff and not wanting to spoil tt image infront of their girls.&lt;br /&gt;but not for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, it's really a sweet thing to be taking care of each other, especially when one's ill.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of being able to rely one each other no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;tts all i'm asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday xue yun!!!&lt;br /&gt;hohohoho... start of '2' already! tts so scary...&lt;br /&gt;poor girl... her birthday and yet she has a paper in the evening! boohoo for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next will be zhong zhong....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-779946234505158757?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/779946234505158757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=779946234505158757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/779946234505158757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/779946234505158757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/said-to-break-up-yst.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-6295748941483213271</id><published>2008-03-17T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T04:09:41.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gonna be a long long post...</title><content type='html'>fri: went out with him and we watched step up 2!!! wohoo! so long it's dance, it's superb! then i got upset because he told me he was going to play mj after the movie. the movie was at 8, so most prob it'll latest 10pm? i'll be reaching home like so early. total sian-ness. started msgin ppl to meet me. after the movie, went to find sr &amp;amp; gf at indo. drag drag drag and i left indo at 10.45pm. boo! i thought i'll be early. now became late. so went down to simpang to meet paulynn and chikuan joined us as well. ha! u can't believe it but we sat there till like 4am. madness~ and what was worst was, we chatted on the phone till 6am!!! and i had to wake up at 11+am to get ready for work at the central the very next day. boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat: i gave out balloons and saw so many cuties!!! i mean kids... ha! seriously, jap little girls are superly cute! i gave to one jap little girl, the dad took pic of her and asked her to smile, she was like 'hee!'. OMG! tts really super cute!!! ok. i shall find a jap husband. ha! love kids.... awwwww...~~~ the job was super slack. just gave out balloons. suppose to end at 6 but we ended at 5 instead cuz 300balloons all given out. yeah! then we waited for paulynn, cherly and apple to reach. gonna club! yesh! but sadly, because tuna, paulynn n i really on budget, tts y we didn wanna go to zouk. it'll be $25 for entrance while for mos, it's free because we're tertiary students! ha! oh ya! the queue was super long but thank god the bouncer or whoever walked down the stretch and asked if we're students! ha! mos was super packed man! SUPER! oh ya! apple didn join us cuz she anti-mos. sad. den in the end she went to find her friends in town. gosh. felt super bad. anyway, had a really great time! and tuna was super high! ha! seriously, my 1st time seeing her so high man. thanks lincoln! saw him at mos and he got us a jug of lemon+water! i was a little high but stil conscious, unlike tuna. lol! she met her friend hui ping and we all danced tgt! super fun! hui ping so mean! she challenged me in getting low and obviously i lost! sad! then i did electric butt thing and she challenged me in shuffle! i don't know how! boo! but thank god tuna met her there and she sent tuna home while i went to find him. oh ya! i was lost in mos! boo! legs were really luan. we danced 4 rounds, each round until our legs no strength! ha! we had to exit by another door and i was so lost! i msg lincoln and huiping. all came to save me! LOL! thank god... my night didn't end here! boo! i was super shag already man. left at 4am! then join him and his friends at a friend's place to play winning elevel. lame shit! i was a little high and total shagness. left his place at 9+am before we headed home! his home. and we slept till 7+pm. LOL! quarreled alittle because he didn wanna help me get a plastic bag. i wasn't happy cuz at my place, wadeva he ask me to do, i'll. so i was kinda upset. then quarrled. and he locked me out of his house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hungry and he didn wanna get changed. boo! then i left his place. cried at the stairs. went back to his place and asked him again. he opened the door and went back to sit at the sofa. i walked away, he locked the door. i was super upset. i went back and asked again, this time round he didn open the door. i stood and squatted outside of the house. so poor thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever he says hungry, i gotta do smth abt it like gettin changed and stuff, if not he'll show me att n stuff. but whenever i say i'm hungry, he'll take his time. continue watchin tv or whatsoever. at the stairs and the 2nd time i walked away, i really thought about everything, i'm like his bitch(dog). the scenerio it's like i'm a trained dog. even though i'm not attached to the leash, no matter how far i go, i'll still come back to the owner. tts y he doesn even have to bother. but when i'm angry at him, i'll still leave the door open and gave in in the end. tonight this matter, i was really hurt. the image of me standin outside the door, seeing him sitting at the sofa and watchin tv, then smoking, while i was so hungry and kept askin him if he wanna eat. oh welll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's unhappy whenever i post this type of stuff. but that was truly how i felt during that incident. during the 2nd time when i walked away, i kept thinking, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;delvin, just hurt me alittle bit more and i'll really give up. totally. the end. don't wish to be ur dog anymore. tired. u're really selfish. u don't know how to think for me. it's always so long u enjoy it, tts should be the way.' i'm always going ur way, to make u happy or so long u're happy if u realise...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the quarrel, he finally came out and we went down to get food. but i was really tired about everything. bought lots of food and ate till really full. he came over. zhong asked me out tmr but won't be gg. bf comes 1st unless e date was asked earlier... sigh. what to do... tonight's matter, it wasn't because of a plastic bag tt i felt like givin up. but u know when u keep all the emotions to yourself and each time when we quarrel, tts when all the emotions will blow out and i just felt like givin up each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone realised,&lt;br /&gt;when i go out with my friends, it's just us.&lt;br /&gt;but at times when he goes out with his friends, i'll tag along.&lt;br /&gt;but why is tt so?&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i know his friends but he doesn't really know mine.&lt;br /&gt;but why?&lt;br /&gt;a doubt which i have no answer till now...&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer this way though. ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just a little more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the rope breaks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then tt'll be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tired to hold on further already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i said i dont have confi in the rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not really gaining back either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heart really aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't bear and feelings still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but so long one more hurtful thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no matter how aching the heart will be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll let go already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;each sentence i type,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;each breathe i take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i felt the ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nowadays, we kept quarreling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;our longest peaceful period was 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if not we would be quarreling every other day, once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ha! for a rs tts gonna be 7months in 2 days time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we started quarreling on the 2nd day of our rs till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh. really saddening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;people always say quarrels bring a couple closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but not too often quarrels, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that becomes too tiring instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one step at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tts it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- when you believe by leon jackson -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[there can be miracles, when you believe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[who knows what miracles you can achieve]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-6295748941483213271?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6295748941483213271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=6295748941483213271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6295748941483213271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6295748941483213271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/gonna-be-long-long-post.html' title='gonna be a long long post...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-4960196868509819902</id><published>2008-03-14T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:21:24.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yst(wed), i slept at 4+am. was about to fall aslp when suddenly my hp rang. -_-&lt;br /&gt;junquan msg me to ask if i was still awake. didn reply and continued trying to fall aslp. faints.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8+, even before my alarm rang. went back to slp until 9.30am. couldnt wake up. got off the bed at 10am, like finally and i was supposed to meet kat n joc at 10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;sat at the toilet bowl for 10mins before i started bathing. was so freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met kat n joc, they ate breakky. timing was just nice. when i reached there, they finished their food already. ha! took the reference den i went off to supercuts to cut my fringe! LOL. ugly fringe cut by tt storm hairstylist. so sad. my previous hairstylist left already. i will not go back to storm again. was late again. supposed to meet zhong at 12.15 at the control station. in e end she went to supercuts to meet me and i just started cutting at that time. ha! but it was super fast! less den 10mins it was done! ta da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cityhall. bought donut factory. the craze is over. hardly any queue and it was lunch hourse. ha! ate 2 yummy and super chocolatey donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to ms. and guess wad did i do?!?! i sang k box with them. omg. hahaha! 1st time my sec sch friends heard my singing ok! after so many yrs of friendship. i don't sing for god's sake. because i dun sing, i duno wads e latest songs or the titles. wads worst, i couldn catch up with the rhythm because i couldn read the chi characters tt fast! omg. sang till my voice became sore. ok. no more singing, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the rest, went to the newly opened pasta place to eat, known as pasta de waraku or wadsoeva. pasta is gd. diff size of portions. price reasonable. overall not bad. lol. i was damn dumb. i did something real dumb. dey asked me to take pics of e food from the top of e table. guess wad i did? i counted,' 1....2....3...'. i was talking to the food!!!! omg. everyone laughed. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after food, we stood infront of the atm machine tt area n started clearing debts. haha! zhong went 3 rounds to the atm to withdraw to clear her debts. LOL. we stood in e middle of nowhere somemore eh... so weird. after clearing debts, walked alittle before zhige suggested to go to the bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point of time, i was tooooo tired already. slept 4 hrs, tong until tt timin, not bad already ah. i didn join in. the rest did. left the place at 10.30pm and then it was finally home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they passed me my last yr's bday pressie. LOL! for me, zhige n mel, we always collect v belated bday pressie. especially me! no time to meet them! dey're all staying so far away. their schools are everywhere. this time round, they painted a pair of shoes for me and a necklace! so sweet! it's pink. weird colour for me though but it's nice! hand made products are always &lt;3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dey always surprise me with their pressies... ha! felt bad. cuz all i did was payin them e money for e pressie dey bought. boo me! oh well... more time now.. time to make it up to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-4960196868509819902?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4960196868509819902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=4960196868509819902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4960196868509819902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4960196868509819902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/ystwed-i-slept-at-4am.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-8485199708830623271</id><published>2008-03-11T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T03:02:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i was real dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i could have just copy and paste the words from the convers.&lt;br /&gt;but i was too eager to screen shot the convers till i totally forgot how to think.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. too trouble to figure out how to screen shot n thinking of how to save as a pic.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly then i realise. wth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's the convers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: dar, if i go cut short hair, u think i'll look funny?&lt;br /&gt;him: err...dunno leh&lt;br /&gt;him: up to u lo&lt;br /&gt;him: u cut wat i oso love u&lt;br /&gt;him: ha&lt;br /&gt;me: hee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like so sweet ah... sweet part only such a short one. here comes the irritating part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: y u keep changin photos?&lt;br /&gt;him: no y la&lt;br /&gt;him: y so many qns&lt;br /&gt;him: haha&lt;br /&gt;me: idiot.&lt;br /&gt;me: all e pics so ugly. dun put beta la&lt;br /&gt;him: haha&lt;br /&gt;him: nice leh&lt;br /&gt;him: ----&gt;&gt; like u [referring to his dp, which was him wearing a sumo wrestler suit]&lt;br /&gt;him: hahah&lt;br /&gt;me: idiot&lt;br /&gt;me: shut up u irritating freak&lt;br /&gt;him: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;me: later i go mad den tmr i go cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;him: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;him: neh ni neh ni poo poo&lt;br /&gt;him: haha&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL! lame lei u! wha lao... gotta screen shot den show in my blog&lt;br /&gt;me: a 22-yr old gonnabe actually said tt!&lt;br /&gt;him: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;him: ii like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ok. i really think i v dumb&lt;br /&gt;him: haha&lt;br /&gt;him: yes u r&lt;br /&gt;him: y leh&lt;br /&gt;me: i can jus copy n paste e words! dun have to screen shot&lt;br /&gt;me: shut up&lt;br /&gt;him: hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. irritatin part then so long... ya. this is how a couple like us convers with each other on msn. in real, it's much worst. every sentence also can shoot and irritate each other. actually, it's kind of a good thing? cuz it keeps the brain and mind working, training to react fast. LOL. what lame shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. we're alright already... cooled down from the quarrels already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today WAS supposed to be happening! but thanks to the stupid rain, an activity was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;went to his place in the afternoon. late morning people started msgin me. and i slept at 4am. well done. if u're one of them, no worries, cuz it's not just one and a handful. faints~ i'm not an early bird ah... left the house. was still drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left his place, still drizzling. went to turf city to eat seafood! LOL! superb! there's 50% discount for lunch hours! cheap and good! we ordered a large plate of prawns, a fish and a crab. the fish was real good! ever since it was being served, i kept eating it all the way while he peeled the prawns. LOL! the fish was tilapia. at least i've learnt smth new. everytime when the fish is served, i don't even know its name and yet i'm eating it. like so disrespectful to the fish man. ha! crap~ thank god i didn't ask for rice if not, i won't be able to even touch the crab's claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed down to the night safari! BOO! was drizzling but we thought it would stop. but NOPE! angry~ it got slightly heavier. walked around night safari, exploring the retail shops, hoping the drizzle would stop. about 10-15mins later, the drizzle didn stop and off we go~ SO SAD. tuna even arranged to get discount for me from her friend! thanks girl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at his place, usual irritating activities, shooting each other with words and irritate through actions. honestly speaking, it's fun. LOL. just imagine, we can even lie on the bed for an hour and shot and irritate each other throughout the whole hour. power eh~ ate mac and headed home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! happy birthday jocelyn! ha! start of '2' and how's the feeling like man?! oh man... i'm the next in the group though it's still a long way but still! my goodness... start of '2' and bye to '1'! i'm not a teenager anymore!!! i just love being 18. it was like the best age to enjoy everything... nvm. i just wanna look young to make it up for that. oh welll.... tts life. tts reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steamboat at joc's place... wohoo! let's see what we can do about it... hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hole in the pocket for these 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th march- joc&lt;br /&gt;18th march- xue yun&lt;br /&gt;26 march- sheena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like every week also has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th april- his&lt;br /&gt;19th april- zhong's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd may- melvin's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm getting more used to u being with me.&lt;br /&gt;when u were working still and me schooling, was getting used to either meeting u alternate days or even only during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;but during that bloatedness period, we were tgt 24/7 for a week.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so used to you already. i adapt fast.&lt;br /&gt;then after which, whenever we're not tgt, we'll quarrel because i'll be either moody or unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;oh welll... mood swing that is.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. that's right. if this carries on, during ur ns, i'll 'die'.&lt;br /&gt;so, gonna start getting used to seeing you less often.&lt;br /&gt;which means finding more programmes for myself,&lt;br /&gt;because staying at home is not the best solution for me.&lt;br /&gt;so what will it be? a job that is.&lt;br /&gt;still lazing and slacking around. taking easy in finding a job.&lt;br /&gt;but gotta find one soon because his birthday is coming real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why i love you?&lt;br /&gt;i said i'll tell u on our next anni, that's about 8 more days.&lt;br /&gt;the reason...&lt;br /&gt;you nv fail to make my day,&lt;br /&gt;even just by doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;your presence,&lt;br /&gt;your actions,&lt;br /&gt;your everything.&lt;br /&gt;and you're the only one who can or able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;to me, that's the most important reason and factor in a relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-8485199708830623271?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8485199708830623271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=8485199708830623271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8485199708830623271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8485199708830623271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-4414662802729035575</id><published>2008-03-09T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:01:00.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after bilu's matter, quarreled over another matter again.&lt;br /&gt;he saw chek msg me cuz i wished him happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;then we msg for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;junquan and tian ming contacted me.&lt;br /&gt;fri met up with melvin and kat was along as well.&lt;br /&gt;halfway through lincoln asked me to club cuz mos was having some students special event.&lt;br /&gt;there was free entry for all students above 18!!!&lt;br /&gt;was damn tempted cuz i was damn moody. kept quarreling with him.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i rejected lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;been months since i last saw him at my birthday. after that he entered ns. didnt even have a chance to meet up at all.&lt;br /&gt;so i offered to go down to clark quay to meet him for a quick chat before he goes clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;actually another thought was, since he was going down to boat quay then maybe i can meet him even for awhile before i go home. sigh. to me, bf always top priority. obvious. meet awhile for me also shiok. fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;then he was asking why i replied so slowly. i said i was trying bra.&lt;br /&gt;he asked with melvin and kat. i said with kat only.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn believe. whatever i say, he just say me back. damn dulan.&lt;br /&gt;then didn msg for awhile until i told him i gg down to clark quay for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;he said i suddenly contact so many guys and then don't make him dulan.&lt;br /&gt;then quarrel again.&lt;br /&gt;on thurs, because i was super sian and down, he said he'll come over and find me tmr(fri) night.&lt;br /&gt;on fri i asked him that. his reply was,'did i?' ok. he forgot what he've said.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, he came over after his drinking session at 4am and he was kinda seh~. i was sian la. it's like i was still kinda unhappy but once he reached my place, i seem to be ok already. sian. i really hate myself for that. heart soft, give in fast. cuz i can't stand cold war. to me, cold war doesn't exist in my dictionary. it's always either break or talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst(sat) went out with his friends. like so last min. i taut could spend a day at home and slack like always. so went out to catch a movie. after that went to holland v to eat and watch soccer. all the while i taut he was coming home with me. but when his friends mention abt winning eleven, i know that was it. obviously he wanna go that much though he kept saying nvm he'll come to my place instead. i was kinda happy. but u know the worst thing is when he comes over and he complain sian. it'll make me dulan and sian also. then infront of me, his friends kept asking if i let him go and etc and i won't be angry if he goes. say until like that already, what can i say? gotta give face and be a nice 'gf'. so of cuz have to let him go and what's more,he wanna go that much also. in e end, i met up with paulynn to vent my unhappiness while dey went off to enjoy. he knew i was unhappy. he said sorry and stuff but in e end he can tel me things like u wanna get angry den go ahead. cuz he did nth wrong. ya he did nth wrong. but he should understand y i was feeling this way. i couldnt go home late. i taut u'll be coming hm with me. suddenly i have to go home myself, which is like so sian. u noe i wanted u to go back with me, but i couldn't. at 2+ he asked whr was i. i said at simpang. after that no more msg already until 4am when i reached hm. i msg him saying, it's 4am already and u dun even bother to send a msg asking if i'm home yet. to him, i'm just finding faults even though there's nothing and HE WAS AMAZED. i asked him when i was still at simpang if we were meeting tmr. he said meet lo. but i said i dun feel like going out. wads more, he'll reach hm late and then slp till v late. after that no more reply until when i was at home already. i said tmr dun wanna go out u cannot come n find me mehz? his reply was,' i didn sae i won't go n find u wad.' i said,' but u oso didn sae u'll come n find me cuz u didn reply after tt already.' best part was he can actually reply saying i didn't say i won't go and find u nor i say i'll go and find you.' seriously, that really hurt alot. i'm like being treated as a fool. i got no comments by that sentence. u won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt i taut back, ya most of e times i pick the fight. sometimes over e things he did, sometimes i just rake up e past n quarrel. but i realise most of e times when we quarrel were when we're not with each other. to get his attention, i'll choose a topic but unfortunately, most of e time, it ended up with a quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to be picking a fight with u always. u really did change alot. happy for u. guess u deserve someone better. if u ever find one, just tell me and move on. i'm be glad for u. if u wanna give me up as well, just tell me. i won't blame u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired and starting to feel sian about this rs already. no matter i'm right or wrong, u'll end up showing me att. ended up, i'll msg u 1st and give in to u 1st. because i wanna get ur attention. everytime quarrel, hot and cold towards me. that's one thing i really can't stand but i'm always going tru it. told u i dun like the way u phrase ur words like u go ahead and be angry all u wan, when u know i'm angry already. that statement really hurt alot to someone who's angry already. i felt angrier but ended up i gave in. that's e worst part. i'm really tt fucked up. for now, i really don't feel secure already. seriously. i'm a lousy gf and i know it.  i also know u're feeling damn sian and tired of quarreling already. this time round if both of us still can't change, i'm willing to give u up already if all these continue... i'll just leave when that time comes. guess it'll be better for both of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in fate.&lt;br /&gt;if we're meant to be, we'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no confidence in myself already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really changed alot for u as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no movies with guy alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no sitting of bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u unhappy i won't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dun club already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everytime others wanna meet me, i'll ask if i'm meeting u 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if u're not den i go n meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i rarely meet my guy friends already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really put u as my top priority at all times and it's so obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i cook for u. [ this is a rare sight. even at home, my bro is the one who cooked for me. nv once i cooked for my exs.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i iron clothes for u. [ i don't even iron my own clothes.nv once iron clothes for my exs.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;following u ard wherever u go to meet ur friends or whatsoever. [i rarely mix ard with my exs' friends. dun bother. but for u, i do cuz i know friends are v impt to u as well. givin u more time to be with them.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i give in to u even faster, as compared to previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i stay up till late to wait for u to reach hm or to come over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i go out till late with u. wake up earlier den u, i'll find things to do tilli feel it's gettin real late n it's time to wake u up. [i usually go out early n come back early because i slp early.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dun mean to compare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just wanna let u know how much i've changed for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and how much i really treasure this rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-4414662802729035575?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4414662802729035575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=4414662802729035575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4414662802729035575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4414662802729035575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-bilus-matter-quarreled-over.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-28536123672371127</id><published>2008-03-07T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:26:07.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright... i'm so bored now.&lt;br /&gt;roche cheated us. made us came back and he haven even start writing yet.&lt;br /&gt;gotta wait till 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;guess they're really busy.&lt;br /&gt;met seah and as usual, making fun of each other.&lt;br /&gt;what a lecturer. faints~&lt;br /&gt;so ps to tell him that we asked for roche because of the reference.&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to ask him to write but he wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;so yup.&lt;br /&gt;for now, all we can do is just to entertain ourselves with the lib com that is super lag in ebuddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired now...&lt;br /&gt;feeling so unwell.&lt;br /&gt;quarreled with him till like 6+am in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feel like going back home to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! chatted with paulynn yesterday on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;chatted till about 2.30am before i slept.&lt;br /&gt;alright. so coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;right after i blogged, talked to her on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;she then told me, she broke up with him. like again!&lt;br /&gt;patched less than a week only!! damn super shocked.&lt;br /&gt;but then, this time round, the reason, i guess this would be better as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what about us?&lt;br /&gt;always quarreling...&lt;br /&gt;so damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;will we end up like them one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings will fade,&lt;br /&gt;as time passes?&lt;br /&gt;comfortness from each other,&lt;br /&gt;will be the thing that keeps this rs going.&lt;br /&gt;that's what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;love strong, keeps everything going.&lt;br /&gt;if in a rs, there's no more feelings.&lt;br /&gt;then no point continuing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 msg from him that consist of him wanting to intro his close gf to me and believe that we'll become gd friends. i feel the pressure and the 'force' from him to become friends with her. not just friends, but good friends.&lt;br /&gt;for me, i believe that the more a bf 'promotes' a girl infront or to his gf, the more jealous the gf will feel and the more 'barrier or rejections' the gf will have towards that girl. i think it works the same way for guys as well...&lt;br /&gt;who on earth will feel comfortable about it man...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's reverse pyschology.&lt;br /&gt;being neutral about someone, n meeting up with that person, will makes everything good.&lt;br /&gt;why? no 'promotion' going on, discovers slowly about the person and fine with everything.&lt;br /&gt;but even before meeting, heard so much about that person, jealousy there, don't even feel like meeting the person, creates a barrier in between. what's more? quarreling matters that involve her. that makes all sense then.&lt;br /&gt;now, i fear of meeting her. or rather, i don't or won't feel comfortable when meetin her.&lt;br /&gt;it takes months at least for me to classify one as a friend that should be cherished and remain contact. what's more for a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;she maybe suitable to be very close with him but might not work on me.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's character varies.&lt;br /&gt;and you cannot just set a statement that she'll be my good friend if i know her well enough.&lt;br /&gt;if i feel she's good enough, she will be and don't even need u to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, it's really hard.&lt;br /&gt;barrier between me and her.&lt;br /&gt;so just take it naturally and stop 'promoting' her as a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel good, just in case you didn't realise.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i've got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each time we quarrel, i'll take the initiative to msg or contact him, no matter what content of the msg can be. some crap or a random remark or whatsoever. just to get him to contact me. dumbo me. oh well... but not this time round already.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so tired and restless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;hope he really understand or can understand how i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;oh wellllllsss......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-28536123672371127?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/28536123672371127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=28536123672371127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/28536123672371127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/28536123672371127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright_07.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-6953846238011437630</id><published>2008-03-07T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:53:38.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quarrels &amp; more quarrels. what's new?</title><content type='html'>forgot to update some stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st march- nic's b'day&lt;br /&gt;4th march- chek's b'day&lt;br /&gt;10th march- joc's b'day&lt;br /&gt;26th march- sheena's b'day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th april- his b'day&lt;br /&gt;19th april- zhong's b'day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. chatted with paulynn these days cause both of us were really bored.&lt;br /&gt;she was at home. but still, i couldn't go out to meet her at simpang.&lt;br /&gt;this girl is richer than i thought. LOL&lt;br /&gt;glad she patched back with alex.&lt;br /&gt;at least i have another companion if we all ever meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just quarreled again. ok already then quarreled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st matter: at jurong point, when it was going home time, i felt f sian. i started becoming super duper moody and stuff. i have no idea what to do when i reach home. on the way home in the cab, i teared. life is so boring, seriously. i alighted at the bus stop so i could waste more time. but really super duper dangerous at night that area because lots of indians and blanglas and china workers. especially indians. they like to buy bottles of beer and sit on the grass patch infront of the shophouses. reached home, emo again. teared. he called, kept asking what happened. i really have no idea. if i have, i would have done something about it. but i really don't know why i'm like this. really down, moody and emo. then he suddenly showed me att and then hung up. he knew i was crying, he showed me att. when i'm angry, he showed me att. when i'm sad, he showed me att. alright then. instead of consoling or whatsoever. then he kept msgin saying he's sorry and etc. he said whenever i'm unhappy, he would be affected. i replied, but u'll still be able to enjoy. then after trying to explain to me again, he said this,'duno how to explain to u. nvm. u wan angry then go ahead ba. sorry.' oh welll... seriously, if one wasn't that angry already, after reading this, i bet e situation will be worst. seriously, he doesn't know how to phrase his words and thats definitely not the way to do it. i was more pissed but i just said i wasn't angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd matter: the extends that he sets for himself and i are really so different. for me, he don't like the idea of me watching a movie with a guy. but yet, for himself, he ever asked to go malaysia with a close girl friend whom they knew each other for 6,7years? and alone. so just the both of them. i stil remember that happened during my nightwork at robinsons. i even cried during my nightwork. i strongly object but he kept giving his reasoning. now, i just wanna watch a movie with melvin. also cannot. seriously, what's this? after telling him about him gg to malaysia that matter, all he said was to go ahead since i'm so keen in going. seriously, whatever. this is seriously damn unfair. what else does he knows beside showing me att huh? right also show, wrong also show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm him ah, after hearing about the malaysia matter, i should feel alittle bad already cuz it's really unfair. should have just kept explaining and say sorry for that matter lorz instead of showing att.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can go malaysia alone with a girl for hours. and i can't even watch a movie, which is less than 2 hrs with a guy alone. wtf seriously. he can feel insecure i cannot. i still rmb clearly, i was being said as CHILDISH, i don't know how to think and etc by him for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just msg saying to him, going to malaysia is like shopping. i replied saying,' then will u allow me to go malaysia alone with a guy?'. his replied was,' aiya. u wan quarrel den go ahead la... always bringin the past out to say.' i said,' u haven ans my qns yet. will u allow?' his replied was,' no. tts y i nv go. ok i answered. u go ahead n quarrel.' [u didn't go but u really hurt me alot that period.] i replied,' is not i wanna quarrel. is e extend u set really unfair. i'm saying things nicely now lorz. dere's things u can do but i cant. but e things i do, u can do. if u think i wanna quarrel den alright den. i'm always e one finding fault. if u think it's fair den fair. u're e judge.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enuff. i do bring out the past to say. but y? because i felt unfair during that matter and rmb that clearly. now that i have a chance to compare the situation, why not? let you feel how i felt during that matter and then u'll be able to learn to understand why i was feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever we quarrel,&lt;br /&gt;i'll just feel we're really from two different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;our thinkings can be so different...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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new?'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5022358975031569522</id><published>2008-03-06T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:10:10.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright... here's my update for the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i stayed at home practically everyday except for&lt;br /&gt;fri- met kat for less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;mon- went to TM for a movie then came home.&lt;br /&gt;today &amp;amp; don't know when- went to his place for awhile then back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is soooooo boring and sian.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing for me to do till the extent that&lt;br /&gt;what's left will be just stonning to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need a job to pass my time...&lt;br /&gt;i really can't stand boredom,&lt;br /&gt;especially when i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;that's even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 to share the boredom,&lt;br /&gt;always better than 1 to die of boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5022358975031569522?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5022358975031569522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=5022358975031569522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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International paper, sucks to the core. last paper of the 3 years of poly life already, still cannot let us enjoy the last paper in peace. bloody hell. 1st qns, 20marks already stuck. f lei this paper. total screwed up. anyway, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought back, wanna study also cannot already. nothing more to study. sure kinda miss it though. i don't mind studying but not for the purpose of exams. ha! like duh~ exams need to think lei... study only gotta keep reading and reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it's only been a few days, but many things happened. it's over. it's all over now... hopefully things will be running smoothly for me in future and no more downs in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. visited the doc. down with bloatedness in tummy. serious case. gotta stay at home for at least a week because it will cause vomitting and etc. what a year for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first it was the ear operation then this... wth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to visit the temple to pray again... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be staying at home for a week but meanwhile i'm looking for jobs. yup!&lt;br /&gt;time to earn some cash! ching ching ching!!!&lt;br /&gt;lots of things i wanna buy!!! hohohoh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prays hard for everthing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! tmr it's nicole's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday girl in advance!!! :) &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-216328577888296972?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/216328577888296972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=216328577888296972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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also.&lt;br /&gt;ok. regretted watching that movie for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train, saw this couple standing right infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting down. they were standing near the pole.&lt;br /&gt;i really find that guy damn 'cute'.&lt;br /&gt;his right hand was near the pole but instead of holding the pole,&lt;br /&gt;he was carrying a bag of stuff. what about his left hand?&lt;br /&gt;he used it to hook his gf. both of them can't balance,&lt;br /&gt;and without any common sense of shifting the bag of stuff to hold the pole,&lt;br /&gt;i kept seeing them unbalancing and nearly falling down.&lt;br /&gt;DUMB PIECE OF SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;then you know what's the worst part?&lt;br /&gt;that guy kept kissing the girl. i didn't say it's wrong BUT&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't know when to la.. haiyo...&lt;br /&gt;he tried to kiss the girl when the train just started.&lt;br /&gt;physic that is, you'll move the opposite direction as the train.&lt;br /&gt;so when he tried to kiss her, she moved to the left, then he also moved to the left and with that pouting action[which is so er xin], he had to move forward alittle to reach her. wth~&lt;br /&gt;the whole action is just funny and lame piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;i was just wondering what if he was trying to kiss her and then the train suddenly brake,&lt;br /&gt;ping bang bong! hahaha! the girl bounces back and hit his pouting lips. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i'm so mean. just for my self entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;kept kissing the girl infront of me. don't even know where to look at.&lt;br /&gt;not as if they're both good looking. faints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven really start studying yet...&lt;br /&gt;as usual...&lt;br /&gt;start so early also cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;short term memory&lt;br /&gt;sian. after paper, then gotta start working,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe....&lt;br /&gt;don't know already la...&lt;br /&gt;so sian.&lt;br /&gt;guys stil got 2 years to think,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe they can just sign on and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but for us, gotta start thinking after our graduation.&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7639068493037421579?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-1168187637304930203</id><published>2008-02-20T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:26:54.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday he finally reached at 5pm. bought indian rojak and we shared.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt how to play stwack, which i find it super lame.&lt;br /&gt;he started using my account to play as well. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;then at 5.55pm, the crazy boy suddenly say he wanna swim.&lt;br /&gt;oh wellll... so we went.&lt;br /&gt;he didn't swim! he played with water! ha!&lt;br /&gt;ok la, he did swim freestyle for maybe about a metre long. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;he was a joke at swimming man... haha!&lt;br /&gt;all i did was kept laughin at him.&lt;br /&gt;then guess what the crazy guy wanna do next?&lt;br /&gt;we headed down to the gym. -_-&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to see how 'fast' his 2.4km would be.&lt;br /&gt;ha! deproved. obviously if you don't train constantly.&lt;br /&gt;he tried the rest and i bet his muscles would be aching today...&lt;br /&gt;by then, i had 0% strength left. was so strained out.&lt;br /&gt;dont even have the strength to bathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of nowhere he just msg me saying,' although i nv buy food for u but i always cook for u wat...'&lt;br /&gt;true enough.&lt;br /&gt;and at times, he would wash the dishes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now kang xi that show,&lt;br /&gt;talking about bin bian.&lt;br /&gt;although very sad thing,&lt;br /&gt;but they say until damn funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;that's every army guy's worry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-1168187637304930203?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-8763962644766672624</id><published>2008-02-19T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:38:19.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the past,&lt;br /&gt;i'll get food for him.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i'm in school,&lt;br /&gt;i have to purposely go until opposite school's coffee shop to get what he want.&lt;br /&gt;but you know what,&lt;br /&gt;there was this time he raised his voice at me because i didn't get food for him.&lt;br /&gt;i remember that very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;he never once ask me if i needed food nor packet any food for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember once,&lt;br /&gt;i bought chicken rice. he didn't tell me his bro or mum wanted too.&lt;br /&gt;so i bought 2 packets only.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, don't know took one packet.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't eat and ren until late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;do so much for wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he finally picked up the call,&lt;br /&gt;after i ask his mum to wake him up from his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i ask if he was coming.&lt;br /&gt;he kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;why is it always me taking the initiative and asking like as if i'm in the wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soooo wanna let go of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-8763962644766672624?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8763962644766672624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=8763962644766672624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8763962644766672624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8763962644766672624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-past-ill-get-food-for-him.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-411910242768475021</id><published>2008-02-19T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:17:37.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as usual, we quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;this time round, i felt so cheated going all the way to his place.&lt;br /&gt;after that he met eric then went to his cousin's place at jurong to play mj.&lt;br /&gt;i went to his place because he said he didn't wanna go out. right.&lt;br /&gt;he said it was unplanned.&lt;br /&gt;i was still pissed because obviously i would be.&lt;br /&gt;coming down all the way from tanah merah to his place, wasted my money on cab.&lt;br /&gt;i should have went home from bukit panjang plaza at 9+pm.&lt;br /&gt;i was totally pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what? from his cousin't place, i took cab home! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;while he continued to hang out with eric, knowing his gf was angry.&lt;br /&gt;only know how to msg saying sorry. whatever for?&lt;br /&gt;he thinks i'll be pacified over msg? ha!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know i'm so easy to hong one lei...&lt;br /&gt;before i entered the cab, still say will find me later.&lt;br /&gt;then after that msg me say find me tmr.&lt;br /&gt;his words cannot be trusted, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;his last msg was at 1 plus. after that he don't even bother already.&lt;br /&gt;he still can msg me this earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his msg: who say. sigh. u angry i whr got mood to enoy. sigh. just now play mj i already sian le. cuz i know u v bored. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how contradicting that it.&lt;br /&gt;no msg means he's enjoying till he forgot.&lt;br /&gt;oh... he sooo can't enjoy man.&lt;br /&gt;i sooo believe his words, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7+am msg me.&lt;br /&gt;then 12+noon msg me, asking where i wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;i said i dun wanna go out. yst kana scolding already.&lt;br /&gt;he said huh... den tmr den meet?&lt;br /&gt;i said y u cannot come n find me? only i can go find u izit?&lt;br /&gt;after that no reply already...&lt;br /&gt;u know, it's like so qiao. after tt msg, he fell aslp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know always we quarrel, i'm always the one ended up trying to contact him.&lt;br /&gt;kept calling him.&lt;br /&gt;i msg him sayin if he dun reach my hse by 3pm, then forget about everything.&lt;br /&gt;it's 3pm already. well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the letter i said, he gave me hope each time i wanna give up.&lt;br /&gt;but this time round, he took away 90% of my hope.&lt;br /&gt;by now, nothing is left, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;what can i look forward to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever we quarrel,&lt;br /&gt;i always get to see the other side of him.&lt;br /&gt;that is always very contradicting to whatever he says.&lt;br /&gt;he only know how to say.&lt;br /&gt;but no actions done.&lt;br /&gt;equals to bullshitting.&lt;br /&gt;like i always say actions talk louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't think i really matter that much to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my biggest fear now is when he enters ns,&lt;br /&gt;will he be like junhao n alex like that?&lt;br /&gt;paulynn n i discussed before.&lt;br /&gt;that group of guys cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;alex always tell paulynn how important she is.&lt;br /&gt;but his actions don't show.&lt;br /&gt;fri he book out, he joins junhao n guys for drinking.&lt;br /&gt;sat meet them to play mj and stuff n expect paulynn to hang along.&lt;br /&gt;sun he needs to go to grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;paulynn n i shared the same views.&lt;br /&gt;if we're really tt important,&lt;br /&gt;then the time allocated wouldn't be this way.&lt;br /&gt;so if he follows that way, he won't be the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe,&lt;br /&gt;friends can be a lifetime, but not all time (at all times)&lt;br /&gt;your partner (the one u believe is your the other half) would be lifetime and all time,&lt;br /&gt;because that person would be the closest one in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall see when he enters ns then...&lt;br /&gt;but now, ha!&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously lost.&lt;br /&gt;what can i do for now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! i forgot today is our anni.&lt;br /&gt;well done. i bet he've forgotten too.&lt;br /&gt;anni so what?&lt;br /&gt;quarrel also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he saw me n him quarreling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but yet, he still can go enjoying with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;instead of asking him to settle the argument with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;diff people, diff views then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tts all i can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-411910242768475021?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R7p6PkYamGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RtxIKo8X4BY/s72-c/P2140692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-1200731274863904640</id><published>2008-02-17T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:44:54.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14feb: sch as usual. chatted with paulynn for an hour plus. ha! then i rushed home, ate my mac while booked the ticks online. so rushing because i haven't even change yet. changed then rushed down to buona vista. he came to pick me up in uncle lim's cab. guess where we went?! sentosa! ha! Rasa sentosa resort.. reserved the table at 7.30pm but we were too early!!! we were there about 6+pm. faints... so we played table tennis. we were lucky enough to find two bats and the table tennis ball. ha! he was worst than me. really. ha! then we went to play the arcade. wth~ actually he played only. faints~ he surprised me with another gift. raoul clutch. that time we went out with shunrong and gf. went into raoul, said it was nice. he went back the next day to buy it. ha! lied to me still ah... stil say he was at home. finally we went in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two menu; $145++ per pax or $230++ i think per couple. he chose the per pax because there were more dishes. faints~&lt;br /&gt;really fine dinning. my god.&lt;br /&gt;i was so lost. 3 different knives and 2 types of forks. which for which? ha!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow use la... can eat can already lorz...&lt;br /&gt;the price is scary sia...&lt;br /&gt;the bill was $371... i was in shocked eh~ seriously...&lt;br /&gt;the meal, we ate lots of weird stuff. ha!&lt;br /&gt;raw tuna salad, goose liver which none of us know how to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;we find the taste of it was gross. ha!&lt;br /&gt;before the last dish, we were bloated already.&lt;br /&gt;although the portion for each was small, but it was damn filling.&lt;br /&gt;at the last dish, the dessert, i almost died of bloatedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! forgot to add that there were 4 musicians who played and sang us a song.&lt;br /&gt;so shy~ seriously...&lt;br /&gt;but they were good. though they played different instruments, but each of them can sing!&lt;br /&gt;amazingly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, uncle lim's friend came to pick us up at 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to cine for the cj7 movie at 9.40pm. LOL&lt;br /&gt;obviously we were late.&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, uncle lim picked us up and sent us home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiest day...&lt;br /&gt;best v day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;he spent SOOOOO much for this v day,&lt;br /&gt;but all i gave him was a handmade laminated A4 thingy...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic uploaded soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-1200731274863904640?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1200731274863904640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=1200731274863904640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1200731274863904640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/1200731274863904640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/14feb-sch-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-6764002184131971186</id><published>2008-02-13T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:17:32.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R7L750Yal7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/mRI7HRC-58k/s1600-h/P2130681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166468693279545266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R7L750Yal7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/mRI7HRC-58k/s320/P2130681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this pic, main purpose is not to show the flowers but to complain why my face is so fat!!! shit... how to slim down my face sia... the face-roller effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R7L7v0Yal6I/AAAAAAAAAV8/lBJOJ-wgd1U/s1600-h/P2130679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166468521480853410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R7L7v0Yal6I/AAAAAAAAAV8/lBJOJ-wgd1U/s320/P2130679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this pic, seems like i've got short hair right?! looks not bad eh... wahaha... can try someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R7L7lEYal5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/vLldeTa5e9s/s1600-h/P2130673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166468336797259666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R7L7lEYal5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/vLldeTa5e9s/s320/P2130673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this pic, hmmm... like that lorz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R7L65kYal4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/jnkGpf0qJmA/s1600-h/P2130667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166467589472950146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R7L65kYal4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/jnkGpf0qJmA/s320/P2130667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. he gave me a surprise by delivering the flowers to my house. ha!&lt;br /&gt;there was a smalll incident and i ended up with a laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, the flowers were from another outlet of joc's cousin's shop.&lt;br /&gt;complained to her and she explained.&lt;br /&gt;do not buy flowers on v day. so ex. killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like flowers but don't really like to receive flowers.&lt;br /&gt;cuz after receiving it and admiring it,&lt;br /&gt;you'll only get to see it wilter and dry off...&lt;br /&gt;kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really love that bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;12 white roses nicely wrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i like the most is the wrapper. ha!&lt;br /&gt;cuz it has small little beads or whatsoever on the wrapper that act as fake water droplets, i think.&lt;br /&gt;there was a box of belgian chocs as well...&lt;br /&gt;thanks dar...&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's time to complain about him!!!&lt;br /&gt;he said i could take uncle lim's cab tmr cuz he arranged with him le.&lt;br /&gt;i said,' huh? take his cab for? arrange for wad sia?&lt;br /&gt;he said book him la. taking his cab to n fro lo. dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i said idiot. call ur gf dumb.&lt;br /&gt;he said ya dumb and idiot.&lt;br /&gt;whr got this type of bf one sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ask him to guess wad i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;i said i was taking pics of the flowers and i myself.&lt;br /&gt;guess what he said. ' ha ha. er xin.'&lt;br /&gt;wha lao! whr got bf like that say the gf one sia!&lt;br /&gt;i said sian. duno y i fall for u oso.&lt;br /&gt;u know what's his reply? ' cuz i handsome lo. ha ha. coz i good lo. coz i caring lo. ha ha'&lt;br /&gt;i said,' wha lao eh! can u be modest anot huh and stop lying to urself la! brand new yr still lie to urself. skin so thick. bullet oso cannot fly tru lorz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna faint liao la...&lt;br /&gt;other couples msg sweet sweet one.&lt;br /&gt;ours lei,&lt;br /&gt;full of crap one sia.&lt;br /&gt;ta bu lei ta han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3.&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/4110803391208658538-6764002184131971186?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6764002184131971186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=6764002184131971186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6764002184131971186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6764002184131971186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-pic-main-purpose-is-not-to-show.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R7L750Yal7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/mRI7HRC-58k/s72-c/P2130681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-4753246025920149588</id><published>2008-02-13T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:12:14.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i was quite unhappy with some matters early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;oh welll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i received an unknown no. asking for monda or something,&lt;br /&gt;so i said wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;then he called again and asked for ms lim. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;he said he was from flower shop and was asking where i stay.&lt;br /&gt;my place really that wulu mehz?&lt;br /&gt;i said simpang bedok, he still ask near where. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, still remember that two christmas candy canes i brought to school?&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know they were from who sia...&lt;br /&gt;unknown items and we all ate it.&lt;br /&gt;so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;nothing went wrong...&lt;br /&gt;not many know my address, but still, clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-4753246025920149588?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4753246025920149588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=4753246025920149588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4753246025920149588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/4753246025920149588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-207126203520847383</id><published>2008-02-10T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:35:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this year will be a busy year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my that round cousin (LOL!),&lt;br /&gt;his birthday is on v day! ha!&lt;br /&gt;but they will be celebrating on the 17feb.&lt;br /&gt;so dinner near their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll be entering ns,&lt;br /&gt;june or july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be graduating officially in may i think.&lt;br /&gt;finishes school in 26feb, my last exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;start working or continuing schooling?&lt;br /&gt;both parents keep asking me to continue. faints~&lt;br /&gt;see how then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;1st march gown fitting session.&lt;br /&gt;ROM in may.&lt;br /&gt;wedding dinner in Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest cousin, wilmond yang's 21st birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;birthday party at my place i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fast...&lt;br /&gt;this year, i'll be hitting 20 already!&lt;br /&gt;my goodness....&lt;br /&gt;sounds so old.&lt;br /&gt;the difference between a teen and a twen.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ok,&lt;br /&gt;so long i look younger than my age!&lt;br /&gt;ha! that's the most important thing for a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany &amp;amp; co,&lt;br /&gt;every girl's dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suzuki swift,&lt;br /&gt;my dream car...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-207126203520847383?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/207126203520847383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=207126203520847383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/207126203520847383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/207126203520847383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-year-will-be-busy-year-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-8668431767607316839</id><published>2008-02-10T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:27:14.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the truth:&lt;br /&gt;he did go to their place for awhile before heading home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;finally replied me at 6+pm.&lt;br /&gt;said he would reach at 7.30pm but ended reaching at 7.55pm.&lt;br /&gt;he was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a busy chinese new year for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eve, 6feb: after reunion at my grandma's place, went to meet him at his place. then went down to tiong bahru plaza to watch a 11.10pm movie, kung fu dunk. and guess what he did? at 12midnight, he started wishing each of us happy cny during the movie. -_-. then we headed down to chinatown. it was people mountain people sea. after which, i headed back home while he went to his friend's place to gamble. faints~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chu yi, 7feb: visiting at my grandma's place in the morning. finished about 1pm and so. guess what? he was still sleeping. so ended up going to his place 1st. then we headed down to the big uncle's house at 4+pm. so late sia... not my family practice. 2pm we already count as late already. anyway, poor me, had my brench at 11+am and waited all the way to 7+pm for my dinner. goodness. a whole table of food. stayed there till 11pm and went to the cousin's place to do nothing. faints. at 12+am then i started heading home. and once again, he went to his friend's place to gamble. faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chu er, 8feb: guests came late. stayed till 2+pm. we rushed to prepare and headed to my ah ma's place at 4pm. lots of aunties and uncles as usual. this year was quite different. my cousins and uncles actually started playing mahjong. LOL. as for me, nothing to do except staying in the room and listened to those aunties' gossips. ha! stayed till 10+pm before our dearest cousin, wilmong yang drove us around the carpark. ha! he just passed and that's why my bro and i both sat behind. no one dared to sit infront. and we kept laughing at him when he started reversing to park. LOL. headed home. soooo tired. he was at kukop and gambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chu san, 9feb: this was the most relax day of all. nothing much, except waited for him to visit my place. waited with him outside the bus stop for 1hr and we started to realise we were like those indians opposite of the road, sitting by the grass patch and doing nothing. LOL. anyway, waited for eric to pick him up before he went to his friend's place to gamble. faints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chu si, 10feb: busy day. woke up early to visit the joo chiat temple, our usual temple. people mountain people sea. LOL. as u know, i'm very pandang one. every year, no matter whether got fan tai tsui, sure have to pray. LOL. anyway, this year rabbit, goat, horse, rat and rooster fan tai tsui. then came home rest awhile before preparing again to visit my mum's cousin's house warming. faints... picked my grandma and aunt before going down. then my dad suddenly received a call from my brother saying our guests arrived at our house already. LOL! then we faster rushed back home. they left at 5pm. busy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidetrack a little...&lt;br /&gt;just realised religious matters do clash.&lt;br /&gt;our tradition for those who fan tai tsui; have to visit the temple and pray and the person will pray for you and chop on the shirt. you got to wear the shirt for awhile i guess.&lt;br /&gt;told my brother and he actually said,' don't bother, i won't wear it.'&lt;br /&gt;to me, when he said that, i just feel like giving a slap across his face, seriously. damn f* rude.&lt;br /&gt;he's a christian while the rest of us are buddhist.&lt;br /&gt;came home, asked him to wear even awhile, he also don't want.&lt;br /&gt;i soooo wanna slap him, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my small cousin gave me a shock when she opened the door. she was wearing all hot pink!&lt;br /&gt;my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;pink halter with a black tube inside, pink bubble skirt, pink tights and pink shoes.&lt;br /&gt;all in HOT PINK. omg.&lt;br /&gt;her mum's dressing still better than hers.&lt;br /&gt;my another small cousin,&lt;br /&gt;as round as a ball, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;his tummy is like god of fortune, so round and&lt;br /&gt;just like those people at the temple, they like to rub his tummy for good luck.&lt;br /&gt;so my uncle did the same to that cousin. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i think he can just roll down the stairs like a ball.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another post coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-8668431767607316839?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8668431767607316839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=8668431767607316839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8668431767607316839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/8668431767607316839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/truth-he-did-go-to-their-place-for.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-9148189413387965495</id><published>2008-02-09T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:51:13.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he went to kukop yesterday with his soccer mates and families' members.&lt;br /&gt;he came back today about 2.30pm at the custom.&lt;br /&gt;he was supposed to pay a visit to my house after he reaches singapore.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what he told me?&lt;br /&gt;he'll be coming to my house in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;not because he was going home to rest 1st then come.&lt;br /&gt;but he's going to their house to gamble and play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i got no comments.&lt;br /&gt;or rather i'm too pissed off till i can say nothing except expressing through tears of anger.&lt;br /&gt;my tears just kept rolling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who does visiting at the evening?&lt;br /&gt;come and eat a meal then sit awhile then go?&lt;br /&gt;if so, i shouldn't have wasted 9hours at his cousin's place and 3 hours at his place before going to his cousin's place.&lt;br /&gt;i should have just went at 8pm, just nice for dinner and left at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;just imagine on chu yi, i ate at 11+am at my grandma's place and i waited all the way till 8pm for my dinner at his cousin's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel secure anymore seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i did send him a msg saying that i'm very pissed now and dun msg me le and etc.&lt;br /&gt;if he still comes in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;i think it really says it all.&lt;br /&gt;then this will be the last visiting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, i think it's a basic respect to visit in the afternoon at least and not in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;but what's more is since he knows i'm really pissed off and yet stil coming in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;i don't think he's the one for me then.&lt;br /&gt;like i always say, actions talk louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;that action will show that i'm not his top priority but rather, entertainment and play are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambling and playing soccer are more important than visiting my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year busy year for me.&lt;br /&gt;cousin is getting married in sept for the wedding dinner and i'm one of her sister.&lt;br /&gt;congrats!!!&lt;br /&gt;she said she left a place for him.&lt;br /&gt;still long then...&lt;br /&gt;hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's quite obvious i really don't feel secure and have much confidence already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have the feeling that he'll come in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;counting down...&lt;br /&gt;to the revealing of the truth....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-9148189413387965495?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9148189413387965495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=9148189413387965495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/9148189413387965495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/9148189413387965495'/><link rel='alternate' 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LOL</title><content type='html'>ms chan saw kat and i playin viwawa,&lt;br /&gt;and she came to my side and said that i don't look like those who play mj.&lt;br /&gt;haha! true enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat: went to serangoon stadium for his soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;in school, there's one to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;at his soccer side, there's another to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;wth~ and seriously, i'm not one who get pissed off easily.&lt;br /&gt;i don't show my att unless that person deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came. they played viwawa yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;she said there was a guest player.&lt;br /&gt;delvin's ex, amelia ong.&lt;br /&gt;infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;1st pissed off moment.&lt;br /&gt;ta bu hui zhuo ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i took it quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;but they talked about it again.&lt;br /&gt;then don't know who said it was kenneth's mistress and they were joking around.&lt;br /&gt;ok admit this fact. women are sensitive creature. they may act blur but they know what's happening. i pretended that i didn't know what they were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;it's v insensible for a person to be talking about someone else's ex infront of the current stead.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't blame kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;because he was obviously trying to avoid mentioning about amelia being delvin's ex.&lt;br /&gt;all he did was laughing and smiling away with them.&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate it but the insensible kids still don't realise that.&lt;br /&gt;2nd time i met this type of thing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why people are so insensible.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that my friends aren't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd matter which she pissed me off;&lt;br /&gt;weiming's mum offered coconut sweets to us.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot and asked if it was sour plum.&lt;br /&gt;she said no and it's coconut.&lt;br /&gt;it was the sweet she previously offered to us during the previous match as well.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what she said&lt;br /&gt;' you eat first then tell me whether nice anot.'&lt;br /&gt;i was pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;in my mind i was thinking,' hello, i ain't your guinea pig for god's sake and are you deaf? the aunt told us it's coconut sweet that we ate before. wtf.'&lt;br /&gt;when she told me that, i was irritated and got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;so i said in a very irritated way,' we eat before one la!'&lt;br /&gt;then she diam diam and from then on, i didn't talk to her at all.&lt;br /&gt;that's why she move over to the other side to see photos. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;she's funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;1st time i see people study ah, is not reading notes but the textbook. -_-&lt;br /&gt;ain't the lect notes the key points to what you should study instead of reading the whole textbook? faints~ she's hardworking then. [ oh pls... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big matter happened during the soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;glen, a very small cute boy, lost his dad's car key.&lt;br /&gt;well done.&lt;br /&gt;everyone searched for high and low for the car key.&lt;br /&gt;but i was very amazed by the way his dad beat and whack that small little boy.&lt;br /&gt;it was horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, if i'm the mum and i see my husband whacking my kid this way,&lt;br /&gt;i'll whack him back.&lt;br /&gt;he literally pulled glen out of the car by his shirt and by his hand or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;then he started whacking him, slapped him and pushed him.&lt;br /&gt;ok i know he's real pissed off cuz his son lost the car key but still, haiyo~&lt;br /&gt;anyway, glen hid the car key inside his power ranger bag. faints~&lt;br /&gt;i even searched his sister's bag and all the bags infront except his power ranger bag.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she got scolded by the father for allowing glen to take the car key. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;for one moment, i was kind of happy. ha! not that i'm real mean. BUT YA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the crazy bunch of soccer players decided to visit those cementries. faints.&lt;br /&gt;went to lim choa kang. passed by the 1st chinese cementry, at the entrance, there were offerings on the floor. it was erie.&lt;br /&gt;passed by muslim and christian and we didn't want to disturb them.&lt;br /&gt;so uncle vincent brought us to the jewish and etc to try it out 1st.&lt;br /&gt;we turned in and at the entrance, ebenzer doesn't feel right so we left.&lt;br /&gt;this kind of thing ah, it's no joke seriously.&lt;br /&gt;thank god we didn't explore but went to other dark places as well like the adventure camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, we went prawning. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;we reach at 2+am. ha!&lt;br /&gt;met his pri sch mates.&lt;br /&gt;prawning seems fun when you caught some prawns.&lt;br /&gt;i've got no luck with prawns.&lt;br /&gt;tried twice and i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;at least i get to enjoy 2 big fat prawns still. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! we went to pasir ris farmway 3.&lt;br /&gt;and we had to walk all the way out!!!&lt;br /&gt;by the time we walked out, took the cab,&lt;br /&gt;we reached home about 7+am i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy bf, crazy me.&lt;br /&gt;that's the conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 1st time exploring the cementry.&lt;br /&gt;my 1st time prawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for chinese new year!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for cny eve: watching jay chou's movie at night. after which, visiting chinatown! budget~ LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-777168856325134089?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/777168856325134089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=777168856325134089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/777168856325134089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/777168856325134089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/lengthy-post-again-lol.html' title='lengthy post again. LOL'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7786688761969799231</id><published>2008-02-03T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:28:08.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fri: SHE once again, never fails to pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;ms chan really explained to us in DETAILS and we all got the pic,&lt;br /&gt;except HER.&lt;br /&gt;she asked the same qns again and then once again,&lt;br /&gt;ms chan had to explain the same thing in a way&lt;br /&gt;like as if we're noobs for the proj.&lt;br /&gt;WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;wasted the time asking senseless question.&lt;br /&gt;why does she has to understand anyway?&lt;br /&gt;most of the things are done by us anyway...&lt;br /&gt;there's this part on the store manual and evaluate and critique right,&lt;br /&gt;we took about the store manual part thinking it'll evaluate.&lt;br /&gt;there's a small part on briefing which she gave us but we didn't include.&lt;br /&gt;then she asked us why delete.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if you were part of the whole project process,&lt;br /&gt;you would have known why we deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the leader.&lt;br /&gt;but you were a useless one.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;can't even ask you to delegate us the work.&lt;br /&gt;consolidation and editing done by kat.&lt;br /&gt;you were just answering our question because you once worked there before.&lt;br /&gt;you just did some editing on our part at the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;but after which, what were the main parts that you've done, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;thank god everything will be over on mon, 12pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7786688761969799231?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7786688761969799231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7786688761969799231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7786688761969799231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7786688761969799231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/fri-she-once-again-never-fails-to.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5368214515338171334</id><published>2008-01-31T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:12:19.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long post</title><content type='html'>ok. once again, i've got things to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, she never fails to piss me off, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;finally all presentations and projects are over except for RSO.&lt;br /&gt;so we stayed back to rush on RSO, hoping to finish it by tmr so that we do not have to come back on friday to do. hopefully ah~&lt;br /&gt;shamin and i didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;so we asked our dearest group leader, her, what can we do.&lt;br /&gt;she actually answered this 'don't ask me what you guys should do. i'm not good at delegating the work ah. just ask me questions then i answer.'&lt;br /&gt;ok. is really wtf. she's the group leader and she actually said that.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, kat delegated the work. WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really doubt what have she done so far, seriously for RSO.&lt;br /&gt;besides editing out work to be in terms of departmental store, what other parts have she done?&lt;br /&gt;she's just basically answering our questions because she worked in PRL before.&lt;br /&gt;and you know how she compile our work?&lt;br /&gt;she just merely copy and paste, withouth reading and editing our work.&lt;br /&gt;WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;she's lucky enough that there's no peer evaluation for RSO or RP2.&lt;br /&gt;if not she'll die even worst than the previous 2 peer evaluations.&lt;br /&gt;omg. she's really getting onto my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;lets see tmr how it goes then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digress for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just feel that,&lt;br /&gt;to guys, or rather majority of them, girlfriends aren't their top priority.&lt;br /&gt;but to the girls, 99% of them, boyfriends are their top priority.&lt;br /&gt;why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;why are ladies so foolish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that in a relationship, we should try to balance everything,&lt;br /&gt;including treatments and priority.&lt;br /&gt;why bother putting in so much effort when the other may just be putting a low % of effort?&lt;br /&gt;that isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;there's a saying that says 'higher hopes, greater disappointment'&lt;br /&gt;by putting in more efforts, you're putting in more hopes as well.&lt;br /&gt;you hope to receive almost the same or equal amount of effort as you've put in.&lt;br /&gt;isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but to say, i believe the phrase 'an eye for an eye'&lt;br /&gt;i believe that you should always judge how much effort your partner is putting in.&lt;br /&gt;like i've said and believe, usually the girls will be putting in more effort as compared to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn't worth that much, then don't bother putting in that much.&lt;br /&gt;if he knows you're putting in that much and don't even bother appreciating or returning, then forget it.&lt;br /&gt;there's always someone else in somewhere who knows how to appreciate you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, i see how much efforts my partner puts in.&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn't make an effort, i won't as well.&lt;br /&gt;why should one party be always the one making the effort?&lt;br /&gt;the other should take the initiative as well.&lt;br /&gt;even small little matters like msging, also matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every little or single action, you can see the effort and how much the other party treasures you.&lt;br /&gt;as actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;remember that.&lt;br /&gt;why say so much but do none or so little?&lt;br /&gt;like that who doesn't know how to say, right?&lt;br /&gt;through actions, we feel the love, the effort and how much we're being appreciated and treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past, i used to be rather sticky.&lt;br /&gt;always wanting to msg the other party,&lt;br /&gt;that resulted in the high amount of bills.&lt;br /&gt;always initiating to meet and etc.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i'm more relax.&lt;br /&gt;to me i guess it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;but to others, their partners might think that they have changed or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a relationship, make yourself as comfortable as possible.&lt;br /&gt;that's the way it should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt to take things easy.&lt;br /&gt;somethings i don't bother already.&lt;br /&gt;somethings i just take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;things can be just so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;just go easy then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;future?&lt;br /&gt;no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;no one can predict.&lt;br /&gt;what you've planned today,&lt;br /&gt;might not work for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;a plan is just to give you a direction.&lt;br /&gt;but may not be the route that you'll take in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days to cny,&lt;br /&gt;14 more days to v day,&lt;br /&gt;26 more days to end of exams,&lt;br /&gt;as well as freedom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time really passes this fast...&lt;br /&gt;treasure time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5368214515338171334?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5368214515338171334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=5368214515338171334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5368214515338171334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5368214515338171334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-post.html' title='long post'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3542243074693199649</id><published>2008-01-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:54:11.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok bad day today.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know the cyst in my ear was actually a cyst.&lt;br /&gt;i told it was because of heaty that's why it was swollen,&lt;br /&gt;and would subside by itself.&lt;br /&gt;but it grow bigger today.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to see the doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doc says i'm suay because normally it's elsewhere of the body or the ear lope.&lt;br /&gt;but mine was at the back of the ear and it's near my soft bone, which was very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;but he said i was lucky enough to get it remove at this size before it grows any bigger.&lt;br /&gt;so am i lucky or suay?&lt;br /&gt;contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on high dosage of antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;hoping it'll speed the recovery of the wound and stop the infection from spreading any further.&lt;br /&gt;it can get as serious as admitting into the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;so, these few days are most crucial.&lt;br /&gt;normal medication, 2 times of antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on 3 times dosage, plus gastri pills for the strong acidic in my tummy and pain killers.&lt;br /&gt;wow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to redress my wounds on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;was given 2 days mc but of no use because next two days i've got presentations?&lt;br /&gt;well done.&lt;br /&gt;if the recovery is slow, the doc might have to stitch it up for me.&lt;br /&gt;he said thank god it's at the back of the ear,&lt;br /&gt;so even if there's a scar, it won't be obvious.&lt;br /&gt;oh welllll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day today...&lt;br /&gt;actually, i had that cyst for maybe 1-2years already?&lt;br /&gt;ever since i started piercing there, there has been a lump already.&lt;br /&gt;but the doc said it might not be because of piercing.&lt;br /&gt;no one knows the real reason.&lt;br /&gt;faints~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so meanwhile, you'll see a weird left ear...&lt;br /&gt;ha! hopefully it'll recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;bless me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the process of operations,&lt;br /&gt;minutes means like years to me.&lt;br /&gt;i was shivering in pain and coldness.&lt;br /&gt;the injection was the most painful part.&lt;br /&gt;after which, it was all about the pressing and squeezing out of the cyst i think.&lt;br /&gt;blood gushing out non stop because there's a hole...&lt;br /&gt;i think he used some laser thingy because my ear had that burning sensation&lt;br /&gt;and as mins pass, the burning sensation became stronger and more painful.&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is, you had no one with you except the doc.&lt;br /&gt;all alone in the operation room.&lt;br /&gt;you can never imagine the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just imagine, you just wanted to see the doc,&lt;br /&gt;who knows you have to do an operation immediately.&lt;br /&gt;i was in shocked.&lt;br /&gt;after the operation, the pain was bearable but the fear got my eyes to tear uncontrollingly.&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted to do is to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-3542243074693199649?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7398854878033531624</id><published>2008-01-24T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:50:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah... no school today. stayed at home and rest to make up for my lack of rest for the past few nights thanks to those damn proj submissions.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night, the twins, wilson and wilkin and wilkin's gf came over to my place with him.&lt;br /&gt;their intention was to play monopoly. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;but ended up, the guys played PS2 while e girl used my dad's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;me? doing project and waitin for them to start the monopoly game.&lt;br /&gt;walked out to simpang to eat, as usual~&lt;br /&gt;sorry but to say i don't understand why people want to become vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;meat is so yummylicious man~&lt;br /&gt;especially chicken! LOL. my favourite...&lt;br /&gt;anywya, wilkin's gf is a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;not because of parents but she wanted to be one. weird~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they left at 7am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;no idea why so early. maybe work and etc.&lt;br /&gt;i just had my 1st meal at 4plus thanks to delvin ng who kept playin the PS2.&lt;br /&gt;grocery shopping was love~ ha!&lt;br /&gt;lots of cny goodies man...&lt;br /&gt;man... that means time to put on weight!&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh welllll.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: dar, we very long didn't watch movie already lei&lt;br /&gt;him: no show to watch what&lt;br /&gt;me: don't lie lorz. you don't wanna watch with me right?&lt;br /&gt;him: how you know?&lt;br /&gt;me: then what you doing here? get lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how a couple talks...&lt;br /&gt;haha! so lovely dovey RIGHT? LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were walking out in the basement,&lt;br /&gt;we kept tryin to make the other to bang against the car and the pillar.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how a couple walks together...&lt;br /&gt;so en ai lorz... ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this couple is so irritating man...&lt;br /&gt;bth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! we went to eat pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;each ate 3 wings, a bowl of soup, a slice of pizza and ice lemon.&lt;br /&gt;that's all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;1st meal that's why.&lt;br /&gt;6 slices of pizza, ate 2 slices only.&lt;br /&gt;packet the rest home. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's our supper then. budget budget~&lt;br /&gt;we're soooo poooorrrr thing.&lt;br /&gt;my bank only left 2 digits!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sian... 50bucks.&lt;br /&gt;now, i want to get a top,&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta consider lots of times man.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get a top for 35.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be left with 15&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get a top for 20.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be left with 30&lt;br /&gt;fuck up sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time spent money faster than running water,&lt;br /&gt;now, spent money slower than a tortise walking.&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;cny pls save me ah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! nowadays ah, the aunties getting more hip sia.&lt;br /&gt;lol. think on sunday, we went to a friend's place.&lt;br /&gt;then the friend's mum is so hip la!&lt;br /&gt;she has facebook and uses msn!!!&lt;br /&gt;my mum don't even know what's that.&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is the son doesnt even have facebook. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;cool sia the mum!&lt;br /&gt;she dances too! next time i wanna be like her.&lt;br /&gt;more hip than my children. cool man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you observe carefully, nowadays the aunties also wear the same style as us!&lt;br /&gt;dress with leggings.&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel man?&lt;br /&gt;i mean if you were to wear the same style as the aunty standing beside you?&lt;br /&gt;how will you feel?&lt;br /&gt;if i'm the aunty, i'll feel proud.&lt;br /&gt;but if i'm the one, hmmmm.... mixed feelings then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh welllll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav phrase 'lame piece of shit'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7398854878033531624?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7398854878033531624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7398854878033531624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7398854878033531624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7398854878033531624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3684408426974190938</id><published>2008-01-23T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:00:49.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, nic and i stayed all the way till 10.30pm. left school at 10.45pm. WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;some people just have to piss me off once again.&lt;br /&gt;here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;as usual, pointing the finger at ONE PARTICULAR GROUPMATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked her to come at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;no sign, no news till like 12+ that she's printing the references in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;1+ still no sign of her. we FINALLY met her in class at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;took like 4 damn hours to print the stack of references! wow!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know she has to cut the trees and makes those paper.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder took so damn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's the best thing that EVER happens?&lt;br /&gt;the pics she printed, the colours were horrible.&lt;br /&gt;some cartridge ran out of ink or smth.&lt;br /&gt;SHE didn't even bother to notify the lab technicians and printed out those sheets of pics.&lt;br /&gt;then she pass her to us and we were like wtf? how to pass them to roche?&lt;br /&gt;kat told her she could find the technician but she kept silent that's all.&lt;br /&gt;you know at that point of time, i seriously want her dead.&lt;br /&gt;we don't even dare to ask her to help in our project already and all we ASK is to print those damn references and that's what we get.&lt;br /&gt;so what does that reflect on her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh... here comes the most interesting part.&lt;br /&gt;nic moved the pics into her thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;she deleted them.&lt;br /&gt;she DELEDTED THEM?!?! when the pics printed out are in this state and what's the hurry when the proj is NOT OFFICIALLY over yet.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, NO COMMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all she thinks of is to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;lets see for the RSO project that she's in charge of then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week, 2 presentations and one proj sub.&lt;br /&gt;no time to go out at all during the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;the time i have will be for sleeping that's all.&lt;br /&gt;lifeless period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-3684408426974190938?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3684408426974190938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=3684408426974190938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3684408426974190938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3684408426974190938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/once-again-nic-and-i-stayed-all-way.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7331483645457097227</id><published>2008-01-22T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:14:33.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh.&lt;br /&gt;today, shamin,nic and i stayed till 10pm in school to do proj.&lt;br /&gt;kat left at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;whatever for?&lt;br /&gt;to rush the damn projects!!!&lt;br /&gt;sianzation and stress-iation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two projs deadline this week.&lt;br /&gt;next week, another proj sub plus presentations.&lt;br /&gt;WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;just like shamin's nick,&lt;br /&gt;can hardly breathe man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 5am yst.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;stayed till school all the way till 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;came home had dinner and here i am...&lt;br /&gt;taking a breather before continuing the project.&lt;br /&gt;nicole is real stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! u must be thinking what about shiying and kris?&lt;br /&gt;we didn ask them to stay.&lt;br /&gt;actually it's nic n i only to rush strat mark while shamin n kat concentrate on entre.&lt;br /&gt;but they stayed to do editing and etc.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that two, we saved up some trouble.&lt;br /&gt;if they're here, might have to redo or touch up their work.&lt;br /&gt;so..... double work it is.&lt;br /&gt;and what's more, that person might not want to stay till late.&lt;br /&gt;i rather ask her to stay out than to see her black face wanting to go home.&lt;br /&gt;pissed me off only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know, once everything is over,&lt;br /&gt;we're soooo gonna miss it.&lt;br /&gt;miss how we rush our projs, staying back till late and working together as a team...&lt;br /&gt;oh mannnnnn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[- contradiction -]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current situation: dying soon. lacking of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of those damn rushing proj datelines,&lt;br /&gt;i can only meet him like on the weekends...&lt;br /&gt;ha! preparing for his NS days...&lt;br /&gt;that's quite good too.&lt;br /&gt;slowly getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need lots and lots and lots of sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like reading female and bazaar magazines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7331483645457097227?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7331483645457097227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7331483645457097227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7331483645457097227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7331483645457097227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7513097150986269440</id><published>2008-01-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:53:18.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i enjoyed the day, even though it's napfa test.&lt;br /&gt;napfa test sucks to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happenings of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 1st station at the incline pull-up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;as you guys know, i kp quite alot. LOL. no choice.&lt;br /&gt;i was really dying during the incline pull up. ha!&lt;br /&gt;i shouted," i'm dying already!!!" and " i die already la!!! fuck!" when i was doing it.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;when i finished and got up, i turned and guess who i saw?!&lt;br /&gt;ms irene chan and our dearest course manager, geoffrey da silva!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ms irene chan was laughin to the max man about me saying , " i'm dying already!!!"&lt;br /&gt;i swear she was laughin NON-STOP and so was the course manager!&lt;br /&gt;so PAI SEH you know. PAI SEH. P-A-I   S-E-H!!!&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i think 2nd or 3rd station at the shuttle run. my goodness gracious me~&lt;br /&gt;i fell down. yes. all thanks to the slippery track and my non-friction converse canvas shoes.&lt;br /&gt;how did i fall? i turned and pushed, with no friction, yes i fell.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness only my palm and side of the leg got slight scratches. phew~&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i bargained with the person and i was allowed to retake after i completed the other items. LOL. at least won't be that pai seh you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) at the sit up station.&lt;br /&gt;i partnered with this er... malay guy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;his hair was those puffy ones. faints~&lt;br /&gt;so whenever he did one, (he used tonnes of strength) his hair will fly to the front!&lt;br /&gt;that was where my face was at. WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta turn away but still could smell his hair and tried holding tight to his feet and counting at the same time. man.&lt;br /&gt;the last few situps, he used even more strength until i was going up and down, pressing on his feet. and he didnt help me in my situps. damn! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) 2.4km station.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, this station sucks the most!!! oh man...&lt;br /&gt;just 3 years without exercising, i've deproved so muchie!!!&lt;br /&gt;i almost died on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;thank to winsor, the trainer, he jogged back with me. haha!&lt;br /&gt;he's my friend. don't mistaken,  unlike what mr allen roche did. faints~&lt;br /&gt;our whole group failed the 2.4km station! weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;so, what do we even bother to pass the 5 items when we failed this one?&lt;br /&gt;damn! they should let us take the 2.4km 1st. if we fail, then why still bother to ask us take the rest when our napfa will be graded as fail in the end man. waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;and ms irene chan cheated my feelings. she said this napfa test will be completed in an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what? it was from 3-7pm. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;gotta keep waiting here and there and wasted so much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i msg, saying i fell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you called, you didn't ask about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i told you, you said i was lousy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. i still can take that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you didn't even show the slightest concern by asking how badly did i injure myself and etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you didn't ask about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i msg you saying ' dar, you not caring de lorz...msg u say i fell down. call oso didn ask abt it. tell u den u only say i lousy. didn even ask how badly i injured or wad de...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you replied was,' ha ha. lousy la. ha ha. how u fall'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i replied,' i already sae until like tt already... you still sae me lousy n stuff...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to me, i taut you'll be more anxious abt my injuries instead...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm a very extreme person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm usually the optimistic one. no stress no worries..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that's a problem as well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i meet one, i'll start thinking about it non-stop till i get very pessimistic about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can just stand still, think about it till i tear or whatsoever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think real deep and maybe too much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that's me when i'm really pessimistic about something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i start to think, i know you're not the caring type. but i need a bf who is. at least concern when i'm sick or injured. but how can we compromise on that then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's when i ever questioned you if you'll be able to take care of me in future? would you know how to if i were to fall sick and stuff? would you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i'm having mens cramp, you just laughed at me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i said i'm injured, you laughed at me as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmmmm....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh wellllll....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ just hang up the phone. you can't even hear that i'm not my usual self.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7513097150986269440?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7513097150986269440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7513097150986269440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7513097150986269440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7513097150986269440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-enjoyed-day-even-though-its-napfa.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5329216570596366749</id><published>2008-01-16T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:05:43.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;i've a confession to make. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;today at the library, 8ve level,&lt;br /&gt;i was studyin at one of the desk.&lt;br /&gt;put my legs on the table and tried something funny.&lt;br /&gt;i used my big toe, oh, i can switch off the table light.&lt;br /&gt;2nd toe, also can.&lt;br /&gt;but 3rd toe cannot!&lt;br /&gt;so, it didn't have enough strength to switch it off. so the switch went to the middle and guess what? it tripped the electricity.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;my table was not the only one!&lt;br /&gt;the whole row got tripped as well.&lt;br /&gt;not only my row, the back row got tripped as well! LOL&lt;br /&gt;so in total, 8 desks got tripped. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;ssssssshhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;super high sia~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, strategic marketing paper sucks to the core.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder he's the CM.&lt;br /&gt;standard confirm like CM's.&lt;br /&gt;er... i also not sure what that means but ya.&lt;br /&gt;it's because he's the CM.&lt;br /&gt;so wanna show us the CM's standard. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooooo gonna fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr napfa test. lame piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;no idea why i'm taking it but ya, i'm gonna take it.&lt;br /&gt;whatever for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri last paper! retail practice 2!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, it's gonna be easy.&lt;br /&gt;jeff ho's standard?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... crappy? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;after paper, it'll be freedom!&lt;br /&gt;for a day? then have to chiong the damn projects.&lt;br /&gt;whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon, i'll be graduating.&lt;br /&gt;guess what? my parents asked what i will be doing after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;i said work.&lt;br /&gt;they said, ok no more allowance and instead, you'll be giving us $100 allowance each and for each week's allowance, just like what i gave you.&lt;br /&gt;wth~&lt;br /&gt;they gave me a $100. now i have to give $200. wth~&lt;br /&gt;child abuse!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;online shopping habit is back.&lt;br /&gt;oh noooooo~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 more days to 5 months' anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so fast so fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks for all the good luck wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;glad you remembered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't wait to see you on friday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5329216570596366749?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5329216570596366749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=5329216570596366749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5329216570596366749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5329216570596366749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok_16.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-9170251386095734409</id><published>2008-01-14T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:31:45.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no time no time.&lt;br /&gt;that's my conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;been busy with individual journals and projects.&lt;br /&gt;fuck up school system.&lt;br /&gt;after individual journals,&lt;br /&gt;it's mid sem now. like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;worst thing is we have napfa in e middle of our mid sem week.&lt;br /&gt;wads more? e week after mid sem week, we have two projects submission.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, fuck up school system.&lt;br /&gt;it's our last sem and with this arrangement,&lt;br /&gt;it's not helping us in any way.&lt;br /&gt;thanks tp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the last proj submission, on 4thfeb,&lt;br /&gt;it'll be cny! 7,8 feb.&lt;br /&gt;then v day 14 feb.&lt;br /&gt;then our exams week! 25feb onwards.&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally graduate from tp!!!&lt;br /&gt;wohoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but we're soooo gonna miss poly life for sure.&lt;br /&gt;studyin life.&lt;br /&gt;and we'll start missing everyone...&lt;br /&gt;awwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh welll....&lt;br /&gt;that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good luck everyone for your mid sem tests!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-9170251386095734409?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9170251386095734409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=9170251386095734409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/9170251386095734409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/9170251386095734409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-time-no-time.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5830650644067586537</id><published>2008-01-10T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:17:32.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the past few days, nicole, kat n i kept discussing about v day.&lt;br /&gt;what to get for our partners or what to do for them and etc.&lt;br /&gt;we were all soooo excited about it,&lt;br /&gt;even though it's like there's more than a month to go...&lt;br /&gt;i was exceptionally excited. why?&lt;br /&gt;because that will be our very 1st v day together.&lt;br /&gt;thinking that we're so in love with each other,&lt;br /&gt;i thought he'll be very excited over it as well.&lt;br /&gt;but to my surprise, he actually ask, ' just you and me? or with another couple?'&lt;br /&gt;and sure enough, to him,&lt;br /&gt;it was just another day...&lt;br /&gt;i was disappointed and kinda upset.&lt;br /&gt;he still thought i wanted to pick a fight.&lt;br /&gt;oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told kat. had to release my feelings to someone.&lt;br /&gt;eyes were kinda watery but no tears.&lt;br /&gt;no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said," if we were 2 years together and it's our 2nd v day, i don't mind celebrating with another couple. however, that's  our 1st v day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said to him,' to you, it maybe just another day... but to me, it signifies more than just another day...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;i was very excited at first.&lt;br /&gt;but after knowing this,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should just treat it as it's just another day...&lt;br /&gt;and not think that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got way much more things to worry about for now.&lt;br /&gt;that's school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just said it's just a qns.&lt;br /&gt;i said through a qns, it clearly shows your thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;he still can reply more fun ma.&lt;br /&gt;i replied,' if that's what you think... then be it. do it your way and i'll just follow.'&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't know by continuing this topic and tryin to explain his thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts more.&lt;br /&gt;already i said to me it's signifies more than just another day.&lt;br /&gt;it clearly shows how important that matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;and he still tries to explain his thoughts to me.&lt;br /&gt;then be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5830650644067586537?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5830650644067586537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=5830650644067586537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5830650644067586537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/5830650644067586537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-past-few-days-nicole-kat-n-i-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-8040529954865295383</id><published>2008-01-09T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:33:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before starting on my proj,&lt;br /&gt;i have to gan two classmates first to relieve that anger man.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, just wanna * them sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st incident:&lt;br /&gt;during strat mark tut,&lt;br /&gt;nicole gave a no-link example. LOL&lt;br /&gt;she said," although my skull is hard but it's light" to the case of samsonite.&lt;br /&gt;then later on, OUR DEAREST SHIYING,&lt;br /&gt;said something like , ' amanda's head heavy heavy den like ben ben one'&lt;br /&gt;something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;you really don't wish to see my reaction that time.&lt;br /&gt;she said with no link to our topic and i really almost EXPLODED on her.&lt;br /&gt;i said , 'no reaction to me' but my tone was really gonna explode and was agitated.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, at that moment i really wanna make things sour ah...&lt;br /&gt;i just couldn cool down ah at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;really testing my patience and don't know about the rest, but nicole could felt how angry i was.&lt;br /&gt;i should have cooled down immediately and say something like,' whatever makes you happy' or ' though ben ben, but gpa stil higher than yours. what does that prove'.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can give her one tight slap to vent my anger. * shit.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing is, i don't know if she felt my anger,&lt;br /&gt;she took my bangle and tried and played with it.&lt;br /&gt;every sec, my blood pressure was increasing and patience level was decreasing.&lt;br /&gt;she still dare to take my bangle.&lt;br /&gt;* shit. insulted my bangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd incident:&lt;br /&gt;kat and i wanted to change our entre tut from 4-6 to 12-2, then we can finally end earlier.&lt;br /&gt;we informed pris, paulynn and kaiboon to ask their group.&lt;br /&gt;we replied they're FINE WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;but just mins ago,&lt;br /&gt;OUR DEAREST PRISCILLA, msged me to say that joan cannot make it because she had to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS REAL * SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;kat and i were REAL * PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, a simple task like that also cannot do properly.&lt;br /&gt;WASTED OUR TIME, OUR SMS AND EFFORT IN FINDING AN AVAILABLE ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;this one really wanna * her upside down inside her.&lt;br /&gt;i DON'T WISH TO SEE HER TMR if not, i won't be showin her a nice face.&lt;br /&gt;*. now have to delay our timing.&lt;br /&gt;just imagine those who made plans already like kat and i.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day lorz...&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;suay to the max.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish there's a human right infront of me now for me to punch.&lt;br /&gt;for kat, she wishes to have a voodoo doll so that she can poke n poke n poke.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i think u guys can understand how MAD we are.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day today...&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-8040529954865295383?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8040529954865295383/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-1217813582901266201</id><published>2008-01-08T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:51:22.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so * bored now,&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm doing projs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is filled with projs, projs and more projs.&lt;br /&gt;* shit.&lt;br /&gt;what a type of life i have,&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;we're sure gonna miss this&lt;br /&gt;once we graduate.&lt;br /&gt;for sure.&lt;br /&gt;we'll miss studying,&lt;br /&gt;miss poly life,&lt;br /&gt;miss the small gathering.&lt;br /&gt;for now, we're already missing the small sessions we have at the bubble tea stall.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;it's just so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;the petshop can display their products outside but not the bubble tea stall.&lt;br /&gt;they can't place tables and chairs outside,&lt;br /&gt;and even had to take out the fan.&lt;br /&gt;wtf. seriously&lt;br /&gt;no logic.&lt;br /&gt;brainless creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we gotta make do with the void decks.&lt;br /&gt;* shit.&lt;br /&gt;so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;no choice then.&lt;br /&gt;loyal supporters. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time i feel so guai.&lt;br /&gt;every night, i sure touch on projs parts.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;what to do... sian.&lt;br /&gt;sucky school systems.&lt;br /&gt;with mid sem going on next week,&lt;br /&gt;we stil have lessons going on and napfa test on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;after which, we have projs submission e followin week.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;lecturers stil can say we stil have so much time.&lt;br /&gt;of course la. for them what.&lt;br /&gt;also not them rushin so many projs at once.&lt;br /&gt;another group of brainless creatures.&lt;br /&gt;no logic.&lt;br /&gt;SIANSATION~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna skip napfa,&lt;br /&gt;also cannot.&lt;br /&gt;why? because it's COMPULSORY for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;let's take our notes and run the 2.4km.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;napfa on thurs and fri we stil have mid sem test.&lt;br /&gt;all the planning sucks and all i can do is to grumble and grumble and grumble,&lt;br /&gt;BUT still have to complete those sucky things in the end.&lt;br /&gt;* shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least today we relieved alitle stressed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;old school time~&lt;br /&gt;we blowed the bubble thingy and stick them together.&lt;br /&gt;what did we create?!&lt;br /&gt;a pokemon squirtle!!!&lt;br /&gt;damn cute la...&lt;br /&gt;and you know what's the best part?&lt;br /&gt;we didn't know how to dispose it but not bearing to either.&lt;br /&gt;so we thought of al sorts of lame ideas.&lt;br /&gt;leaving it at the teachers' lockers or pigeon holders, leaving it at the middle lift. LOL&lt;br /&gt;hoping to give some scare.&lt;br /&gt;but we ended up walking to 1st avenue and gave it to MR JEFFREY HO.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;he was so happy to receive it when he doesn't know he was our "rubbish bin" actually.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. now, you can see his popularity among us. ha!&lt;br /&gt;what to do...&lt;br /&gt;an eye for an eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-1217813582901266201?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1217813582901266201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=1217813582901266201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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4+am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;it's a very long story,&lt;br /&gt;even though it just happened within a night.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he stayed over at my place.&lt;br /&gt;1st time i slept till so late.&lt;br /&gt;5+pm. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;normally, even though i sleep around 6,7+am,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be awake at about 2,3+pm.&lt;br /&gt;faints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with paulynn at simpang,&lt;br /&gt;for their air therapy.&lt;br /&gt;faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;except that the two of us just like to irritate each other,&lt;br /&gt;and love seeing each other's irritated faces.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;favourite pastime, interest and hobby.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm glad we're back together again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my silly boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hopefully our love will grow even stronger than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've fallen in love with you once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5812384514620985251?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5812384514620985251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>had gastric.&lt;br /&gt;all i had for today was just half a bowl of kway chap, 4 siew mais and a cup of milo.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msged paulyn.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully she'll come down to simpang to have supper with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i thought we were the perfect match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's all about fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-8626590068836327450?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3626772011100543756</id><published>2008-01-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:40:44.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he posted that yst.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't get to read it till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let him go...&lt;br /&gt;though heart really aches,&lt;br /&gt;but i still let him go...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm expectin too much from him.&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;givin him too much pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him that much that it really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;never been so in love.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;but fate played us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even prepared myself to wait for him while he's in NS.&lt;br /&gt;that will nv happen...&lt;br /&gt;another holi trip after grad?&lt;br /&gt;that will nv happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he won't chase me back.&lt;br /&gt;only i will. ha!&lt;br /&gt;i'm like the guy and he's the girl.&lt;br /&gt;but this time round,&lt;br /&gt;i really let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last time,&lt;br /&gt;bye my silly boy...&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-3626772011100543756?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3626772011100543756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=3626772011100543756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/3626772011100543756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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if we go on this way.. at least we haf basic trust in one another. i'm really happy to see u wearing the disney land ring wheneva ya wif me. i enjoy every single moment when i'm wif u even if we are doin nth. but sitting n cuddling each other makes me feel the most lucky guy in love. i might nt be the first bf tt u haf.. but i wish n i can be ya last bf tt u haf. walkin side by side wif u down the aisle can be acheived by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-3133186347960139392?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3133186347960139392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5007708656258083562</id><published>2008-01-03T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:22:20.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my temper is hot and quick.&lt;br /&gt;any slightest thing can make me explode,&lt;br /&gt;just depends on my tolerance level at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matters which i cannot stand:&lt;br /&gt;- (RIGHT NOW) i'm trying to get started with my work in the room. my bro came in searching for my dad's hp box. then followed my mum, who is damn * slow in searching. stil taking her own sweet time when every sec that passes, the more pek check i'm feeling and irritated and tolerance level is getting lower and might explode anytime. i cannot stand the sound created when searching for items. damn * irritating.&lt;br /&gt;- when i'm in a queue for a very long time, i get very irritated and pek chek at the same time. usual me, noisy. that moment, expressionless face, dulan face and pek chek face. all my replies will be short and sound damn irritated. i'm just keepin quiet so that i can keep my cool. i hardly respond. i don't like to wait.&lt;br /&gt;- i hate nagging. if not i won't be quarreling with my mum most of the time. after nagging for 3-5secs, that's it. enough is enough. activated that button, there goes my temper. so don't nag. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;- don't spoil my mood. if at the beginning you spoilt it, that's it. it'll take quite some time for me to return to the usual me. mood spoilt, siansation. there goes... it will be anything and wadeva time period.&lt;br /&gt;- i hate last min changes. tell me one day beforehand. at least i can make plans. spoil my plans, spoil my mood. i like to arrange activities in order and then follow them. that's the way i am. i may not be organize but i like to have order for the way i do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, because i'm pissed,&lt;br /&gt;my words may sound er... ya.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;this sem really sucks to the core.&lt;br /&gt;one day, i'll just type out all the important dates&lt;br /&gt;and you'll know how stressed the 3rd year RMT students are.&lt;br /&gt;it's not stressed,&lt;br /&gt;it's not very stressed,&lt;br /&gt;it's damn fucking stressed.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, no other words to describe the level of stressness except that word.&lt;br /&gt;but really.&lt;br /&gt;soon, you'll see old hags walking out of tp business sch at the end of this sem,&lt;br /&gt;which is ending REAL SOON.&lt;br /&gt;i'm old.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-5007708656258083562?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-698445832824616363</id><published>2007-12-31T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:43:12.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's happenings?&lt;br /&gt;no comments.&lt;br /&gt;somethings are better to be kept than said.&lt;br /&gt;it's all in the mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year everyone in advance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-698445832824616363?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/698445832824616363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-8353774642432450067</id><published>2007-12-29T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:23:21.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the girlfriends: xueyun, cindy, zhige, mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zk7WJvrSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xQ-4UbvYJ4E/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149414194666253602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zk7WJvrSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xQ-4UbvYJ4E/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zk7GJvrRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DboWAu3Y7lw/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149414190371286290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zk7GJvrRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DboWAu3Y7lw/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zk7WJvrTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TfSTuDYMKZg/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149414194666253618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zk7WJvrTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TfSTuDYMKZg/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girlies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZjimJvrPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/c_0TNNMwRI4/s1600-h/437165220l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149412669952863474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZjimJvrPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/c_0TNNMwRI4/s320/437165220l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zjy2JvrQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ci5seZ7j-jk/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149412949125737730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zjy2JvrQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ci5seZ7j-jk/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZfwmJvrLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/l3cAn-ApBH0/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149408512424520882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZfwmJvrLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/l3cAn-ApBH0/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zfw2JvrMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lu0vpPH-e00/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149408516719488194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zfw2JvrMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/lu0vpPH-e00/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZfxGJvrNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DmunaNSrgaY/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149408521014455506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZfxGJvrNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DmunaNSrgaY/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZfxWJvrOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KyGLAcIAb14/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149408525309422818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZfxWJvrOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KyGLAcIAb14/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! i just wanna say a big thank you to all you guys for making this year a great year for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha! weird but ya. somethings or rather some words just can't get out of my mouth when facing one. so here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you guys lots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3Zk7WJvrSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xQ-4UbvYJ4E/s72-c/Image070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3040388203872942499</id><published>2007-12-29T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:42:27.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my my my... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm isolated from this world already. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24dec- stayed at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25dec- stayed at home. went to cuzzie's place then came back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26dec- stayed at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27dec- stayed at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28dec- went to his cuzzie's wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29dec- stayed at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!!! 1st time i stayed at home for so many days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to the SIP REPORT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASS. spoilt my holis just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last year went to my cuzzie's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year went to his cuzzie's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next year sept, my cuzzie's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. so many weddings but i like. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can dress pretty and eat lots of food. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to his place at 10am! just imagine what time do i have to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for everyone's info, it's 8am. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the expressway, two directions lane. coming down side has car accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;predicted, the going up lane will have accident as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why? singaporeans are KPO freaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turn and see, then ping bang boom la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why i'm so sure that it's because of the other lane's accident?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because the other side accident is just few metres away. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, it was my 1st time witnessing the tea ceremony. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cuzzie's, desmond, i missed it. why? because i had school i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i experienced another dialect's tradition. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the wedding dinner, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm... to all guys out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think they should think of something else to surprise their wives during the dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desmond sang. his cuzzie, alvin sang as well. faints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ya! my previous tuition teacher, she danced with her husband at their wedding dinner. so cool sia! that's power~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, it takes courage and alvin's wife teared. awwww....~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the food ain't that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bunch of crazy cuzzies are great entertainers to me. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZaQ2JvrII/AAAAAAAAAUM/UA4J9p3isEI/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149402469405535362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZaQ2JvrII/AAAAAAAAAUM/UA4J9p3isEI/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZbUWJvrKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tppyViqc2ZA/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149403629046705314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZbUWJvrKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tppyViqc2ZA/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZaQmJvrHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/asTcSyzrqFw/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149402465110568050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZaQmJvrHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/asTcSyzrqFw/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" 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type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-my-my.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LJyvxBHNb4E/R3ZaQ2JvrII/AAAAAAAAAUM/UA4J9p3isEI/s72-c/Image060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-5949278456436107369</id><published>2007-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:01:13.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>count down to christmas,&lt;br /&gt;with 2 drops of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-6780253255151643524</id><published>2007-12-21T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T02:37:47.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bro and i chatted...&lt;br /&gt;we wanna stay in a smaller house...&lt;br /&gt;because it's cozier.&lt;br /&gt;4 people staying in such a house,&lt;br /&gt;too much space and in the past,&lt;br /&gt;i used to call it a 'cold palace'.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;we're all out.&lt;br /&gt;they working,&lt;br /&gt;us out.&lt;br /&gt;no one is at home most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;saturday, to clean the house,&lt;br /&gt;both of us are out.&lt;br /&gt;leaving them to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;they're old and don't have the energy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so they're thinking of moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us wanted a dog badly.&lt;br /&gt;but if we move, once again the same problem arises.&lt;br /&gt;no one will be at home most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;who then will take care of the dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move to hdb flat?&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to.&lt;br /&gt;my bro said because i'm like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not that reason.&lt;br /&gt;hdb flat looks scary at night, especially the lift and the corridors.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm afraid to walk alone and take the lift at night.&lt;br /&gt;he agreed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smaller house,&lt;br /&gt;means sharing of bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be a prob since we did before.&lt;br /&gt;but gotta adjust the timing then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're excited.&lt;br /&gt;all i want is a walk-in wardrobe,&lt;br /&gt;shelves for my shoes,&lt;br /&gt;drawers for my accessories.&lt;br /&gt;all neatly placed and arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to mr kp la's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to desiree's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to judith's birthday and christmas day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ i can't wait for this sem to be over ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-6780253255151643524?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6780253255151643524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=6780253255151643524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6780253255151643524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/6780253255151643524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-bro-and-i-chatted.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-7136801425596114853</id><published>2007-12-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:11:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current situation:&lt;br /&gt;- total no life at all&lt;br /&gt;- eat, sleep, shit, bathe and... PROJECTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little time, yet so many things to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for everything to be over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem is really a killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my christmas!!! without doing projects... can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ misses everyone ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-7136801425596114853?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7136801425596114853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=7136801425596114853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7136801425596114853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/7136801425596114853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-situation-total-no-life-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-257151355323457115</id><published>2007-12-14T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:44:16.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna watch alvin and the chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy with school work....&lt;br /&gt;no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ i can't think now ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110803391208658538-257151355323457115?l=amanda-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/257151355323457115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110803391208658538&amp;postID=257151355323457115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/257151355323457115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110803391208658538/posts/default/257151355323457115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-is-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wanna-watch-alvin-and-chipmunks.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05523923092144605618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110803391208658538.post-3341882468965015628</id><published>2007-12-10T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:50:57.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to school.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was good.&lt;br /&gt;especially seeing familiar faces like the girlies!&lt;br /&gt;i felt loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-studies-&lt;br /&gt;felt stressed.&lt;br /&gt;complete lost.&lt;br /&gt;after knowing the truth, stress level shot up.&lt;br /&gt;more journals and reports to hand up when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i have 5weeks of reflections to be done and have not started the sip report, while others havv finished or halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;goodness gracious me.&lt;br /&gt;time to buck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly to say,&lt;br /&gt;i won't be able to enjoy that two weeks of holidays. :(&lt;br /&gt;most prob will be rushing those reports and journals&lt;br /&gt;AND at the same time, starting those projs.&lt;br /&gt;camping in school most of the days? that's a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;this is a very short sem,&lt;br /&gt;that sets us on a running track.&lt;br /&gt;scary that may sounds but that's reality.&lt;br /&gt;no escape.&lt;br /&gt;soon before we realise,&lt;br /&gt;it's time to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be so fast pace.&lt;br /&gt;time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;i miss poly life...&lt;br /&gt;especially the times spent with the girlies, camps and etc.&lt;br /&gt;sobssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with the girlies to celebrate kat's and yy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;it was raining heavily,&lt;br /&gt;so change of plan.&lt;br /&gt;instead of going to the opposite school eating zichar,&lt;br /&gt;we went to eastpoint's han's river.&lt;br /&gt;sat there for hours,&lt;br /&gt;chatting happily and with those jokes,&lt;br /&gt;it was like the good old times we had.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, usual us.&lt;br /&gt;haha! silly jokes.&lt;br /&gt;mine: if you put the rice grains into the wok, add water, will it become cooked rice?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's the same as cooking the rice with the rice cooker ma... right?&lt;br /&gt;you have the rice grains with water and heat.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.... haha! nvm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girlies: when are we gonna meet up for christmas???? 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