<?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-9127858</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:20:45.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spunkcess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9127858.post-4580936191142862275</id><published>2008-08-26T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:49:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>Growing Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited this site and to my surprised i had tags. I re read many of the entries and it did bring back loads of memories. I guess this really is the purpose of a blog aye, not needing to show the world how exciting my life may be but a place to really vent some anger, share some thoughts and just when i look back, there's a certain nostalgia about it. However people changes i think i have too and i prolly am going to have a new blog. A brand new space for me and my thoughts. So this blog might just cease to exist when that happens i guess....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-4580936191142862275?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4580936191142862275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=4580936191142862275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/4580936191142862275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/4580936191142862275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2008/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-4480078654063094201</id><published>2007-11-15T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:47:06.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You&amp;I</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You&amp;amp;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure wat i am battling here or what exactly am i vexed upon. Mayb it was because of what you say or didn't say. The response wasnt wat i was hoping for. Mayb the warmth that i seeked or the insecurities in me that is dying to show. I needa be soothed, when ask me to tell you what i really feel i can't tell, i can't tell between factual and my own thoughts anymore. Mayb i really am creating a mountain outta a moldhill or creating problems with my lil own brain. I don't know anymore. All i noe is i juz wan to feel secure and safe. Hold me till the fear in me subsidies. I wish i know where we are heading when the bud is going to blossoms into a rose. I feel so foreign in your world, the heart is afraid to wander arnd. Fear. I juz wan to stay the way we are i juz wan us to be bold, to be in our world where we are not a stranger in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-4480078654063094201?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4480078654063094201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=4480078654063094201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/4480078654063094201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/4480078654063094201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2007/11/you.html' title='You&amp;I'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-7341724939197674530</id><published>2007-09-10T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:09:32.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>I've deleted so much of the past, the only stuff that is left are those memories etched in my head. It can get painful, thinking all those dat we once shared and all those thoughts have just been washed away.. and now everything is so complicated, it have gotten out of hand. I am not in sync with my feelings and thought, they seem to take on different views leaving me totally thrown off guard. What once used to be is no longer the same anymore. I am juz so angry with myself, why do i have to see wat other ppl feels and work according to their feelings? Why can't i juz be stronger? Why the problem with me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-7341724939197674530?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7341724939197674530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=7341724939197674530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/7341724939197674530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/7341724939197674530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2007/09/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-5993993425521326097</id><published>2007-07-24T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:57:11.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sky is Grey</title><content type='html'>Its shaking deep inside. I need a little venting at this precise moment. I thought its was all perfect. At least i thought things could change to look a little sunnier and dat a little tinkle will shine. But i was wrong. That text msg totally threw me off balance. The inevitable had happened and things will nv be the same again. Life now holds no meaning and i am floating in the air waiting for something to be pull me down to earth again. Its like suddenly the gravity has gone. I am waiting for the decision that could make or break. And i seriously dunno what to feel now. Whether i should be a bigger person or should i juz be selfish. Afterall all humans are selfish and i have to fight for what i wan, but will all the hardwork pay off? I seriously dunno. How to compare 2 mths to 3 years? Will dat 3 years juz fade away and not leave a scar? I really doubt so. Its alrd imprinted, imprinted hard, and it will not go away for a long long time. I gave everything and a little bit more and it still aint enough. Am i really so much more worst? who says no one will compare? the entire world will. Its a battle or insecurities. Things happens for a reason, does this count as a reason? to what den? I jus need to noe. I juz want to noe. Like now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-5993993425521326097?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5993993425521326097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=5993993425521326097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/5993993425521326097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/5993993425521326097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-sky-is-grey.html' title='My Sky is Grey'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-7364296576682510718</id><published>2007-05-30T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:23:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>Alright i am making a silent comeback. If there's absolutely anyone still visiting this forsaken place i'm truely amazed. Anyhow, i wouldnt be able to contain my excitement that i am back blogging. So shout out to all you peeps arnd! Anyway i am so bored having going to work and back home and partying and life goes on and on that i feel i need to do something about it.. okie i am planning to brush up my pea brain IT skills, first step is to upload photos in this blog. Then mayb i can create my own skin. Okie too ambitious.. when i think of what to do i'll blog alrd. LOL.. i'm outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-7364296576682510718?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7364296576682510718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=7364296576682510718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/7364296576682510718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/7364296576682510718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-115796526701005375</id><published>2006-09-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:01:07.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and its antics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ever looked at another person life and feel totally intrigued by it wishing that you own a life like dat as well? But when you really toked to the person, you realised it just isnt what it seems to be. Still, you will wonder if another ppl will look at your and feel intrigue as well. Just like the army advertisement. If your life was made into a movie would it be a interesting fast paced one or would it be a boring mundane one? Right now, i'm juz feeling all curious how it would be like to live as a fren for one day. A colleague told me i lack of determination to achieve all those dat i wan to. So many things in life i wanna do i wanna achieve. But juz somehow i feel like its a 3min interest kinda thing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*it will pick up faith and hope will come back, i juz need to focus&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/9127858-115796526701005375?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115796526701005375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=115796526701005375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115796526701005375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115796526701005375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-and-its-antics.html' title='Life and its antics'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-115552449442272580</id><published>2006-08-14T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:01:34.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well well.. i've fallen sick again. Like *groans* again. Yes, sadly again. Its test week. Feeling no urgency to be studying and nothing seems to stay in my brain for long. So much for thinking working and studying is easy peasy. Okie, i realised my mistake. Time pass by so quickly when one is studying. Its like before i knew it, wham.. its week 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was over at gret's birthday bash on sat. Its at MACS. 21st birthday celebrated at macs. Imagine our reaction when we recieved the invite. Was proud of the present me and win got her. Haha. It was some honey dust that is suppose to act as a aphrodisiac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alright i gotta persevere for this 2 yrs den i can do wat i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OKie, i'm out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/s: Thanx for all those dat still cares! Really appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-115552449442272580?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115552449442272580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=115552449442272580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115552449442272580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115552449442272580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/08/boo.html' title='Boo'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-115467567596275202</id><published>2006-08-04T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:19:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stuck in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wonder who is still going through my blog site every now and then since its glory days are over and wats left on the website is juz a bunch of cobwebs. Such a gloomy abandoned place it has become. Still whenever, my puny brain feels like babbling some nonsense or when there are issues bothering me, i'm always back here to seek refuge. To get it out of the system. Truely a bitching paradise. Allows me to sit down and ponder over stuff and trying to rationalised it with myself. Why do i always seem like i am running into a crisis. A quarter life crisis. Hadn't i been toking about this issue since long time ago? And its back? All i can say is prolly i am still trying out and i still hadnt have any clue what to do in my life or be sure i have found something. I don't think i am making any sense here but who cares right? Its juz me and my blog left. Ha! Well.. a competitive lil girl always searching for volume always seeking for higher grounds like i am gonna be drown if i don't. Or mayb its juz my nature to change every now and then. Then, i wonder if the change is doing me any good or i am jus digging around. Or mayb i am juz not an easily contented sort of person. I miss those carefree times where there is absolutely no need to vex over life-love issues. Thats the scary part of growing up (i think i repeated this before) stresses over practically everything. I've seen the good times and the bad ones and when the bad ones hits a person, it hits the person hard. I just started my journey.. and even with this small step i took, i ran into a obstacle. It's now time to think of the solution. &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/9127858-115467567596275202?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115467567596275202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=115467567596275202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115467567596275202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115467567596275202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/08/stuck-in-middle.html' title='Stuck in the middle'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-115163441497816356</id><published>2006-06-30T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:26:54.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;30/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Its the last weekend whereby i can let down my hair and enjoy the "freedom" of not needing to rush assignments, projects, meet deadlines or worry about tests and exams. As school is starting right spot on on monday. Mayb it is a good thing too.. allow me to put my focus onto something more impt in life. Have been slacking too much for the last couple of months. 9 months to be more exact. Whoa thats like close to a year. So much have happen in the past 9 months. happy, sad, exhilarating etc etc... now its like i'm hit by a big yellow bus and i'm back in reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not sure if i am feeling all happy about it. Or mayb juz happy for small changes.. oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*memories will fade with time... will frenship fade with time too?&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/9127858-115163441497816356?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115163441497816356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=115163441497816356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115163441497816356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115163441497816356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/06/3006.html' title='30/06'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-115102817989011010</id><published>2006-06-23T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:18:50.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Was down with the gastric flu bug for the last couple of days which each day one or another will urge me to head back home to rest. But stubborness got the better of me. So i stayed in the office and worked. Guess i hadnt been resting enough or given proper attention to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are oso other stuff dat is bothering me.. sigh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie i dun feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char: sorry babe, not able to go see u do the fashion show gig at zouk. still, love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: thanx for being here.. work would be different without my "twin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldie: thanx for the constant nagging and care... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-115102817989011010?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115102817989011010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=115102817989011010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115102817989011010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115102817989011010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/06/flu-bug.html' title='Flu Bug'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-115009278541276051</id><published>2006-06-12T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:13:05.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Bintan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAd a really relaxing weekend. Fully unwind. Was over at Brewerkz on friday for Philip's farewell. Kinda sad to know that he is leaving the company. Had been a really interesting character bringing lots of laughter into our daily mundane lives. And not forgetting introducing the yummy queensway non-spicy laksa. We all had like 5 tower of drinks. Ranging from mere ale-like to hardcore liquorish. Most of the guys were wasted from the drinks by the end of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ANd on sat, went over to bintan with sarah, Pl and may. Seafood at the kelong was marvellous esp the szechun chicken and gong gong. Yum! Did a hair spa on sunday. Really shiok! Worth every penny spent. Life is much slower there, then again its suppose to be that way and spent practically most of our time at the beach there. Boy, so much clearner then spore. Not surprising. And like 2 lil kids, sarah and I started roaming the sandy beaches for nice seashells to bring home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I feel recharged. I'm ready for watever comes along including all the shit work! Teehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song of the day : Buttons - Pussycat dolls (i'm in the mood for some clubbing tracks) GrrrrPower!!&lt;/em&gt; &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/9127858-115009278541276051?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115009278541276051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=115009278541276051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115009278541276051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/115009278541276051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/06/weekend-in-bintan.html' title='Weekend in Bintan'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114947784347992173</id><published>2006-06-05T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:24:03.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day correct in many ways but wrong in even more ways. I can truly say that its a night that suck! In a big way. And well, it made me realised and learnt many things the hard way too.  A pretty big wake up call. The time and the phase is over.. juz let it stay dat way i suppose. Let it just stay in my heart. And enjoy it in other ways....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-114947784347992173?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114947784347992173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114947784347992173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114947784347992173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114947784347992173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114887173439283467</id><published>2006-05-29T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:02:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched xmen over the weekend with the free tix dat ed gave. Thanks to him!! The show was kinda disappointing. They didnt wrap it up in a way i thought would wowed the audience. Not as splendid as the previous 2 even thou i didnt catch the first one with my old st margs khakis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to MOS with char on friday nite after such a long time. Hmm, i think one of the best times was at zouk with the whole clan. Kinda miss clubbing with you girls! I guess i miss the company more then the activity. Sigh.. life became so mundane when everyone started working and buzzing arnd with all the other activities. New frens, new colleagues, work, boys, etc etc..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do i feel so unappreciated these few days? I hadnt tried hard enough? Worked hard enough? Or be someone i ought to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i need a scream-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-114887173439283467?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114887173439283467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114887173439283467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114887173439283467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114887173439283467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/blues.html' title='Blues'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114796620453903109</id><published>2006-05-18T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:30:04.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruity Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Met up with Rooie today, a belated celebration of her 21st bday. How time flies, i've know that girl since the first day we put on that green polka dotted dress. Made her rather touched with the much thought about little gift. Which was a jigsaw of us and Cheryl. Had dinner at breako (the one at bugis) and frankly, their service was horrible! We were contemplating getting them to refund us the moolas we paid for service charge, but we ain't cheapo people man, so we gave them some slack. Nonetheless, the service was still unbelievable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheryl got waiter 1 to refill her glass with water, waiter 1 came, refilled it and walked away (mind you, our glasses were nearly empty too) at that point of time we couldnt believed what juz happened so roo got waiter 2 to refill her glass, waiter 2 refilled her glass and walked away (my glass was nearly empty too!!!!) how ridiculous are they eh??!! How many times do we need to ask them to refill our glasses?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, met up with dan afterwards, he changed quite abit. But was somehoe glad to see him. Like as if everything with roo is complete once again. And i believe he couldnt take our crappings on the way to HV. Haha! Poor fellow! Then again, dat kinda shows things hadnt changed much, we'll still that 2 lil girls ooohing and ahhhing over every lil girly stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-114796620453903109?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114796620453903109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114796620453903109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114796620453903109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114796620453903109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/fruity-day.html' title='Fruity Day'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114753757367778074</id><published>2006-05-14T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:59:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enraged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm home on a saturday night.. actually i'm kinda pleased. I love the feeling of being at home and slacking my time away. I've indeed changed. I'm no longer that crazy lil girl who wrecked havoc juz a few months ago. I'm back to who i really am. That phase of mine is gone. Finally!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a groupie neither a gold-digger!!! &lt;/em&gt;You made me smarter. Piss off coz i dun need your friendship. Its juz bull-crap!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-114753757367778074?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114753757367778074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114753757367778074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114753757367778074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114753757367778074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/enraged.html' title='Enraged'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114731495406851284</id><published>2006-05-11T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:35:54.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lousy Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Its 4.41pm now.. approximately 45 mins left till i get out of here. Boy, i can't wait. Not because i'm going for shopping followed by a scrumptious dinner but because i really need a break from all these work. Hadn't been in the perfect mood even though it is a short week (don't expect me to skip arnd the office and do a happy dance, am i?) hadn't even slept well for the past week. being woken up by weird weird dreams (for eg, playing tennis with 20 other ppl at each side of the court, or getting chased from dubious characters) I live in the world of tom and jerry during zzz times. Except i'm jerry in this instance. Ppl have powerpuff girls i have chupa chups girls. Made up of sugar and spice and everything nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, there arent any inspiration for me to write something interesting online. Not even a single post raving over what i bought while shopping (talking abt that, oooh, saw a corset dat was whoa.. it could make a size A look like size C) its all about grumblings about how much work and life suxs! I failed to see the side of good things. (Shucks! mayb i'm undergoing depression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i ever daydream about recently is to get away from this island, preferably to the land of sun shine.. (adelaide) i can go sun bake in the sun, go shopping, eat by the sea enjoying the sunset and sea breeze, taking in the night scenery all the stars up above shinning down and the magnificent view. how romantic -dreamssss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that means i'm drowning and screaming out to a getaway!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Blogger was unkind to me ytd-&lt;br /&gt;&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/9127858-114731495406851284?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114731495406851284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114731495406851284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114731495406851284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114731495406851284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/lousy-wednesday.html' title='Lousy Wednesday'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114709619671673223</id><published>2006-05-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:49:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A day of SUN and FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Played a game of tennis, aww sorry oldie if i sorta forgot some of the techniques and its nothing like dancing okie... its much harder. But nonetheless a good butt kicking workout. Had my long awaited cavana chicken rice. Boy, was it good. To think i complained about it in the past. Abscence makes the heart grows fonder. Ooops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then headed down to sentosa, wooo hooo.. it was freaking sunny! Yeah to my liking.. wat a pity i dun get tan easily.. arggh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-114709619671673223?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114709619671673223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114709619671673223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114709619671673223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114709619671673223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-of-sun.html' title='A day of Sun'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114679623560473503</id><published>2006-05-05T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T10:30:35.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A chilling morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It rained and it poured this morning when i woke up. Not the best way to spend the morning getting ready for work. I rather be snuggling up under my covers with my teddy and slp till lunchtime. But i dun have this luxury. I've to drag myself up and prepare for work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I kinda looked forward to today. Because i can finally unwind after one tiresome close. Too much headaches for one week. I finally bared my soul to win last nite. Told him everything that was bothering me this 1 week. Thou he knew i was stubbon and always rebutting wat he said but in the end, i would still have listened to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I seriously feel overloaded. There seem to be endless work to be done. Endless things to learn and all the tedious ways of doing everything. I'm slowly getting it, but i'm expected to fly. And i don't like the idea of  getting anyone into trouble but still i've done it.. And i still hadnt gotten the application for school. I feel so worried!! Everything is so worrying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bull crap.. mayb i'm juz full of complains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-114679623560473503?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114679623560473503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114679623560473503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114679623560473503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114679623560473503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/chilling-morning.html' title='A chilling morning'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114641322414730547</id><published>2006-04-30T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:23:21.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>labour day blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labour day blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah i should be aslp by now considering the fact that i've to work tml. How sad. Where half of spore prolly would be waking up at 11am.. i'm alrd well busy with work by then. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, kinda manage to really unwind over the weekend.. was over at zouk on fri nite and boy did i see so many familar faces. Mostly all the ex st-margsians... esp steph! missed bumming into her ever so often. And it was hilarious being with the grp. Win and his lame jokes about "whales" (okie you noe wat i'm toking abt eh) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then on sat was over at a class bbq.. all those ppl i hadnt seen in a long while except for sarah where i see her practically everyday. Haha! Okie.. so most of them hadnt changed one bit. will meet up soon again before those guys have to do us proud by serving the nation and protecting our asses. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went over to sentosa today with jas. As expected, the 2 chatterbox couldnt stop chatting from the moment we saw each other.. so many exciting goss to share! There were so many foreigners.. esp ah mohs and koreans (okie sarah, you can start camping there now) and many stark naked little boys. Haha!! couldnt understand why parents juz wouldnt bring their kids esp little boys to wash up in a proper toilet. They have to be striped naked infront of so many ppl.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got to agree, i miss the sun the sand and the sea!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i need a getway; anyone interested in a little trip overseas (with dat i dun mean sentosa)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm out. Need to get up at 7! Pity me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-114641322414730547?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114641322414730547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114641322414730547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114641322414730547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114641322414730547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/labour-day-blues.html' title='labour day blues'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114532723387187556</id><published>2006-04-18T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:27:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been so wound up tight this couple of days. Maybe its the pressure i'm giving myself or prolly i'm kinda stressed up. With what you would ask right? Things are very different from school or even the intership here. Techniques i've to pick up in record time, fending for ourselves are crucial as well as self learning. No longer being told what to learn and wat not like how we are expose to back in school. Its a different world out here. Sometimes i wonder if i really am cut out for this job here. I mean some of you may think its juz an accounts job, how hard can it be to juz learn how to do the work. But sadly, thou thats enough to get you by but not enuff for you to justify your findings. We have to noe the fundamentals of the process before we can understand what we are doing certain things for and that part is the tricky one. Some others may tell me "Ade, you are not cut out to be in this line. Mayb marketing or tourism if more you" Sometimes i wonder if i really would have a better time in that line with more job satisfaction. But! i'm gonna put all those tots out and finish up with my degree first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Suddenly, i've a urging feeling to get back into school right-a-way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With talent, no hardwork there is no result. I might not even have the talent.. how depressing. And mainly tok only.. no action.. even more upsetting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Things are going to change, For the better now dat i noe what has gone wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*For lil kor - Thanx for all the encouragements*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*For chichi - I miss your piggy backs*&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/9127858-114532723387187556?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114532723387187556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114532723387187556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114532723387187556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114532723387187556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/wasted-talent.html' title='Wasted Talent'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114440082356187036</id><published>2006-04-07T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:08:15.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is not a superwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She is not a superwoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Many a time, many of us thinks that a mother's job is to take care of all the daily runnings of household chores. All dat includes: cooking, washing the dishes, cleaning the toilet, vacumming the house, mopping the floor, listen to her husband's grumbles and children's complains, working and etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;How many a time we have necglected her and have recognised her effort for being a super mum? How many time have we brought her out for dinner or to a spa for her to unwind? Or merely juz spending quiet time watching tv with her and listens to her ramblings once in a while as well as helping out? Prolly twice a year. Once during mothers' day and the other on her birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;How often do your dad actually praises her? And thank her for taking care of the family and slogging hard? Do men not need to say thank you as well? Are we as woman being confined to do the things we are said to "suppose" to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The saddest thing would be realising our mums are being unappreciated and treated like a maid. She deserve to do what she wants and deserved to have a life as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To my mother: I salute all your hardwork and am guilty for all i've done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;She deserved to be treasured. &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/9127858-114440082356187036?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114440082356187036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114440082356187036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114440082356187036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114440082356187036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/she-is-not-superwoman.html' title='She is not a superwoman'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114240286401312684</id><published>2006-03-15T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:07:44.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRLS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can we compromise pride, compromise confidence, compromise courage and so many more when it comes to love? Do we really put love before bread? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read an acquaintant's blog, she was gushing about what a dream she is living in and hoping that the guy of her dreams will never get bored and sick of her. And prayed that even if he doesn't love her anymore, he should juz pretend he does. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pity her. I really do. And i actually felt kinda sad after reading dat entry, and esp since i know this guy. And i noe he doesnt treat her right with all his might. Coz behind her back he is actually hitting on many others. And it dawned on me how much girls are willing to compromise for a fairy tale ending and juz to love and be loved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mayb i was once there, but i think realisation has alrd hit me hard. I no longer think that fairy tales happens. And i realised how important is one's pride, one's confidence. I wouldnt want to be throwing myself at anyone. Coz self esteem in important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self esteem makes one sexy! And that's what counts!  &lt;/em&gt;&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/9127858-114240286401312684?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114240286401312684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114240286401312684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114240286401312684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114240286401312684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/03/girls.html' title='GIRLS'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114178969914209492</id><published>2006-03-08T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:48:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TwentySomething</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;TwentySomething&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PL says welcome to quarter life crisis (how true) even though i have juz started the journey. Met Roo yesterday and sat down to have a serious talk. We realised how shallow some of our common frens are and apparently some of them are even older den us. They are like aimless people. No goals no future juz merely in the whirl of night life - hard core partying. (we suspect they are running away from the reality of life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Everyone seems to have their fair share of unresolved doubts. Queries dat cannot be answered overnight and aniexty that can only be suppressed. Be it a blurred future, unfulfilled dreams, money, marriage, relationships yadda yadda (at times like this i wish i am a bergdorf blonde den i'll only have to worry if my nails colour matches my new Emanuel Ungaro dress) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Many of us lack courage, the courage to face the music head on. If we could dig a hole, we'll bury ourselves (but we are not hamsters you noe) come to think of it, its scary growing up ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*I ain't gonna be that stupid girl anymore coz i've my pride - and dats dat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&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/9127858-114178969914209492?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114178969914209492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114178969914209492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114178969914209492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114178969914209492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/03/twentysomething.html' title='TwentySomething'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114157313187892266</id><published>2006-03-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:38:51.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my own lil' world</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In my own lil' world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now that school is out i feel alittle lost. Coz i've started working, and even though i hate to admit this but i actually missed going to school or rather skipping lectures coz i cant do that anymore man. I can't juz decide to not go to work when i juz feel like lazing in. I juz realised that i've stepped into the next stage in life and its kinda scaring me in both a good and a bad way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss dance classes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Reluctant graduate-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Do you know that noDon't mean yes, it means noSo just hold up, wait a minuteLet me put my two cents in itOne, just be patientDon't be rushingLike you're anxiousAnd two, you're just too aggressiveSo try to get your (Ahh) I don't give a...Keep looking at my...'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my...I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your...Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha* Beep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-114157313187892266?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114157313187892266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114157313187892266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114157313187892266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114157313187892266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-my-own-lil-world.html' title='In my own lil&apos; world'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114109514700606712</id><published>2006-02-28T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:58:09.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adeeeee (here it goes again) for all my babes out there, its a happy post!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;needs some chocolate biscuits&lt;br /&gt;needs the happy sun&lt;br /&gt;needs her gd ol' self back&lt;br /&gt;needs a new perspective over things&lt;br /&gt;needs more chocolate biscuits&lt;br /&gt;or mayb an ice cream wld be gd&lt;br /&gt;needs gd ol' humour&lt;br /&gt;needs patience and faith&lt;br /&gt;needs a hanky or mayb juz a shoulder&lt;br /&gt;needs my honeybunnyfrens&lt;br /&gt;needs courage&lt;br /&gt;needs to be juz ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I really miss you*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Fort Minor rocks!!- Rock my world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-114109514700606712?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114109514700606712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114109514700606712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114109514700606712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114109514700606712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/02/adeeeee.html' title='Adeeeee'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-114097093030330262</id><published>2006-02-27T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:22:10.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EnoughisEnough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is it fated? Or part of a destiny that even i can't do anything about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is purely disappointment. In many different aspect. I feel like i've settled for second best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am a stupid girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why do i feel so horrible? So stoned off feelings? Where was tha bubbly face? That happy-go-lucky personality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am a bad fairy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-114097093030330262?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114097093030330262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=114097093030330262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114097093030330262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/114097093030330262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/02/enoughisenough.html' title='EnoughisEnough'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113998171342177779</id><published>2006-02-15T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:15:08.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what i found&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't that a crazy word that makes hearts thump faster, minds slowing down and being lost in the midst of courage and pride, yet the dictionary made it so simple to understand. Then why in the real world, its so hard to comprehend? Its makes individuals go berserk? What is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This year's valentine's day was really different! Baz: Thanx for making it this way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A smile was all that was needed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-2 more days to the smell of freedom! i could sleep in as late and do whatever i wan. Marks the end of attachment. I'm gonna go for a overhaul!-&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/9127858-113998171342177779?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113998171342177779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113998171342177779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113998171342177779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113998171342177779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113936851455991703</id><published>2006-02-08T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:15:14.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly is my middle name</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Silly is my middle name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I marvelled the way how i'm always so blur especially when it comes to dealing with impt stuff. Can i be abit less BLUR?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing in this world is ever sugary-and mashmellowish. I learnt it the hard way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone said courtrooms are the hearts. I beg to differ. To me courtrooms are the brains. A place where you weight ur pros and cons. A place where the angel and devil quarrel. A place when you are being questioned on common sense. A place where everything is black and white. While the heart is where illusions are. It always filled with flowers and colours. A place where you dun think what you did is silly even though to another person it is the stupidest thing. In the heart, nothing is right or wrong. Nothing is common sense. Nothing has pros and cons. Everything juz feels right. Everything juz feels interesting. A place where there is no angel and no devil. And sometimes when you follow your heart, it might nv turns out the way you wan things to be. But one thing for sure, you dun leave with regret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Confusing Ain't it?-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-113936851455991703?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113936851455991703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113936851455991703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113936851455991703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113936851455991703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/02/silly-is-my-middle-name.html' title='Silly is my middle name'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113889461726206441</id><published>2006-02-02T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:50:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its messy its blurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its messy Its blurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There so much i want to say. Yet why i feel trapped like there's nowhere to go? I feel like i'm playing a chess game. Thinking deep at what my next move should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A little girl's diary. One that ain't filled with booze, smoke and sex. One so pure in its form. Its innocence for all to witness. A naive mind that has made her look oh so young. She has plenty to learn. Where some thinks she has not weathered any storm. Too safe in her small abandoned island. There is no politics, no controversy. Its juz her and her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it really that bad to have a wonderland?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-113889461726206441?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113889461726206441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113889461726206441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113889461726206441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113889461726206441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-messy-its-blurry.html' title='Its messy its blurry'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113818275796601415</id><published>2006-01-25T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T17:54:02.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law of the seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Law of the Seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My colleague juz sent me a mail awhile ago and its called law of the seed. Toking about how many seeds u actually finds on an apple tree. Though there are many seeds (as there are many apples) on a tree, but why do u need so many seeds to grow a few more apple trees? Now, its a lesson learnt from nature coz most seeds dun grow. Which is why u need to plant more seeds. And in layman's term is by not giving up on the first try. One should try more times to succeed as successful people usually tries more den once, be it going for 20 interviews or meeting a special one out of 100 acquintances. And when one doesn't have a "should be/have" attitude, there wun be much disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No expectations brings no disappointment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Its really true.. don't you think? I mean why would people stop at once someone rejects them. Actually its good to be patient and tries somemore time.. coz only then you noe you are not walking away feeling the regrets. Easier said then done. I know perfectly well! I know all about it. This is something i am going to inculcate. Riggght??! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He will make a way when there seems to be no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-113818275796601415?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113818275796601415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113818275796601415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113818275796601415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113818275796601415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/01/law-of-seed.html' title='Law of the seed'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113794840914218248</id><published>2006-01-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:26:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Spenc juz turned 21 ytd. Hmm.. and now i'm counting down to mine as well. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are days for lying in and doing nothing.. precisely what i did for most of the day. I'm such a bummie. Supposed to go for a swim downstairs.. and it poured outside. Urgh!! I'll be too lazy to do so anyway. So ended up helping out with my mum making all those pineapple tarts and cleaning up. Okie i didnt really clean up but at least i tried.. haha! And those are yum, i believe i ate more den i baked. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.. i totally forgot to publish that post last nite.. i'm such a goon. Tried reading some work dat i bought home and as everyone could guess i fell aslp while reading them. I guess, habits die hard.. hmm.. i mean i could stay up all nite with my novel but when it comes to school work or plain work.. i dozed off. How typical of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realise there is one big regret of my poly days, why didnt i do what i wanted and join NRA?!! I mean okie.. it was kinda jpopish in the past but at least i could have done what i always loved to do!! PERFORM!! Arggh!!!&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/9127858-113794840914218248?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113794840914218248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113794840914218248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113794840914218248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113794840914218248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/01/ordinary.html' title='Ordinary'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113748387769516640</id><published>2006-01-17T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:44:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH MY BRAINS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-113748387769516640?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113748387769516640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113748387769516640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113748387769516640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113748387769516640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/01/none.html' title='none'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113746828962949395</id><published>2006-01-17T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:28:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its seems like with each song, with each movement, we tend to think of things that has passed. Be it happy memories or not so happy ones and of different people that has impacted our lives one way or another. Everyday is filled with surprises, be it good ones or not so good ones. And apart from having to live a mundane life, our life is actually not that routine with new things constantly happening around us. Juz that at many times, we choose to be oblivious to those changes and ignore the world spinning round and round. I'm one step closer to being a adult, feeling the pressure and the responsibility that i'm no longer a kid, my mum is no longer 30 and she is aging. Its scary if you really think about it. What have i accomplish in this life? Up till this point in life? Have i really led a fulfilling life? Have i really found a shore, a land that belongs to me or am i still floating out in seas seeing all the beautiful boats and dreaming bout that "madagascar"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People seems to come and go rather quickly. How many of those people actually sticks around long enough to see each and every happening that's in your life? I wish i could be one that sticks around with those frens. Mayb by now many girlfrens have learnt that fact, but there are some other frens, that i sometimes feel like saying that our frenship doesnt only base on laughter and making merry, whenever we encounter a stone, there's me lending out my hand and listening ear. That, i would consider a real frenship!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think i need to get in touch with my soul.. i suddenly feel lost!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-113746828962949395?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113746828962949395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113746828962949395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113746828962949395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113746828962949395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2006/01/memories_17.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113504792534221852</id><published>2005-12-20T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:05:25.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girls' Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's a Girls' Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The competition is less than 4 hrs away. Sitting here in the office and running through the steps is not doing very well for the nerves. I'm jittery. Irregardless of the countless competition that i've taken part, there's still always anxiety. Afraid i might screw up later, wrong move, wrong count, wrong timing, fall down, you name it... And unlike a performance, usually i feel like its such a breeze but this time we are actually being judged! The energy level, the coordination, even the way i move my ass will be taken into consideration which makes it so scary. Told myself i'm juz going to go out there put on my best and do what i always do best. But at this moment, i'm still nervous! I'm a perfectionist, i aim for the dance to be flawless, aim for my moves to be skilled to perfection which is why i'm so wound up in the office going through the music again and again running through the steps in my mind over and over again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning i woke up feeling pretty f-uped coz i didnt exactly had the most pleasant night last night. Firstly "he" commented on my display pic. "he" didnt like the way i took the picture. started saying that i changed.. can't deny that i wasn't upset when i heard that because i didnt tot i really changed. Or mayb i did. I could tell.. Am i no longer like the girl who was in vini? Mayb i aint anymore. I think i grew, i matured, i had an attitude makeover.. i'm confused all over again.  Then, i got dissappointed. Someone kinda promised something.. yet didnt fulfil that promised. And that promised has already been made twice. Sometimes, i juz wish, no one promises anything then there will be no disappointment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys are full of disappointment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls are full of expectations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we all didnt have expectations, then there wun be disappointment. If they didnt disappoint us, we wun have expectations. Everything needs two hands to clap. And i'm having a serious case of PMS!! Arggghhhhh!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guessed what i just heard, the tixs to the competition are being sold out! Freak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- i'm out of here -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-113504792534221852?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113504792534221852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113504792534221852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113504792534221852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113504792534221852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-girls-affair.html' title='It&apos;s a Girls&apos; Affair'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113466381342247620</id><published>2005-12-16T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:23:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Par-tay Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Par-tay Nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its only less den 24 hours away from the performance at convention tomorrow. Even though with all the SYF and cheerleading experiences i'm still experiencing butterflies.. jitters over if they dance is good, the turn out of convention nite as well as the crowd...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishes everything goes smoothly... Will update about tml..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To him: I juz realised what is actually good for you and i am respecting you! Hope things will change for the better.. All i wan is to see you happy!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To a particular oldie: Thanx for helping me out with the report today!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-out-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-113466381342247620?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113466381342247620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113466381342247620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113466381342247620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113466381342247620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/12/par-tay-nite.html' title='Par-tay Nite'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113212932736790260</id><published>2005-11-16T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:22:07.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Nerd I'm a Party Girl I'm a Princess all i need is Girl Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm a Nerd I'm a Party Girl I'm a Princess all i need is Girl Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You called and my hearts thump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm trying to untangle but i fall deeper deeper into the slums&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not in love (i'm lying)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in love ( with myself) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selfish you called me.. i agreed.. satan gave the devil horns.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I scream i shout i cry.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm tired! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotionless.. Numb.. i cant feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dun give a damn i dun wan to care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But why do my heart hurts like its rip into 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am i always looking for something new..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont want to go running away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Break freeeeee.... breatheeeeee but the air is stale...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arghh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it i wan? I no longer knew.. i'm juz a party girl.. wild and havoc..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the nerd.. little miss where have you been??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need my mantra i need my prerogative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to play by my rules.. I need to go with the flow.. i want nature to take its course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A total attitude makeover.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screeeemeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's a bitch for me now, suddenly its all white trash...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to walk but i dun wan to walk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate myself..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's that ade!!! where's that spunk.. that attitude.. that person i wan to be??!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dun need to be judged. I am my own person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if its meant to be it will be.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fight the feeling Leave it alone It just aint enough to leave my happy home Let's keep it friendly You have to play fair See I dont care But I know we ain't gonna wanna share &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-pissed out-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-113212932736790260?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113212932736790260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113212932736790260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113212932736790260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113212932736790260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-nerd-im-party-girl-im-princess-all_16.html' title='I&apos;m a Nerd I&apos;m a Party Girl I&apos;m a Princess all i need is Girl Power'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113141365296531589</id><published>2005-11-08T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:34:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Split Personalilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Split Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Human are made up of so many cells and so many chromosomes that its hard to believe that there is only one kind of character in us. I certainly don't believe in that. Throughout this rollar coaster week, i've thought of many many things. Heights that i'm afraid to reach and feelings thats of denial. But i've realised ONE thing, and that is all of us have split personality. The persona that you gives out may not be what you are feeling inside. Some says i'm just putting on a brave front and some sees me crumble. It a matter of who we want to show which side of us to. At least its something i have found out about myself. There's always 2 side to the story and likewise there 2 sides of me. Naughty Vs Nice. Devilish Vs Angelic. Mean Vs Kind. n the list goes on. One could be a sweet little angelic girl in the day and turned into a punkish gothic doll in the night. I'm not sure if u understand my ramblings but yeah.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it had been a rollar-coaster weekend for me. Been up to heaven and down in hell. I realised that when things are going bad for me.. and when i thought god was punishing me, i know the world doesnt solely revolve around me becoz many others are having their own problems, their own sob story. I feel like i'm running away from all the problems and refuses to see them eye to eye. But i'm not going to be that tortoise and i'm not going to hide in my shell. I shall come out and face the music. I will learn to be independent like V taught and i will deal with it with a matured mind. I'm going to sit down with a clean sheet of paper to work on and slowly sort out this big surreal blur. Untie knots and unbuckle thoughts. I need strength to pull thru. I need hope to see me thru. Most importantly, i need courage!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*I'm a Princess. I'm a butterfly girl. But now, I'm juz a butterfly girl with a broken wing*&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/9127858-113141365296531589?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113141365296531589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113141365296531589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113141365296531589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113141365296531589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/11/split-personalilty.html' title='Split Personalilty'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113073915802497223</id><published>2005-10-31T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:19:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, everyone's life and future is a big question mark. You can never guess what is in store for you. And usually life is never like how you dreamt it would be like or how much you wishes it will be like. You could never have imagine what could happen until they have happened. Its like getting hit by a big yellow bus. Thats the excitement of life, i suppose. Celebrated my birthday last saturday. It was quite a celebration, one of those times that will stay in my memory bank for a long long time. It was one of those days where you juz let loose and have some fun and allowing that part of me that was hidden inside of me for too long to come out and play. The anticipation and andrenaline rush was so great it feels like driving down the highway on a bike flying through the wind at 200km/h. Its good to be different for ahwile. And using this opportunity i wanna thank these khakis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls (Charm, Jeanette, Cheryl, Charl, Trish n Jean): Thanx for all the taking care of me. Of all the fun.. from embarassing me at fish &amp;amp; co to making me eat the banana on the podium and for making me count fingers. Haha!!! You guys are the greatest gfs i ever had. And thanx for all the warm fuzzy prezzies.. totally love it!! Thank you for making it all so memorable and partying hard with me.. All my bootylicious princesses i love you!!!! Charl - you certainly dun need crash course.. i can see you dancing so hard. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys (Mark, Ivan, Em, Sammy, Andy, danny, wes): Thanx guys for protecting the princesses haha.. and taking of this little one here. I really had fun.. (ivan) thanx for the drinks (em) thanx for all ur chiding and taking care. U'll one big teddy!! haha (mark) thanx ar.. for playing that prank on me.. you must have been that mastermind rite? haha... the prezzie love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i may have done many silly things ( now i noe why i neck is aching) and sorry for embarassing those people i've been toking gibberish to. haha!! but i knew what i was toking about!! hahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-outtie-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-113073915802497223?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113073915802497223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113073915802497223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113073915802497223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113073915802497223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/10/lifes-mystery.html' title='Life&apos;s a mystery'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113040074558500393</id><published>2005-10-27T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:17:44.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Nite Stand.Clubbing.Cute Vs Attitude Girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;One Nite Stand. Clubbing. Cute vs Attitude Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A regualr picture of a sexy hot mama strutting her stuff in a club. Man goes up and buys her a drink. They danced. They got high and sweaty. They leave the club and checks in. And there you have it, their private rendeavour! Girls are selling themselves short and without dignity. Spoiling the market for the rest of us. First impression guys have on girls would never be the same again. There is no self respect even for us. And guys only thinks of girls as toys. How many guys would not be turn on with the way a pretty girl sashays around and shaking her ass. But life's not just for a fuck. Was toking to a childhood fren about clubbing and the phonies you meet there. Some girls are willing to give u a lap dance juz as long as you sign them in or buy them a drink. some guys are attrociously immature who only plans on flaunting their wealth and believing they could get any girls to slp with them juz as long as they buys u a drink and signs u into the vip area. As for frens you made there. How many of them are actually more than juz hi bye frens and how many frens do you actually go out with in the broad day light. I doubt there are many. And why would these people still bothers to put on a smiling face everytime nite falls and when they goes in queue? I'm certainly not criticising clubber's behaviours as i'm a clubber myself. These are some of my perceptions over certain issues. As there are people who clubs for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;And we went on about girls. Some girls are naturally cute. however, these girls are different from those who act cute. There is a difference so as to speak. And naturally adorable ones doesnt need to pose with a V sign while taking photo to be cute. They could have a attitude of their own. A mind of their own. Speaking out what they wan think what they think. So why cant people juz live with the fact that not all cute girls are whiny, poses with a V sign and speaks funnily....&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/9127858-113040074558500393?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113040074558500393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113040074558500393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113040074558500393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113040074558500393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-nite-standclubbingcute-vs-attitude.html' title='One Nite Stand.Clubbing.Cute Vs Attitude Girls.'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-113030548356688197</id><published>2005-10-26T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:16:43.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life's a irony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When there is too much work we complain&lt;br /&gt;When there is no work we complain&lt;br /&gt;When he is always calling us we complain&lt;br /&gt;When he doesnt have time to call we complain&lt;br /&gt;When we have to mug for exams we complain&lt;br /&gt;When we doesnt have to mug and are working we complain&lt;br /&gt;Life is just full of complains. Trouble comes with a over-sensitive mind. Thinking of how people sees and think of us. Wouldnt we all be happier if there were no complains? Just enjoying the pure simplicity of life? Complains makes one's mind cloud over with negativity and covers up the sunshine that is peeking out. Ahh.. a new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;Spoken to charl last nite and poured ourselves over wat we wanna do in the future. I mean we came to a conclusion that this attachment has not fully opened our eyes to a fulfilling future.&lt;br /&gt;What we want? What do we really really want to do with our life? That's still a qn with an unknown ans hanging in the air. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Going to go out for a feast today. Rewarding us for slogging our guts out for one month afterall its our first real professional working experience. Hmm. Good food always makes one feels good and giving us a sense of satisfaction. Weirdly true.&lt;br /&gt;Dance with char been great. A good sweaty workout. However, its been abit tedious to catch up after such a long break especially foot work as we started with their adv beg. As well as all the other competitors trying to outshine each other with shaking their booty and their sexy posses. Well i must say that char's senior can really dance. Arh. Diva. Carol's moves are getting better with more spunk and attitude. (i like) i just realise no matter how old you are you can be pretty skilled in hiphop as well. Just as long as you gives out that "i'm cool" aura. I'm just amazed. And fleshy girls.. well they can dance and shake man.. juz compare beyonce and like paris hilton.. see the difference! shout outs(yay) from fleshy ladies*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway skinny guys cant carry wearing business shirts and pants as well as beefy guys. Yeah thats true. It will certainly make skinny guys look flat at the butt. Ah.. now you wats with that V attraction.&lt;br /&gt;Life's like this... so well... i guess now's it back to the otherboringmundaneeiggy stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-outtie-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-113030548356688197?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113030548356688197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=113030548356688197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113030548356688197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/113030548356688197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/10/lifes-irony.html' title='Life&apos;s a Irony'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-112978009331607467</id><published>2005-10-20T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:48:13.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pit Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;15 Mins to lunch time and boy am i glad for this part of the day. It symbolises the fact that i've survived the first half of the day at work. Been pretty busy this couple of days (I like!) at least it keeps my brain working.. haha! Life's been mundane ever since attachment started. Been more of a couch potato den ever. Watched charmed last nite (finally) after i've like missed out on so many episodes. Oh well... And tonight after such a long time i'm going back to studio wu.. i mean i've always enjoyed classes there with char.. especially during the last hols because we were the one coming out with the mass dance. And all we do is bum around each other's house and dance dance dance. I certainly missed it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Told Cheryl all about V and sometimes i wonder what is he up to. One minute so warm and friendly, the next totally ugly. I mean wassup with the attitude. Or prolly i'm reading too much between the lines. We all argreed that i should stop thinking about it as he is not worth it man.. so i should juz drop it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okie.. i'm getting bored.. i'm outta here for now... *what does your pink chakra says? i needa check it out* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;xoxo&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/9127858-112978009331607467?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/112978009331607467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=112978009331607467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/112978009331607467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/112978009331607467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/10/pit-stop.html' title='Pit Stop'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-112953984433097690</id><published>2005-10-17T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:04:04.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alrighty... i guessed my blog have indeed gathered a hefty amount of cobwebs. Yesh peeps.. i'm finally back to blogging after that long rest. I mean come one who can resist the temptation of rambling on and on and on about things that other dun care 2 cents of knowing. And beside the point, i'm juz feeling really bored and lethargic at work. i was practically snoozing at my desk. I mean how worst can work get. After a not so scrumptious lunch u juz feel all tired. wishing you were back home lying on that all comfortable couch and watch some tv. Arggh! I muz be daydreaming again. Anyhow.. wat matter most is at least i've revamped my blogskin, created a new tag box (the other one expired) and giving it a new attitude. Love it! and i did that all in like erm.. 2 hrs.. haha.. tok about skiving.. precisely.. alright.. i'm outta here now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*one thing i'm really pissed off was the skin doesnt allow me to add in my links.. and i deleted them by accidently. daRn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&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/9127858-112953984433097690?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/112953984433097690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=112953984433097690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/112953984433097690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/112953984433097690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/10/backies.html' title='Backies!!!'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-112329122026123926</id><published>2005-08-06T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:20:20.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanx Guys!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey people.. i'm just gonna say blogging for the past few months has been fun.. however i guess i'm going to bid my blog goodbye for now and return only when i really feel like blogging yea?? So thanx for all those peeps out there who reads my blog and comment on them.. well.. dats all for now.. i'll return soon.i hope.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-112329122026123926?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/112329122026123926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=112329122026123926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/112329122026123926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/112329122026123926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanx-guys.html' title='Thanx Guys!!'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-112066431924131322</id><published>2005-07-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:38:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can't help myself but think of you constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You can call me selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hopelessly in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;All i need is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You can call unperfect but what am i gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Till the day i make you realise that my sky is no longer gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I will take care of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Baby, believe in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't wanna be anyway without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You can call me selfish all i want is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To noe nothing can push me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To noe my rainbow is in pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Search my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Call upon faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Selfishly i'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You have turn the movie in black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Selfishly i am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-112066431924131322?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/112066431924131322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=112066431924131322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/112066431924131322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/112066431924131322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/07/selfish.html' title='Selfish'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-111902512224652453</id><published>2005-06-18T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T00:18:42.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shitty??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;There is always nice and nasty things i could say to sum up this week. Well.. its ranting session.. been always a socket for me and my thoughts.. overflowing from the mind at work.  Why would i say nasty things. I mean i am of course pissed off. To think i spend so much effort into doing it. Hoping that this time round i really grasp the fark i'm suppose to know and there it is being all and forgotten. Could you have seen my horrified face when i saw the end product? I feel so thwarted, i mean how can i not feel the least infuriated. Look at it.. its all going down down and down... And i hadnt being feeling all smiley the entire week. My mum is out of town and i miss her like crazy. Coz the house feels so empty without her presence and baz is working now, lesser time to spend with me and then he comes home late and i'm doing work and he has to go to bed coz he is tired. What is all these man!!! A truely taxing week. My patience for myself is running dry.. Walls that doesn't listen, silence that muffles me up.. i am bleak oh so bleak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Happy.. of coz there are.. but i juz dun feel like toking about it now!! pause it for awhile when i'm all lovely hearts and sunshiney...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;It all sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-111902512224652453?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/111902512224652453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=111902512224652453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111902512224652453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111902512224652453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/06/shitty.html' title='shitty??'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-111608386448215638</id><published>2005-05-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:17:44.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starry night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;tonight's a rainy night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;the thunders roar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;the windows closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;as i cuddled up on my couch as my frens party the night away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;volka chinablack indochine and that was the previous night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;my way my time of partying the night till 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;now, i'm juz chilling in my PJs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;sch reopening fast approaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;wishing i had more time to party and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;but time do not wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;a new chapter is about to start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;as i venture into the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;now, i juz wan to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;how i wan the third year to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;i need to unravel the me that was being tucked away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;welcome me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-111608386448215638?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/111608386448215638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=111608386448215638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111608386448215638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111608386448215638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/05/starry-night.html' title='starry night'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-111461459191007353</id><published>2005-04-27T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:09:51.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo fanatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yeah.. as the title suggest, i've turned into a photo fanatic. Ha! Its juz that i am getting all the pictures i took this week from baz and char. And looking at them its juz so funny! *snap snap snap* ooh.. i need to learn how to upload the pictures on my blog so that u guys can see how goofy we people can get. Oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Been out shopping for the past 2 days.. i can alrd feel that i am going to be broke.. its a need to get in touch with the world of shopping after living in rural area for the past 4 days.. i wonder how much shopping i would do after coming back from actual camp.. i guess a shopaholic got to do wat a shopaholic do best.. make sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to watch Guess who with baz today. It is an amazing show.. totally heart warming and not forgetting hilarious too. Even though the story is pretty predictable and its a bit like meet the parents but it is definitely more romantic. I totally love their houses. Makes me fantasize only..bummer.. and I really had fun goofying around with baz.. he juz makes me tickle with his jokes.. and yum.. thanx for the pokey!! chocolate is as nice as strawberry.. haha!! Went to pennisula plaza to get his t-shirts.. yeah.. they look exactly the same as the topshop one.. cheater.. keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Gotten my timetable today.. i thank my stars that i didnt end up in the same class as hooters.. but den its sad that all my classmates (alright.. most of them) ain't gonna be in the same class as me.. so afraid that i might end up being so alone.. afterall its a brand new class.. *crosses fingers* however, there is a consolation, which is i gotten the elective i wanted.. marketing.. it was said to be one of the more popular course.. so guess i'm juz lucky! Yup.. the new sem is like starting in a month's time.. i am promising myself that i am going to my butt off for this last sem in sch after all i'm going to be shipped off to attachment the next semster.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alrighty.. think i better get going.. there is girl's hiphop tml and i'm going with char.. and we are going to get creative tml.. haha.. messy messy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-111461459191007353?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/111461459191007353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=111461459191007353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111461459191007353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111461459191007353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/04/photo-fanatic.html' title='photo fanatic'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-111448769766164893</id><published>2005-04-26T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T11:54:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you start anew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to learn to be more independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to stop being so unappreciative of ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to start caring about ppl's feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to stop being only about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to start understanding myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lastly, i think i need a new dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-111448769766164893?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/111448769766164893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=111448769766164893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111448769766164893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111448769766164893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-you-start-anew.html' title='when you start anew...'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-111263637010586885</id><published>2005-04-05T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T01:53:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neverending ferris wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.. that simple four letter word that spells out so much. No one can ever understand it fully and no one can actually succeed in explaining it. It should never be an understatement. It should be appreciated. So here i am trying to understand and explain it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My definition of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; is like a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;theme park...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Each rls one goes into is like taking a ride, be it the viking or the rollar coaster. Always an escapade that lingers in the mind. Some rides are mild yet breathtaking, while some others are intense and sensational. And when you get down from the ride, there are usually 3 senarios, one- you hated being on it and warn all ur frens nv to go on such a ride ever again, two- you can't wait to queue up all over again and re-experience all the excitement, third- you knew you enjoyed the ride yet you wouldnt want to pay another 5 bucks for taking it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After a tiring day in the theme park, when you finally got the chance to sit down, you would be thinking of all the rides you have sat, some, you would think of it more than the other.. some would be extravagantly humorous while some might juz make your stomach churn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh well, enuff said. Something you would only reckon when you are in one, or have been in one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*being in a rls is never easy.. the first step is to decide whether to step on that ride.. hold on tight*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-111263637010586885?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/111263637010586885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=111263637010586885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111263637010586885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111263637010586885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/04/neverending-ferris-wheel.html' title='neverending ferris wheel'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-111015847656889644</id><published>2005-03-07T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T09:21:16.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it might sound crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but dats exactly how it is now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we are taking this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;learning how not to be a loser..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so we are leaving each other behind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;taking a step back to peer closer to anticipate us nt being a fool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;our common song.. common feelings.. common thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but i don't wan to be like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i don't want to think like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;all i wan is colours in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-111015847656889644?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/111015847656889644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=111015847656889644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111015847656889644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/111015847656889644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/03/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-110856501532269708</id><published>2005-02-16T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:43:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sometimes we care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sometimes we care abit too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sometimes we poke our noses in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sometimes we evoke ur nostalgia feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sometimes we think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sometimes we help you think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sometimes there are so many things on the tip or our tongue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;yet we wouldnt dare say it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sometimes we knew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sometimes we don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sometimes we see things dat are block by you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;all we want is the rainbow to rise again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;however, if we are unclear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;please do not say things dat will hurt us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;becoz we only care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-110856501532269708?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/110856501532269708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=110856501532269708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/110856501532269708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/110856501532269708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/02/sometimes.html' title='sometimes...'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-110809094501204577</id><published>2005-02-11T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:04:41.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*LOVE*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it makes you tingle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it makes you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it brings sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;as well as rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it gives you the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it gives you the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it gives you the warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;as well as passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you learn to give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you yearn to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you learn to compromise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you learn the word predilection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there is faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there is hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and they is expectations, desire, promulgation of eternal love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. - Captain Corelli's Mandolin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*happy valentine's peeps!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-110809094501204577?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/110809094501204577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=110809094501204577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/110809094501204577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/110809094501204577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/02/love.html' title='*LOVE*'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9127858.post-110718343997538242</id><published>2005-01-31T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:00:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is like a caterpillar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was so awkward and fragile in its initial stage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slowly, it metamorphoses into a ravishing butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so fly away.. drown in this romance with the butterfly..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9127858-110718343997538242?l=piecesofmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/110718343997538242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9127858&amp;postID=110718343997538242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/110718343997538242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9127858/posts/default/110718343997538242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofmoi.blogspot.com/2005/01/magic.html' title='Magic!'/><author><name>The lady in pants</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
