<?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-26985426</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:13:32.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bra's depraved mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-6045979408952217683</id><published>2008-05-13T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:58:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a reminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to LJ a long time ago.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-6045979408952217683?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6045979408952217683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=6045979408952217683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6045979408952217683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6045979408952217683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-reminder-moved-to-lj-long-time-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-1203110442959019427</id><published>2007-10-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:25:10.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, many things have happened. There was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Linette's Farewell Bbq thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RwepLuXrnAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rwcK-14bwyY/s1600-h/Lin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118245520420871170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RwepLuXrnAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rwcK-14bwyY/s320/Lin%27s+farewell+BBQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our LONG awaited outing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweoqeXrm_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/5looSh2lxGQ/s1600-h/love!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118244949190220786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweoqeXrm_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/5looSh2lxGQ/s320/love!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and silly neoprint booth shots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Rwen8-Xrm-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/bZy5G0w0WCY/s1600-h/love+(2)!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118244167506172898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Rwen8-Xrm-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/bZy5G0w0WCY/s320/love+(2)!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My new job as an (smart) intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RwenpOXrm9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/zHs6gFdMeAU/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118243828203756498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RwenpOXrm9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/zHs6gFdMeAU/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweYO-Xrm8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/G0XDfgsJw30/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118226884557773762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweYO-Xrm8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/G0XDfgsJw30/s320/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweXKeXrm7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/5DtLZi5KCQ8/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118225707736734642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweXKeXrm7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/5DtLZi5KCQ8/s320/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the whole factory model all by myself on this Sketchup software. (And I learned that NUS Architecture students only learn to use this software in Year Two. Well done, Deborah!) I was only taught once how to use it and left alone to complete it. It took me a day to finish it. (although previously, I took a week but because I forgot to save it thrice, I had to redo again. Anyway, I don't think you understand me and I'm too lazy to explain. So whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Many many more things happened like how I met some really interesting people at Spins last night.. They made me laugh so much. I found someone who is scarier than me. And someone actually thinks I'm fierce. I'm not, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This also marks my very last entry here. I'm gonna switch to LJ (like finally right) Those who have my LJ add, just add. It is time for more privacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerios! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-1203110442959019427?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1203110442959019427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=1203110442959019427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1203110442959019427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1203110442959019427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-many-things-have-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RwepLuXrnAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rwcK-14bwyY/s72-c/Lin%27s+farewell+BBQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5532893075440160527</id><published>2007-09-20T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:56:38.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Last day of work&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweQ9-Xrm5I/AAAAAAAAANk/wkqCuxjsnlA/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118218895918603154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweQ9-Xrm5I/AAAAAAAAANk/wkqCuxjsnlA/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweQpeXrm4I/AAAAAAAAANc/QDbUPAZjD8k/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118218543731284866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweQpeXrm4I/AAAAAAAAANc/QDbUPAZjD8k/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweQG-Xrm3I/AAAAAAAAANU/jc1vMOxoxgw/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118217951025798002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweQG-Xrm3I/AAAAAAAAANU/jc1vMOxoxgw/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweLPOXrm2I/AAAAAAAAANM/VyhS4AF97C0/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118212595201579874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweLPOXrm2I/AAAAAAAAANM/VyhS4AF97C0/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweKf-Xrm1I/AAAAAAAAANE/wmGRK5cl_ok/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118211783452760914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweKf-Xrm1I/AAAAAAAAANE/wmGRK5cl_ok/s320/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were ALL my farewell presents. It had only been a month of work and this was how everyone treated me. Although I'm not a fan of flowers and stuff, I was truly touched. Even the evil woman gave me something (the bouquet of flowers and the mouse) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-5532893075440160527?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5532893075440160527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5532893075440160527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5532893075440160527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5532893075440160527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-day-of-work-these-were-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RweQ9-Xrm5I/AAAAAAAAANk/wkqCuxjsnlA/s72-c/DSC00153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-7513520259133571962</id><published>2007-09-19T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:57:29.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunch at Sushi Tei, 3 of us chalked a bill of $51. Comfort food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been such a long time since I last stayed up late. It has given me a headache and work for the &lt;strong&gt;last &lt;/strong&gt;day tomorrow isn’t of any help. Although we didn’t have as much fun as we had at Spins, we found amusement in poking fun at an &lt;em&gt;ah lian&lt;/em&gt;. Her shrieking voice was totally unbearable and gahhh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Ni bo yao wo le…….” Ewwww.. yucks! Yucks! Yucks! And it took so long for the one of a kind slow Jo to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Homeclub. Tomorrow, I’ve to clean my freaking messy room. Tell me I don’t have a sad enough life. Oh! My mum got new curtains and blinds for my room because she claims I’m always flashing myself to the neigbhours opposite. Honestly, I don’t care. I’m so small anyway…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-7513520259133571962?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7513520259133571962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=7513520259133571962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7513520259133571962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7513520259133571962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-such-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-8817896423164202344</id><published>2007-09-13T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:23:00.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gwad I can take this no longer. I HAVE to bitch! I hate my executive and so what if she is my executive. Mutual respect must exist. If you don't have respect for me, you can just dream on about me treating you nice. So anyway, I hate working at this firm. It is not the people I hate but A person whom &lt;strong&gt;I cant stand&lt;/strong&gt;. The very look of her stinks the air and dampens my day.&lt;br /&gt;She's freaking bossy and the number &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rule in Deborah's Book of  "Don't Step on her Toes" is NOT TO PUSH HER AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: "Next time I check and I find any mistake, I'll knock your head!"&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate task, she made me redo 9 documents THREE f-ing times because each time she checked there was something wrong. Wrong meaning mistakes like she wanted the words to be Italics Bold then she wanted me to remove the inverted commas then the word "the". Why couldn't she just tell at one go? Mind you, all 3 times I had to re-print all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this morning, I spotted TWO mistakes in her work. I told her off.&lt;br /&gt;(*pause. Blink blink. Gahhh... I hate her stupid blinking) :" Oh okay.. I'll change it"&lt;br /&gt;I was gloating in my heart. I felt so superior. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she wanted me to do some BizFiling for her and I got stuck. She came by my desk to check on me. I hate the manner she talks. It just irritates and pisses me off. My jet black face and one worded answers were clear signs that I hated her. Like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:" Are you angry with me?"&lt;br /&gt;OMG, like how childish can you get?&lt;br /&gt;: "NO!" I said it in my most loud, most firm voice. She must have peed. Anyway, I was damn happy that she sensed my hate for her. I smiled at the computer screen while my back faced her. In the corner, I heard my colleague snigger. We have been bitching about for a week now, ever since I confessed my dislike for her. To my surprise, I wasn't an exception!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tendered my resignation today. And it is not because of that stinky woman but I'm going to work as an intern at an Architecture Firm starting next week! I'm so excited. At least, people there will be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Miss Annoyance will miss my hostility towards her. Some people like her kind just cant live without irritating another human being. All thanks to her, she is losing me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-8817896423164202344?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8817896423164202344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=8817896423164202344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8817896423164202344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8817896423164202344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-my-gwad-i-can-take-this-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5673587503782547637</id><published>2007-09-13T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:05:09.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl I told you what it is and it just ain’t like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can’t you look at me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re still in love with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't leave me crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby why can’t we just start all over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you’re telling me it won’t be enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life, there's no such thing as a perfect relationship. I have my imperfections and so do you. I know our relationship was once an almost perfect one. I want to make it work, at least once more. If this chance is blown (once again), you can forever condemn me.&lt;br /&gt;Our years together can't be forgotten in just an blink of an eye. You know the promises I made to and I remembered yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know it’s a lie what you’re keeping inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is not how you want it to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-5673587503782547637?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5673587503782547637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5673587503782547637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5673587503782547637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5673587503782547637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-will-it-take-to-make-you-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5914941480613732015</id><published>2007-09-11T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:35:18.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister’s call wasn’t a mistake. I knew what was coming and I let it be because I wanted you to know the truth. The truth of what I had done. There was no way for me to tell you neither am I going to explain why I did what I did or justify those actions. I know I’m wrong and I know I brought this all upon myself. No one is to be blamed. I guess knowing my mistakes now aren’t going to change anything because this time it is for real, for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to sit at the spot we did by the river over having lunch with my colleagues. I sat under my umbrella reliving the silly moment we spent hiding from the heavy rain while everyone franticly ran away in search of shelter. Each time looking towards the empty spot on my right, wishing you were there. Flashbacks of the times we had crossed my mind….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day you came down to meet me for lunch, I brought you to eat the beef noodles that you’ve grown to love.&lt;br /&gt;Another time, I brought you down the basement of Chervon House to eat at the crowded Korean place. I know you loved their Bulgogi.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday after that, you came down just to have lunch with me. Each time, I left earlier and returned later to office. Most of the time, we just sat at the spot in front of the river to bask and spend time talking about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;We shopped for our “cheap” sushi and snacks at Carrefour. I t was for dinner during the NDP full dress rehearsal at the floating platform. We were hoping to see fireworks but instead we found amusement in the silly “Seaweed” signs that was held on stage. You stepped on the little girl’s foot and switched seats with me because she wouldn’t stop annoying me. That night at Billy Bomber’s, I remembered you shaped your fingers and blew me a heart bubble across the table.&lt;br /&gt;We ate your first Ramly Burger together. It was a Wednesday. We ate it another time on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The day you rushed down after school (just so we got to meet at least once a week.), we had dinner at Dome. It was a Thursday. Then we strolled along the river towards Esplanade then to Marine Parade just so you could try their Mango Kakigori. You were so silly not to know the “sauce” was actually mango syrup.&lt;br /&gt;You wore your green shirt for me because you knew I liked it and I was there when you bought it. We had our Thai Express dinner. It was your first time eating their Red Bean dessert. I know you love. It was a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;We ate my first Swordfish collarbone together. You rushed to town right after your tkd camp so we could meet. It was a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Babe, I think you are the one (too). You’re the one that I want to marry. I know it’s you.” *Brings my hand towards your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches when I remind myself of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m home, I’m too drained to do anything much less have dinner. At seven, I just go to bed. Maybe it is my way of letting my stomach feel the pain while taking the pain away from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing I can do that will make them go away. I am thinking about her. I am thinking about her even though I don't want to think about her. I am thinking about her. I am thinking about her because I can't forget her, because I continue to look back at her. She is the only one. I can't let go of what once was and what will never be again. I can't face the fact that she is gone &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I can't face the fact that it was me who drove her away. I was with her. I loved her. I drove her away. I am thinking about her even though I don't want to think about her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a second chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-5914941480613732015?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5914941480613732015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5914941480613732015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5914941480613732015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5914941480613732015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-sisters-call-wasnt-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-2286506663994676198</id><published>2007-09-10T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:05:41.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;DanceFloor Anthem- Good Charlotte &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not the only one with a fragile heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it that easy to forget the places we went? The places we ate? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The places we wanted to go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it that easy to forget the memories we share?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it that easy to just find someone fit for your fragile heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22 months was a time sufficient for you and I to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I've my flaws, I'm not perfect but I try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont forget I was the one who went all the way to Jurong just to give you that hug you needed, to buy you the meal you craved so badly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont forget how I surprised you at your doorstep with your breakfast?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont forget the numerous blows I got for being with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this ain't love then what is? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont forget the food you dreamt of cooking for me, the apartment we wished to live in, the pets we'll keep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont forget how you brought my hand to your lips. Just to show me how you felt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont forget how we gave each other squeezing hugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this ain't love then what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I guess I was wrong about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it me you think of when you come across some place new?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it me that you see everywhere you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it me that's on your mind the first thing in the morning? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last before you sleep?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were the best couple in town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We break up, it's something that we're doing now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone has got to do it some time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's okay, let it go&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get out and find another one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to be dripping on the phone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-2286506663994676198?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2286506663994676198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=2286506663994676198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2286506663994676198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2286506663994676198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/09/dancefloor-anthem-good-charlotte-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5408840541032401954</id><published>2007-09-07T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:18:02.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched Ratatouille (Rat-a-too-ee).  Heheh.  I love it SO so much! Especially Remy's fatty fatty brother. Makes me wanna pinch him so badly. I give it 5 &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; stars, everyone should go watch! So anyway, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO START DOING MY PORTFOLIO. Sigh. Starting something is JUST so hard. I wish on a falling star that my dad will get me a Mac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;She's going out to forget they were together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;All the time, she was taken for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;She wants to see if there's more out there.&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/26985426-5408840541032401954?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5408840541032401954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5408840541032401954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5408840541032401954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5408840541032401954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-watched-ratatouille-rat-too-ee.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-7554566086249697664</id><published>2007-09-05T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:06:26.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugly people I hate. Although sometimes I pity them, other than that I still dislike them. I don't associate myself with them.&lt;br /&gt;People around me say you’re ugly (and I could do better), I hide you from them. Is it cos I’m afraid they’re right about it and I'm too ashame of you or is it cos I cared too much for you to be hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to a drool patch on my right, the exact spot I found on your pillow we slept on.&lt;br /&gt;Walking myself to the station, and on the grass lies a bottle of Yeo’s Lemon Barley drink.&lt;br /&gt;Entering the lift reeking of your Victory League scent.&lt;br /&gt;Were all these mere coincidence or were they signs or was I just reading too much into them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, it feels like I’m stuck in reverse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me gone, I will. But then again, why had you ask me over on 8 May. I shouldn’t have gone cos now it’s harder to leave than it previously was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be so needy but I can't help being.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want a hug to tell me you'll be here forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you care?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wish I could be every little thing you wanted. All the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-7554566086249697664?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7554566086249697664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=7554566086249697664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7554566086249697664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7554566086249697664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/09/ugly-people-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-6523076437359107002</id><published>2007-08-29T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:03:07.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna apply for La Salle! No more wishy-washy indecisive-ness anymore. I haven't told my parents on my decision yet, they still think I'm gonna apply for NIE. Bleah. (I mean this is the WORST case senario. Who sees me as a teacher, has got to be kidding.....) BUT my portfolio has to be in-the-making... Grr. Side-note: To hell with this current job, it's a temporary permanent job and anyway it pays well. Did I mention I got my FIRST pay after TWO weeks of non-SENSE work??? $713 after deduction of CPF and whatnots. Not bad right? Heh. I might just start my shopping spree soooooooooon. Hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-6523076437359107002?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6523076437359107002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=6523076437359107002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6523076437359107002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6523076437359107002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-gonna-apply-for-la-selle-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-7166678668458668796</id><published>2007-08-21T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:40:38.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change my blog to livejournal pretty soon (so that I can write about certain stuff without certain people being nosey, irritating and annoying) and I promise I'll update more regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, I hate my job. I want to study. VERY BADLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-7166678668458668796?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7166678668458668796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=7166678668458668796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7166678668458668796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7166678668458668796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-people-im-gonna-check-my-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-2565521759184552076</id><published>2007-08-04T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:04:34.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RrQ3eBsUQfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mLrWbO5qSfU/s1600-h/deborah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094758067452789234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RrQ3eBsUQfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mLrWbO5qSfU/s320/deborah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've been up to......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RrQ29RsUQeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/afE2wq0p3U0/s1600-h/deborah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094757504812073442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RrQ29RsUQeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/afE2wq0p3U0/s320/deborah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Aunt has a hobby and I'm just taking part in it. It was fun! Go view more of her work and comments on them, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanka/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Check Here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story: You don't need to have height to be a model. Heh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-2565521759184552076?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2565521759184552076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=2565521759184552076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2565521759184552076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2565521759184552076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/08/lately.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RrQ3eBsUQfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mLrWbO5qSfU/s72-c/deborah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-3648804394432206521</id><published>2007-07-04T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:04:31.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The kitchen + toilet renovations started on Monday (9am SHARP). I was literally shaken out of bed actually.... so was everyone else. We haven't totally packed and sealed the doors and blah blah.... Two days of drilling, hacking and noise have come and gone. My mum marvelled at how I could sleep through ALL the noise. I took an afternoon nap on Monday (for three hours) and I slept till 12pm the next day(Tuesday) when they started the drilling shit at 9 am SHARP again. Today is peaceful since they only need to mix the cement and sand and lie the tiles and the what nots.. plus I'm not even home.&lt;br /&gt;Adios people!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-3648804394432206521?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3648804394432206521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=3648804394432206521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3648804394432206521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3648804394432206521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/07/kitchen-toilet-renovations-started-on.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5537924304176348853</id><published>2007-06-26T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T15:56:05.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;When does an addiction become an addiction?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/sen5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating the yummy onigiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/sen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then "Someone who has huge teeth gap(s)" dropped seaweed/rice grains on the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/sen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me... look at the donkey's left ear. Spot the piece of green thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/sen4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/sen8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even have to try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="299" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/sen7.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tandem ride. My trishaw uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/sen10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want you to know and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget about the past because &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now You're every little thing I ever wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever and ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAG Replies!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LP, &lt;/strong&gt;how are your exams coming along??? I just texted you. R-E-P-L-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azie,&lt;/strong&gt; haha I got someone to download for me already. Thanks anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clare,&lt;/strong&gt; people who get periods on the same day are best friends!! Too bad it doesn't include you.. Hohohohooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weiling,&lt;/strong&gt; Correction: I sneaked out AFTER songs. Stupid girl, you exclaimed so loudly.. I think everyone knew I was escaping from voting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-5537924304176348853?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5537924304176348853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5537924304176348853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5537924304176348853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5537924304176348853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-does-addiction-become-addiction.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-1888439345363169330</id><published>2007-06-20T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:17:45.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I want these songs in my playlist.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I'm love with Dishwalla's songs.&lt;br /&gt;1) Every little thing&lt;br /&gt;2) Somewhere in the Middle&lt;br /&gt;3) Angels or Devils&lt;br /&gt;4) Candleburn&lt;br /&gt;5) Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellogoodbye's songs are kinda cutesy and nice too.&lt;br /&gt;6) Baby, it's fact (currently playing as you are reading.)&lt;br /&gt;7) Oh, is this love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you were looking out for songs to download, this might be of some help. (Not that I'm encouraging you to... But when you do, send them to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAG Replies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mui&lt;/strong&gt;, who asked you to pose for those pics like that??! It is a form of amusement which needs to be shared! Study hard okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clare&lt;/strong&gt;, I bought a new bag!! You will faint when you look at it and when I tell you the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weiling&lt;/strong&gt;, I was at church but you weren't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azie&lt;/strong&gt;, hahah I &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; listen to nice songs what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-1888439345363169330?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1888439345363169330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=1888439345363169330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1888439345363169330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1888439345363169330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-these-songs-in-my-playlist.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-8727400980045564748</id><published>2007-06-14T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:06:32.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Hot Flushes and Cold Feet only lasted that night. I'm jumping about and lazying around as per normal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to meet my pregant babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="448" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/mypregantbabe.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="450" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/mypregantbabe2.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="332" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/mypregantbabe3.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:" Baby I can't wait for Dim Sum tmr!!'&lt;br /&gt;:" Yeah! The thought of it is making my mouth water!"&lt;br /&gt;:" But your mouth is always watering! You watered my hair yesterday." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-8727400980045564748?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8727400980045564748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=8727400980045564748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8727400980045564748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8727400980045564748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/06/hot-flushes-and-cold-feet-only-lasted.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5641256548458887398</id><published>2007-06-12T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:07:36.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you were wondering how I'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my mum and I are talking normally and stuff. I'm thankful that I'm (more or less) accepted/ forgiven by her.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I haven't been replying your messages.&lt;br /&gt;:"You must have saved alot alot alot of your messages."&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I'm glad we had our sushi bingeing on Sunday. At least, I'm not gonna grow fat alone. There are &lt;strong&gt;two others&lt;/strong&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; Shrek 3 and Ocean's Thirteen yesterday. So if you wanna date me for a movie.. I'm still available for POTC. Heh. I liked Ocean's Thirteen, so much so I actually dreamt of it last night. I was one of the thirteen in the mission of stealing from the casino. Hahaha. Oh anyway, did I mention I experienced Hot flushes &lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt; Cold feet last night??!! (No, it is not because of my absolutely silly dream) So although my upper body was feeling hot like hell hot, I was covering myself in blanket because my feet were freezing. Talk about being psychotic. I've absolutely &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; idea what's wrong with me :( My whole bone structure is aching like F might I add.&lt;br /&gt;-Somebody please save me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-5641256548458887398?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5641256548458887398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5641256548458887398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5641256548458887398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5641256548458887398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-were-wondering-how-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-8769415291027680923</id><published>2007-06-04T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:30:16.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;You ask if I'm alright. It had been a joke to say I'm fine. Putting on a smile doesn't hide all the pain I feel inside. I always thought that if you left me alone then I'd be liberated but I guess it's the reverse. Your care for me is bountiful but I find it hard to walk the path you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things at home are not exactly fine.&lt;br /&gt;1) My mum isn't talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;2) My sister messaged this morning:&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy is sick. Don't know why she just fainted on the floor. Has high fever and don't know what. Keeps crying also."&lt;br /&gt;"She doesn't wanna eat or drink. Put wet towel on her face also don't want. Just now she asked me to read to her ah ma's fav passage in the bible. The valley of darkness one. Like she wants to die or something. I cooked the porridge already but she also don't want to eat."&lt;br /&gt;3) It hurts alot when I see my mum in this state, I blame myself for all these. She found out things she shouldn't have and I guess it angered/saddened her.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm drifting myself away.&lt;br /&gt;5) I wanna find solace in you because I find comfort when I confide in you but in my mum's eyes you're not exactly the one I should turn to. Even then, sometimes I find it hard to open up to you.&lt;br /&gt;6) I don't know how things can get better. I don't even know how to help myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I type these &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;, is not for to judge me. I'm like everyone of you, just a little different. I can't hide this anymore, pretending that I'm alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waking up to find another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now the sun has finally had it's say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I feel alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I think,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I let it sink in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm standing here in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&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/26985426-8769415291027680923?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8769415291027680923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=8769415291027680923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8769415291027680923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8769415291027680923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-ask-if-im-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-9112164984403711606</id><published>2007-06-01T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:25:57.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/jYjN_4wMuO/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/jYjN_4wMuO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;You were surprised at how fast I learned the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella + Rain + River &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;+ You + Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nudge nudge.&lt;br /&gt;:"...Look! They're so cute!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-9112164984403711606?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/9112164984403711606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=9112164984403711606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/9112164984403711606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/9112164984403711606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-7188334242177497500</id><published>2007-05-30T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:46:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;:"You know what's a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lesbian&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;(stares hard and answers with a tilt) " I think it's a type of gangster!" *Nods head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cos you're every minute of my everyday.&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/26985426-7188334242177497500?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7188334242177497500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=7188334242177497500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7188334242177497500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7188334242177497500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/05/cos-youre-every-minute-of-my-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-534290762259821844</id><published>2007-05-29T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:44:18.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQi9vE6sI/AAAAAAAAAME/5qdGGqDc6yI/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah Long &amp;amp; Evelyn's Wedding on Saturday 26 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQdNvE6rI/AAAAAAAAAL8/A54q4N120io/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069804637113346738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQdNvE6rI/AAAAAAAAAL8/A54q4N120io/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQZ9vE6qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/exoR_IIQzRI/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069804581278771874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQZ9vE6qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/exoR_IIQzRI/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the world's greatest mum?&lt;br /&gt;Me with Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;Clare with Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;Pei with Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;Clare with Prisca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQV9vE6pI/AAAAAAAAALs/HCaha3CJJcQ/s1600-h/IMG_2275-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069804512559295122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQV9vE6pI/AAAAAAAAALs/HCaha3CJJcQ/s320/IMG_2275-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei, Me, Mui, Evelyn (the bride) and Clare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQPdvE6oI/AAAAAAAAALk/OCI4udm8Jxw/s1600-h/IMG_2271-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069804400890145410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQPdvE6oI/AAAAAAAAALk/OCI4udm8Jxw/s320/IMG_2271-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mui, Me, Clare and Pei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQLdvE6nI/AAAAAAAAALc/KiFTcuGlbKk/s1600-h/IMG_2272-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069804332170668658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQLdvE6nI/AAAAAAAAALc/KiFTcuGlbKk/s320/IMG_2272-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQG9vE6mI/AAAAAAAAALU/R99puHadp4E/s1600-h/IMG_2274-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069804254861257314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQG9vE6mI/AAAAAAAAALU/R99puHadp4E/s320/IMG_2274-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-534290762259821844?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/534290762259821844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=534290762259821844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/534290762259821844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/534290762259821844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-long-evelyns-wedding-on-saturday-26.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluQdNvE6rI/AAAAAAAAAL8/A54q4N120io/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-3671355678090898186</id><published>2007-05-29T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:09:49.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluLT9vE6lI/AAAAAAAAALM/uN_aPqQPaC4/s1600-h/geeky.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;World Beach Volleyball Challenge (Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluLFNvE6kI/AAAAAAAAALE/HuPpaclf6KY/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069798727238347330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluLFNvE6kI/AAAAAAAAALE/HuPpaclf6KY/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the warm-up court (in front of our ticketing booth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluLBNvE6jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GLD4V4uqFSI/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069798658518870578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluLBNvE6jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GLD4V4uqFSI/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the semi-finals (I think) Brazilian Team Juliana and Larissa. Later we managed to get a pic with Juliana and their fans who were so enthu. The funny thing is they aren't exactly young, they can easily pass of as my mum but their enthu-ness amuses Clare and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluK7NvE6iI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ej755xj8dkM/s1600-h/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069798555439655458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluK7NvE6iI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ej755xj8dkM/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was during the Finals. Talita is my eyecandy. See the top two pics of the collage? Yeah that's her. She has a body and looks to die for.. literally. The bottom two pics are the enthu fans! They are so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluKTdvE6hI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AyO9TDAvoDE/s1600-h/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069797872539855378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluKTdvE6hI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AyO9TDAvoDE/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize Presentation! In the end, the team that Talita belonged to, won the whole challenge!&lt;br /&gt;First- Brazil Team B&lt;br /&gt;Second- China Team A&lt;br /&gt;Third- China Team B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluKI9vE6gI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-D1SszxY4EM/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069797692151228930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluKI9vE6gI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-D1SszxY4EM/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to take pics with the players and the Brazilian coach! Clare and I managed to get the Competition Bra- Jerseys of the China Team and we went into their Hotel Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to Clare! Cos I stole her HARD work(the pictures.) I know you don't mind. Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S Remember Miss Cool from the previous post. She turned out to be my eyecandy! Then I didn't know her but know I do.... :D :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-3671355678090898186?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3671355678090898186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=3671355678090898186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3671355678090898186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3671355678090898186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/05/world-beach-volleyball-challenge-part-2.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RluLFNvE6kI/AAAAAAAAALE/HuPpaclf6KY/s72-c/collage6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-3080861358077170288</id><published>2007-05-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:57:32.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;World Beach Volleyball Challenge (Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started today but Clare and I were there yesterday cos we were the Ticketing IC (please sense the HUGE responsibilty bestowed upon us. Hehehe) I was too tired to update yesterday because the sun practically soaked up ALL of my energy. So anyway, I'm gonna let you in our FUN at Sentosa yesterday. Today's fun at the ticketing booth I'll leave it for another day. Plus exclusive pictures with the world reknown volleyball hotties!!! (only for faithful ones who would visit again. NEH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the day by arranging the tickets in a way which could aid in our sales the next day but it was so easy that we finished the task in a blink of an eye. And the funniest thing is that was the only thing we were asked to do for that day. So we sat at the steps of the pavilion and........... people watch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was Miss Cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="757" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2156.jpg" width="637" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was obviously ignorant to our secret snapshot(s) of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came along Miss HOT Legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="768" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2160.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the right. They're the Italian players by the way. Clare couldn't stop going on about how she wanted those legs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later came our (!)eyecandy(!). Mister HOT Japan Coach. (Credits to me for spotting him first. Our sole motivation to stay in the scorching sun. *swoons) Him with shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="768" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2157.jpg" width="627" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and without...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="767" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2163.jpg" width="494" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure he knew we were spying (and eyeing) him. Hahaha. He kept walking up and down past us. Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;Then he fades away.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="767" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2161.jpg" width="486" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by now, I guess you think we were damn free. You are so wrong... We were later asked to do a simple task. Notice the word S-I-M-P-L-E (cos it really wasnt at all) Just look at how we had to do..........&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to inflate this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="766" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2181.jpg" width="460" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By what? Our pretty feet.&lt;br /&gt;How? Manually.&lt;br /&gt;By what? A pump.&lt;br /&gt;How big? The size of our feet and compared to the size of the float which is 273543276536459436 times bigger than the puny pump.&lt;br /&gt;Cos why? The machine meant for it spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we were truly madly deeply working HARD. But before that we had fun being retarded( seldom do you get that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="761" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2174.jpg" width="539" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hamster wheel! Check out my OmFg face. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="766" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2173.jpg" width="523" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the inflated part of the float! Notice the peace cheesy retarded pose. The sun was frying us, I swear. We used one of the stands at Red Bull Stall as the tripod by the way. Hurrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we got down to serious businesss..&lt;br /&gt;My turn first (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="765" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2178.jpg" width="507" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after one hour)&lt;br /&gt;Her turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="762" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2177.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="768" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2175.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after two hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I taught Clare to jump on the pump with TWO feet. It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="744" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2183.jpg" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But stupid Clare was obviously a lousy terrible and horrible noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="764" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2184.jpg" width="490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice she was falling while I was a pro! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our half-filled float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="762" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2179.jpg" width="460" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after three hours)&lt;br /&gt;Our filled float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="765" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2182.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after four hours!) Our sweat and blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attracted the attention of the people in all the tents around us. They were amazed at our sheer determination and perseverance. A Red Bull guy actually offered us a part-time job to help give out cans of Red Bull. Pay $10 per hour. Not bad right?&lt;br /&gt;Clare: Deborah! We haven't entered Uni and we are already head-hunted! Must be our 4 hours out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh if you were wondering... that float was meant to hold a trampoline. And actually fixed it on later with the help of the guys setting up the Swatch Stall.&lt;br /&gt;Our jumping shots(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="761" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2188.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="765" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2189.jpg" width="509" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm lousy at it. HAPPY CLARISSA ENG???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="762" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/IMG_2197-1.jpg" width="495" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD FUN + OUR HARD WORK PAID OFF + WE ARE A SHADE HOTTER! HAHAHAHAHA LALALALAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-3080861358077170288?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3080861358077170288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=3080861358077170288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3080861358077170288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3080861358077170288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/05/world-beach-volleyball-challenge-it.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-7174912375503266620</id><published>2007-05-22T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:30:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cause when we run,&lt;br /&gt;when we hide.&lt;br /&gt;We deny whats inside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-7174912375503266620?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7174912375503266620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=7174912375503266620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7174912375503266620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7174912375503266620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/05/cause-when-we-run-when-we-hide.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-1270028041857434441</id><published>2007-05-17T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:29:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;My heart smiles with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;em&gt;somethings&lt;/em&gt; don't change while &lt;em&gt;somethings&lt;/em&gt; can't be like it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stifenebhtiwsdneirf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do/reply when a 40 plus man (a man who can easily pass off as your dad) says you look exceptionally ravishing today?&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to feel flattered(?)&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda creepy + nauseous actually, even my dad doesn't say such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-1270028041857434441?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1270028041857434441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=1270028041857434441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1270028041857434441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1270028041857434441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-i-see-your-smile-my-heart-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-3378252487920403407</id><published>2007-05-15T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:28:36.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes the hardest thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the right thing are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You: What time did you sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me: I didn't sleep at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I could get used to this.&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/26985426-3378252487920403407?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3378252487920403407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=3378252487920403407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3378252487920403407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3378252487920403407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-think-i-look-best-when-my-hair-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-1020814816114793720</id><published>2007-05-10T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:16:34.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone reads 4 am. And I conclude my sleeping order is officially screwed up. Woke up at 1230pm to realise I'd lunch appointment with QMK but then I cancelled it. Slept for another 4 hours later in the afternoon. It felt good as if I was drugged. Stoned. And I didn't want to wake up. I recalled calling you thrice. But I didn't know what for... I guess I just wanted to hear you. To talk to you. To tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You taste like her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; sweeter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-1020814816114793720?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1020814816114793720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=1020814816114793720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1020814816114793720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1020814816114793720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-phone-reads-4-am.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5993362459176074736</id><published>2007-05-04T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:01:01.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I told you you were beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;would you date on the regular?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-5993362459176074736?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5993362459176074736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5993362459176074736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5993362459176074736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5993362459176074736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-i-told-you-you-were-beautiful-would.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-2333656172262941053</id><published>2007-05-03T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:32:33.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What would you do today when you don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Will you do all you can today?&lt;br /&gt;Will you just wait for tomorrow to come then worry?&lt;br /&gt;What if you were never gonna wake up?&lt;br /&gt;What if you realise no one/no place/nothing is gonna accept you?&lt;br /&gt;What are &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly remember the last time I felt like I do...&lt;br /&gt;Do know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-2333656172262941053?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2333656172262941053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=2333656172262941053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2333656172262941053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2333656172262941053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-would-you-do-today-when-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5541356163358260188</id><published>2007-04-30T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:53:27.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who saw ME on TV last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was! Okay it ain't a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; deal. But I got to see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benji&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Schwimmer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; up close (my dream come true. *Swoons.) Thanks Cheryl! I'm forever indebted to you. Haha (: Watching the Dance Floor LIVE beats watching at home (as if I do.) But anyway I guess the atmosphere and people is just...different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I think she knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm lovestoned.&lt;/span&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/26985426-5541356163358260188?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5541356163358260188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5541356163358260188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5541356163358260188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5541356163358260188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-saw-me-on-tv-last-night-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-8732502404853537829</id><published>2007-04-27T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T16:53:57.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My colleagues have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; sense of humour. I got this in my email. Gonna miss them bad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="759" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/gay.jpg" width="578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it crack you up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since you can't really see what are in the speech/ thought bubbles. I'll help you.&lt;br /&gt;The cross-dresser: Kwa see mee LC! Chio Bu ah... Mer Part Kwa Kay AH( meaning... I don't really know but he basically thinks he is pretty. Gawd)&lt;br /&gt;The ah pek: I better stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;The woman in the background is laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;The St Marg's girl: What the fish? (self-explainary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanna know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Who took this picture&lt;br /&gt;(2) Why the hell is THAT guy (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a damn freak&lt;/span&gt;, this what I mean by mis-fits. Cross dress also don't know how to do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) dressed up like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Why would he not know someone was taking a picture of him&lt;br /&gt;(4) What a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUGLY &lt;/span&gt;St Marg's girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lay down beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-8732502404853537829?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8732502404853537829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=8732502404853537829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8732502404853537829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8732502404853537829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-colleagues-have-great-sense-of.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-2019667932120042166</id><published>2007-04-26T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:05:19.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My Gawd I just finished watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"1 litre of Tears".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myW7igP8tMU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myW7igP8tMU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have started you on the first episode so there's no turning back. Haha! But there will be no regrets. Promise!)&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell by the title, it's kinda sounds like a sappy drama. And yes, it is a very very very sappy one. I cried. Like alot. Imagine me crying. Not just tearing, like really crying. Okay anway, it depicts the life story of a girl who contracted a disease known as Spinocellular Degeneration (basically the person will slowly but surely lose all and every single bodily functions). Especially good when you're in the mood for crying. But the show is really inspiring and meaningful. It actually started me thinking on the meaning of life and somehow I learned the importance of appreciating the small little things that we as healthy people take for granted. Like walking, laughing, talking, writing, typing this post and even breathing that breath you're taking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl wrote many inspirational quotes and I shall leave you with my personal favourite;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What's wrong with falling down? You can always stand up again. And if you look up at the sky after falling down, the blue sky is stretching limitlessly and smiling at you... You're alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She finds comfort in the slightest things in life. Shouldn't you too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-2019667932120042166?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2019667932120042166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=2019667932120042166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2019667932120042166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2019667932120042166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-my-gawd-i-just-finished-watching-1.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-8221207467051754919</id><published>2007-04-23T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:26:37.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've concluded that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; children &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cute are worth having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="350" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://vid176.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/Picture433.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling cousin. I think he is the young version of American Idol's Chris Richardson. I foresee that he will grow up looking similar to him. He is so so so cute. I miss him. He is in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my God Brothers (Thank goodness there are&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my god brothers and not my brother or else I would have made them mute.) They are noisy, attention-seeking and down right &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;irritating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not very cute at all. I couldn't even have a proper/quiet/peaceful meal last night.&lt;br /&gt;This just gives me an absolute reason to stay unmarried and &lt;strong&gt;childless&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whew! AJ is still in!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-8221207467051754919?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8221207467051754919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=8221207467051754919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8221207467051754919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8221207467051754919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-concluded-that-only-children-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-3767951826213839293</id><published>2007-04-20T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:18:12.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My LUNCH today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shangri La Hotel THE LINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/theline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Today's lunch was great (well it is a definite understatement) The Line is famous for their buffet spread and there was no doubt about it. Boss treated us to lunch to celebrate Secretary's Week. The buffet cost &lt;strong&gt;$43++ per head&lt;/strong&gt; please but they had every single dish you could ask for. From Western to Japanese to Chinese (which includes Dim Sum) to Indian to Malay to blah blah alot alot alot more. I didn't even know where to start. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.. Let me recall what I had, okay here's a list of what I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1)Crabs&lt;br /&gt;2)Prawns&lt;br /&gt;3) (and a tiny of) oyster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how SEAFOOD was served. Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="350" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/crabs.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Salmon Sasimi (which was damn damn good but the wasabi was making me tear)&lt;br /&gt;5) two pieces of Sushi&lt;br /&gt;6) a slice of cheesy mushroom pizza&lt;br /&gt;7) Smoked Salmon&lt;br /&gt;8) a stick of lamb satay (that was really damn good especially the nutty gravy. HOT too.)&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dessert!!!&lt;/span&gt; was really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/dessert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/strawberryfondue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to stare at the Fondue Fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/fonduefountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Crepe with a scoop of Cookies &amp;amp; Cream (luckily Zul and I shared.)&lt;br /&gt;11) Fruits like honey pineapple and rock melon (because I needed to feel healthy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To top it ALL off, I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) a glass of CalaMartini ( OMG heaven!!)&lt;br /&gt;and a couple of pinching here and there of food, I really stuffed myself crazy. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I'm never gonna lose weight because I'm going back there someday. I LOVE TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivial:&lt;br /&gt;Gabe (uncle sitting in front of me): Erm.. correspondant asked who is Deborah Thomasz. New employee arh? So I said... "Well not exactly, she's a temp but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VERY IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Because she does &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the filing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VERY FAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; somemore. HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) See! I'm NOT slacking like you all think I am. Remember I'M IMPORTANT as always. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-3767951826213839293?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3767951826213839293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=3767951826213839293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3767951826213839293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3767951826213839293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-lunch-today-shangri-la-line-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-2621916528943668643</id><published>2007-04-17T14:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:08:47.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;UP-up-UP Dates!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially for the loyal and faithful ones who have been constantly checking back here. Whoohoo. Much love! It is gonna be a long long LONG entry. Yes, so you've been warned. There's a treat at the END. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my eyebrows trimmed and hair done. With Clar of course! (According to Hui Ling we're the Tai Tai(s) in the making. We haven't gotten to the part of manicure and pedicure leh. Haha) I had a Spa Perm alrights and I know there are so many of you who are dying to see the new me. (Well not exactly &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; since my natural hair is ALREADY kinda curly. But now it's &lt;strong&gt;less&lt;/strong&gt; messy. Heh.) The Perming took me &lt;strong&gt;3 whole hours&lt;/strong&gt;. I sat there from when the sky was non-rainy to when it poured heavily to when it was fine and dark-cloudlesss. They washed my hair like a total of 5 times? But I loved the attention spent on who? On me! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;In the night, I brought my mum and family out to dinner. &lt;strong&gt;Mummy's Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; and I treated her to this Indonesian Restaurant, Pagi Sore. Food was fabulous because I chose it of course. The Avocado shake (is what I call it but they have the weird weird malay terms which I can't even read) is a MUST try! Mum loved her dinner and so did the rest of us. We were pretty much filled to the brim already but my mum still wanted to drink her teh tarik so we got it at Mr Teh Tarik (I didn't think it was THAT nice. I have it after my lunch almost everyday please.) It was getting late so we decided to head home. Sis wanted to pee and I accompanied her to the loo at Han's. We walked round and round the whole of Han but couldn't find later we realised it was outside Han's in an ulu corner. I decided to get my mum a cake since we forgot to get one in a hurry. I bought her a slice of the Durian cake, reason being everyone was already very full plus I didn't know if they had good cakes. Well, she was touched by the surprise when we met them. It was a pity I didn't bring my lighter cos the grumpy Han's auntie actually gave us a candle (which she was not allowed to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar's treat at Bishan Cartel (with Mui) after church but I wasn't really hungry so I had a banana crepe which I couldn't even finish (plus I thought I could make greater ones.) I don't like the service at Cartel (and then Mui reminded me they don't have service charge. So that's why they're so inefficient) and they actually allowed us to freeze for so long even after we told them (repeatedly) that we wanted the fans switched off so anyway we shifted ourselves to the seats beside us. We had fun laughing and trying to feed each other like we had broken/retarded arms (only me and mui. Clar thought we were way spastic but it's a skill okay?) Thanks Clar for the treat! :) My turn soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first and only official off day! Don't count the times when&lt;br /&gt;1) I mysteriously leave office and don't come back till late&lt;br /&gt;2) Take half days and say I'm on urgent half day leave&lt;br /&gt;3) Take the whole day off when I just didn't feel like waking up&lt;br /&gt;So met Clar to do Her shopping and of course mine. Had Village lunch with her and I hated the counter people (if that's what they are called) because I couldn't even understand them since they were mumbling. They think I'm a master of lip reading is it? Annoying. Walked the whole of Far East then decided to rest our legs behind the pillar in BK. And guess what? &lt;strong&gt;The Highlight of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; We witnessed an &lt;strong&gt;illegal transaction&lt;/strong&gt; (that's what I had like to call it). This is gonna sound like a police report. So anyway, a slim/small-built/middle-aged guy dressed in a white T-shirt, blue faded jeans, an old baby blue Ralph Lauren pair of shoes and sporting a pair of white shades was seen with a stack of Thousand dollar bills (and when I mean a stack I really mean a stack like probably up to an inche? So go figure.) He was faunting the money, counting over and over again then fiddling and staring at it. And Clar went " You know if you have that kinda amount money you won't be handling them like that." I had to agree. Later a stout/plump/old man sat in front of the middled aged guy(let me call him "MAG" short form.) Then the MAG produced watches each wrapped in plastic bags. Clar went "I think MAG( she didn't say that but she meant him) is trying to con the old man!" My back was facing them throughout the whole thing that's why she saw everything but not me. Then we heard them naming prices so we figured they were bargaining. We contemplated to call the police but Clar and I didn't exactly know how to make a police report. And I suggested to tell the management of BK but then we decided against it cos our lives were at the MAG's mercy. We talked and whispered for awhile then I realised it was soon time for me to meet Hot Date (in Clar's words). As we walked around the pillar to leave BK, I saw another man at the next table counting 4D slips. He seemd to be a bookie. Me went "Clar! You saw that? I think it's the illegal corner of Orchard! O-M-G!" Clar left and I met Kah Heng for dinner. Treated him to Din Tai Feng since I promised. It was a nice dinner. I was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben and Jerry's!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Clar's eyecandy and My Lover (I know you're gonna kill for this but I can't help it),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/Spastic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Clar!! Even my sis thinks you're so sexy here. For the record, LP, Clar, my sis and me have this pic in our phones so who wants it I can send it to you. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to Ben and Jerry's. I jumped the queue of stupid/smelly/ahlian/vuglar YJ people because they asked for it and besides Hannah pushed me forward. And I'm too lazy to waste my time to blog about them. I got the Choc Fudge Brownie flavoured ice cream :D Hannah got the Strawberry Cheesecake. Clar and Mui got their &lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; repeat second scoop of Cookie Dough (I'm still sore about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, Hannah is a sucha bimbo. I told her she was gonna meet my squirrel friend Mui Koon and later after we parted she texted me (please take note of the bold words) :&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;sqirrel&lt;/strong&gt; friend is very funny. Jokes I mean &lt;strong&gt;Moo Chang&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mui! You've got a new name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So have you found the treat?&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/26985426-2621916528943668643?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2621916528943668643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=2621916528943668643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2621916528943668643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2621916528943668643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/up-up-up-dates-this-is-especially-for.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-6088310043176658456</id><published>2007-04-13T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:26:32.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eyecandies (only some)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/ANTM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know who I think should win America's Next Model?&lt;br /&gt;I want her to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/AJ.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ! AJ! AJ! She is so HOT and cool at the same time. Like how can anyone possess two extreme opposite personalities? Well only she can and I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers: But she didn't win (Yes, I know who won), let's just hope she remains as the last three or better still last two in the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY WEDDING ANNIVERSARY, mum and dad!&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-6088310043176658456?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6088310043176658456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=6088310043176658456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6088310043176658456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6088310043176658456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/eyecandies-only-some-you-wanna-know-who.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-3281198818623530301</id><published>2007-04-10T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:11:23.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Abercrombie &amp; Fitch Shopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patricia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="548" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/shorts.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want this shorts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey Skinny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/caseyskinny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courtney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/courtney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/charlotte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes in NINETEEN colours okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/Heather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my list can go on FOREVER.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't think I'm mad or something, they actually name their stuff. Girl names somemore. Cute right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.abercrombie.com/"&gt;http://www.abercrombie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-3281198818623530301?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3281198818623530301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=3281198818623530301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3281198818623530301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3281198818623530301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-abercrombie-fitch-shopping-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-1868183137637353065</id><published>2007-04-10T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:13:27.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME to the Balenciaga Motorcycle Bag Spreeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meet Balenciaga Motorcycle Bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="270" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/baggie.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar and I finally learnt the &lt;strong&gt;art and beauty&lt;/strong&gt; of online shopping (This might just be my part time leisure during my part time job. Horhor.) The funniest part is.... The most unthinkable/unexpected/unlikely person taught us how to do it. I won't say who that person is because her head would ONLY swell even further and it would only make her mouth grow bigger (because her face is essentially her mouth.Okay you should be able to imagine. Sorry _ _ _ /_ _ _ _) We are not stupid, we are just slow. Right Clar? Hahah.... so do you think the bag is nice? I kinda regret not ordering the red one, maybe I'll tell my mum this black one is for her and then I'll have a reason to get the red one. (like how I got two pairs of gisele sandals) Neh heheheh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="600" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/baggie2.jpg" width="479" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="602" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/baggie3.jpg" width="479" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm gonna bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-1868183137637353065?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1868183137637353065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=1868183137637353065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1868183137637353065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1868183137637353065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/meet-balenciaga-motorcycle-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-1387868980070057918</id><published>2007-04-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:38:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you babe&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;Believe we gon' fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We gon' fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;br /&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucha Aee-j song (although it is not meant to be read that way but I wanna take it as such.)&lt;br /&gt;I like (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I need to find my &lt;strong&gt;shane &lt;/strong&gt;soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna see &lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt;soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10 mins to tomorrow and I'm looking forward to the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-1387868980070057918?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1387868980070057918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=1387868980070057918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1387868980070057918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1387868980070057918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/nobody-wanna-see-us-together-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-8325856643896480589</id><published>2007-04-03T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T14:44:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ride home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omg my cab driver is abit/quite/really/so entertaining. I just got home by the way (Time check: 12:03am Wednesday) and the cabby is so annoying, testing my patience, funny. He asked me where I wanna go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: "Block _ _ _ but I don't know what street larh uncle. I forgot." -Frankly I wasn't thinking, too tired to think anyway. So many things on my mind, very little space to contain. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cabby: " So is it Ang Mo Kio or Yio Chu Kang?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " I wanna go Yio Chu Kang, near AJ there."&lt;br /&gt;Cabby: "So Ang Mo Kio or Yio Chu Kang? AJ is what?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "AJ is Anderson Junior College larh. Yio Chu Kang uncle"&lt;br /&gt;Cabby: " So it's near Ang Mo Kio larh."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No. Yio Chu Kang. Near the MRT. Near Nayang Poly there."&lt;br /&gt;Cabby: "So near Ang Mo Kio larh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd! Kill me. No better still, kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just went silent and stared out of the window. There was his random talks about how I wasn't the first to know the block but not the street and yada yada yada. So smart me, changed the subject 'cos he was boring me (The "Killing me softly" song rang in my head) and I was tired of pretending to giggle at his "jokes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:" So uncle how long have you been a taxi driver?"&lt;br /&gt;Cabby:"15 years."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Woah. So long?"&lt;br /&gt;Cabby: "15 years part time but 2 years full time larh now after retiring. Staying at home. Boring larh."&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Haha. Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Cabby: "Guess what I did before I became full time?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Cabby:" Working MRT."&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Huh? MRT?"&lt;br /&gt;Cabby:" M for makan. R for rehat. T for tido! Eat, rest, sleep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny or what? I guess you figured his &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;race&lt;/span&gt; by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-8325856643896480589?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8325856643896480589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=8325856643896480589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8325856643896480589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8325856643896480589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/omg-my-cab-driver-is-so-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-3167925383746911508</id><published>2007-04-03T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:09:09.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kzsz2bhYuW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kzsz2bhYuW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this is &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;song.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it and you'll know what I mean. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not look forward to seeing people from my past. They rarely have kind things to say to me and I've always done something to deserve their disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part of me still loves. More of me doesn't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-3167925383746911508?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3167925383746911508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=3167925383746911508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3167925383746911508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3167925383746911508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-say-this-is-my-song.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-6757138307268857069</id><published>2007-04-02T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:18:37.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="320" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s176.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/Picture817.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(her "acting camera shy" act. Fails miserably.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my crazy other half ALL the way from Australia,Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="482" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/Picture822.jpg" width="481" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is dintzy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="480" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/Picture808.jpg" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbotic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="471" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/Picture818.jpg" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clueless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="477" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/Picture819.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="477" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/Picture803.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she attempted to bite my hand. Silly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she is in Singapore!!!(Her actual homeland).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received her text late last night. Totally originally from HER. Uncut. Unedited. Uncensored. Just plain Hannah Wong. Notice all the bold stuff and see whether my description of her is accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to her text:&lt;br /&gt;Deborah! Hannah Wong here I hav a Sg number! &lt;strong&gt;You better not of forgotten who i am!! &lt;/strong&gt;Or i will chop u! &lt;strong&gt;Jks&lt;/strong&gt;. (meaning JOKES like not "Just kidding" or "I'm kidding" but "Jokes") I was going to go to ur church today! But then i didnt. Hahaha. Went to &lt;strong&gt;some cemetry&lt;/strong&gt; instead. Pfft. :l Dude we have to catch up!! Ok man cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Reply:&lt;br /&gt;Omg so is this really the number you're using? Where are you staying now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Reply:&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm going to beijing 2moro. And im coming bac to sg in 2 weeks and staying for 1 week more. Im staying in &lt;strong&gt;topayo&lt;/strong&gt;. So ill cyu in 2wks or something k?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg when I first read that message I thought Topayo meant some new hotel I've never heard of. Then later when I was stoning in front of the TV, I realised that she meant &lt;strong&gt;TOA PAYOH &lt;/strong&gt;instead. OMG I swear I could die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, her last text really tickled me to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh sic&lt;/strong&gt;! Im here &lt;strong&gt;next next next friday&lt;/strong&gt;. On the 20th. Omg! TEXT IS ONLY 5 CENTS! And I got 100 free! Yayayay. Hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;And omg i fell in a drain today! How rank &lt;/strong&gt;(what kinda lingo is that????) &lt;strong&gt;is that!! And i got shit on my pants! I was depressed for like an hour!&lt;/strong&gt; Sigh. Lol. Ok msg u when i get bac. Cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention her accent... is cute! Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-6757138307268857069?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6757138307268857069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=6757138307268857069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6757138307268857069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6757138307268857069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-7393286040637218771</id><published>2007-03-30T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:09:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had lunch with colleagues again today but it was just me, Zul, Jasmine (the new colleague) and the other ladies. We had HAN'S and &lt;strong&gt;Zul bought me lunch&lt;/strong&gt;. Heh. I'm so privileged to have such nice colleagues! Our lunch conversation revolved around Diving and it made me really wanna try diving some day soon. It sounds like great fun but I'm really scared of coming up close with sharks and stuff. It creeps me. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;Bruce thinks I look like Norah Jones. He's really convinced that I do. Sigh. Norah Jones is like the most most boring singer artiste I've ever known and this isn't the first time I've heard anyone saying that I look like her. Anyway, if you don't know how she looks like. Well, this is her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="323" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/norah.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/norah.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me in what way do I look like her? He thinks it's the eyes. Hahaha.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is in the &lt;strong&gt;Lingerie Fashion Show&lt;/strong&gt; and I think she is hot. Like really &lt;strong&gt;HOT.&lt;/strong&gt; Her body is like OMG. Model's name is &lt;strong&gt;Charmaine Harn&lt;/strong&gt;. Go watch Channel 5! She got interviewed on the fashion exclusive advertisement. I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of her but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="384" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/untitled2.jpg" width="434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not her body, what a pity I can't actually show you how hott she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-7393286040637218771?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7393286040637218771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=7393286040637218771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7393286040637218771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7393286040637218771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-lunch-with-colleagues-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-1598690251627574366</id><published>2007-03-27T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T17:34:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; monthly swimming coach meeting at Trellis Tower (which was supposedly compulsory) and guess what only a pathetic group of ten people turned up including the admin people(who were technically not coaches).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the crux of my entry:&lt;br /&gt;Guess who was there? I met my long-lost-crappy-slacker friend/partner-in-crime/gb mate(CARA!!). Like what a small world right? She is a coach too! Omg this is so funny, we weren't even listening to the meeting but rather doing our teeny tiny catching up behind our pieces of meeting agenda they gave us.&lt;br /&gt;C:So you miss GB(Girl's Brigade) or not?&lt;br /&gt;D:Like hell no!!! Hahaha... I miss Miss Kang arh. NOT&lt;br /&gt;C:I still don't know how you got so high in post even being sucha slacker. Drill Instructor somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that dear Cara works at Rafflesplace too. I thought my $7 per hour pay is damn good already BUT stupid her gets $7.&lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt; per hour with no CPF being deducted and she was making a big deal out of it(which I thought was justifiable). Hmph. Anyway, I found myself another lunch partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I lunched with my colleagues again today and we ate at this Jap/Thai Restaurant (don't ask me why like that but I think it's because they have the same boss.Shrugs. Just like why you see KFC and Taco Bell under the same roof. I figure you get what I mean.) The Fried Chicken Ramen and choc dessert was FABULOUS and I didn't have to pay at all 'cos &lt;strong&gt;Bruce bought me lunch&lt;/strong&gt;! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: Angela Ammon's Always Getting Over You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Miss Hon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 281px" height="325" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w173/ilovebra/Walking_Away.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When It Doesn't Matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything, you never wanted&lt;br /&gt;Why does it mean so much to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;Not begging you to please let me stay&lt;br /&gt;You wanna take a picture&lt;br /&gt;So you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;Me standing by this open door&lt;br /&gt;Does it make it better&lt;br /&gt;If you tell yourself I never wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I say that we should still be friends&lt;br /&gt;Should I cry or should I just pretend&lt;br /&gt;That it's killing me, and I don't want you to leave&lt;br /&gt;Should I make you think I suffer......when it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Why I said nothing&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that it's over now&lt;br /&gt;What are you believing&lt;br /&gt;That my smile is only here to hide the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, of unhappy ever after endings&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, of make believe hero's&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, of taking back what I have given&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired, of waking up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''I'm tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-1598690251627574366?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/1598690251627574366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=1598690251627574366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1598690251627574366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/1598690251627574366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-playing-angela-ammons-always.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-4429387369684924733</id><published>2007-03-21T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:23:24.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received this on my office email from Bruce (my colleague) and I had to share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How NOT to be a millionaire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RgDN4Z7jcAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iVgpenpyp8w/s1600-h/millionaire+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044257951571996674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RgDN4Z7jcAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iVgpenpyp8w/s320/millionaire+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEW YORK - Idaho resident Kathy Evans brought humiliation to her friends and family Tuesday when she set a new standard for stupidity with her appearance on the popular TV show, "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that Evans, a 32-year-old wife and mother of two, got stuck on the first question, and proceeded to make what fans of the show are dubbing, "the absolute worst use of lifelines ever."&lt;br /&gt;After being introduced to the show's host Meredith Vieira, Evans assured her that she was ready to play, whereupon she was posed with an extremely easy $100 question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The question was: "Which of the following is the largest?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) A Peanut&lt;br /&gt;B) An Elephant&lt;br /&gt;C) The Moon&lt;br /&gt;D) Hey, who you calling large?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately Mrs. Evans was struck with an all consuming panic as she realized that this was a question to which she did not readily know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, oh boy, that's a toughie," said Evans, as Vieira did her level best to hide her disbelief and disgust. "I mean, I'm sure I've heard of some of these things before, but I have no idea how large they would be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evans made the decision to use the first of her three lifelines, the 50/50. Answers 'A' and 'D' were removed, leaving her to decide which was bigger, an elephant or the moon. However, faced with an incredibly easy question, Evans still remained unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh! It removed the two I was leaning towards!" exclaimed Evans. "Darn. I think I better phone a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using the second of her two lifelines on the first question, Mrs. Evans asked to be connected with her friend Betsy, who is an office assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi Betsy! How are you? This is Kathy! I'm on TV!" said Evans, wasting the first seven seconds of her call. "Ok, I got an important question. Which of the following is the largest? 'B', an elephant, or 'C', the moon. 15 seconds hun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Betsy quickly replied that the answer was 'C', the moon. Evans proceeded to argue with her friend for the remaining ten seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come on Betsy, are you sure?" said Evans. "How sure are you? Puh, that can't be it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To everyone's astonishment, the moronic Evans declined to take her friend's advice and pick 'The Moon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just don't know if I can trust Betsy. She's not all that bright. So I think I'd like to ask the audience," said Evans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asked to vote on the correct answer, the audience returned 98% in favor of answer 'C', 'The Moon.' (only 98%... that's pretty bad too...) Having used up all her lifelines, Evans then made the dumbest choice of her life... (I'd say it's her second dumbest choice... after agreeing to go on the show!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wow, seems like everybody is against what I'm thinking," said the too-stupid-to-live Evans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But you know, sometimes you just got to go with your gut. So, let's see. For which is larger, an elephant or the moon, I'm going to have to go with 'B', an elephant. Final answer." Evans sat before the dumbfounded audience, the only one waiting with baited breath, and was told that she was wrong, and that the answer was in fact, 'C', 'The Moon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd, like how stupid can one get? Can vomit blood arh if I were the host. Hahaha. But I'm glad there's someone out there who is stupider-er than me. grins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-4429387369684924733?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4429387369684924733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=4429387369684924733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/4429387369684924733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/4429387369684924733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/03/received-this-on-my-office-email-from.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RgDN4Z7jcAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iVgpenpyp8w/s72-c/millionaire+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-6459426294908139468</id><published>2007-03-19T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:42:10.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playing on my mind: Norwegian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Recycling's&lt;/span&gt; HOW SIX SONGS COLLIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Rf5JHhy3fdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XP6oHtamXLA/s1600-h/just+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright it's time I update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier last week, I received a text from Elisa. She wanted to lunch with me on Friday(it wasn't as if I didn't know what her intentions were but I pretended I didn't. So we were supposed to have lunch at Asian Kitchen (because I wanted to) but she wanted Thai Express since she had a craving for their fried rice and blah blah blah. But all the planning went down to just having lunch at the Food Fair instead. Not what I had in mind for a supposed birthday lunch treat but I guess it was the thought of spending that time with me; that was what mattered. To me, it was just a novelty since I had never been there before but to tell you the truth, I don't ever wanna go back there. You come out smelling like oil and food and everything else except yourself. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of junk. Nice junk namely: Shark's Fin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Otah&lt;/span&gt;, Dim Sum and etc. (I can't remember) And then she brought me to one corner where she dug out from her bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Rf5IuRy3fcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cVb0VMVSjSk/s1600-h/bra+and+eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043548592589471170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Rf5IuRy3fcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cVb0VMVSjSk/s320/bra+and+eli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, I stole this picture from her blog)&lt;br /&gt;The Strawberry Sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tiramisu&lt;/span&gt; which I thought would have tasted better if I had made it.&lt;br /&gt;They were my birthday cake(s). Anyway, I was quite (actually &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;) upset when she made me light the candles but refused to sing me a birthday song. So I just stared at the cakes while they (the cake(s) and Elisa) stared back. Then I blew the candle out. But I didn't make a wish so she made me lit it up again. Stare and pause for a moment before blowing it out. I wonder why I even bother following whatever she told me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, the three of us met up. I ranted&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to the two &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; that was bothering me (about what an asshole a certain freaking idiot is). I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mui&lt;/span&gt; was really freaked out by me but I continued telling and linking one story to another until they were totally confused. Went to Clare's house for Steamboat!! It was so damn damn fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mui&lt;/span&gt; was acting shy with Clare's dad who actually played along. So silly. And after dinner, we gathered at Clare's room for girl talk because my bitching was really over. Not quite. So anyway, we decided to pose on her bed later. Presenting to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Rf5ILhy3fbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Avgw1ifnEi8/s1600-h/the+three+cuckoo+birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043547995589017010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Rf5ILhy3fbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Avgw1ifnEi8/s320/the+three+cuckoo+birds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cucko&lt;/span&gt; birds and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice: 1) I stripped out of my clothes and they lying in front of Clare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mui&lt;/span&gt; is on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; other pictures (including the picture of Clare's ass. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;) we took with my phone but I admit I don't know how to upload them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday(17 March 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy brought my family and I to have my birthday dinner at Crystal Jade. We ate so so much until we were so so full. Dinner cost him close to 200, so can you tell me from that how much we actually ate? My favourite is still the lean meat and century egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;congee&lt;/span&gt;. I know it's damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cheena&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; but I like. So smooth when you swallow you know. The you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tiao&lt;/span&gt; is still so so crispy and tasty although it is like sogged and drowning in the congee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I caught &lt;strong&gt;STOMP THE YARD.&lt;/strong&gt; Damn damn nice and by the time I got home it was like Three O'clock Sunday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh ya, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME&lt;/strong&gt;! Didn't wish myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;. I'm nineteen... Gawd.. that's old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-6459426294908139468?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6459426294908139468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=6459426294908139468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6459426294908139468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6459426294908139468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/03/playing-on-my-mind-norwegian-recyclings.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Rf5IuRy3fcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cVb0VMVSjSk/s72-c/bra+and+eli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-7750680153021113873</id><published>2007-03-15T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:51:18.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg I can't believe I spent close to 400 bucks over the time span of 3 hours last night. Vivo-ing was great fun and I'm happy with all that I've got. Yet as I sit here and think back on what I've bought I can't help but realise how selfish I am to splurge. Splurge on myself. Myself only. Sigh. I keep consoling myself saying my birthday is coming and I'm just getting myself a present but soon before I know it the one present became two and then three and then four and then... less than 20 bucks in my account now. Shits man. Impulsive shopping is bad. Real &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm gonna repent.(but my pay is coming in tomorrow. Hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreckage I have caused myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self- loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily but the answers don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-7750680153021113873?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7750680153021113873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=7750680153021113873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7750680153021113873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7750680153021113873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-i-cant-believe-i-spent-close-to-400.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5819184967009713470</id><published>2007-03-12T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T12:11:26.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;11 March 2007 was so FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Clare, sister and me went town to buy heels, well it was only Clare and I who got heels. Clare was sucha a darling or rather her mum was the darling because she had given her &lt;strong&gt;TANGS&lt;/strong&gt; vouchers to dispose. AND the best part of it- the heels (they are brown) that I got only cost $3.90 while hers were literally free. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Vivo to watch movie which only cost us each $3. Funny hor? Clare had two free GV tickets which sarah had given her (because she found it while cleaning her closet). We were so lucky! So anyway, we watched&lt;strong&gt; The Pursuit of Happyness&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a damn damn long movie but I didn't regret watching it because it was really quite heart-warming although abit long-winded. But Clare reminded that the process of the story was the main crux of it not so much the ending because usually the ending was meant to be happy. I swear if it wasn't a happy one I would have smacked the director dead; I mean you watch the movie for a whole 2 hours and 15 mins to find that the character fails-Stupid bloody waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;After movie, we went shopping(!!) We went to P&lt;strong&gt;ull and Bear&lt;/strong&gt; because I wanted my skinny jeans but they sadly didn't have my size :( And Clare and I tried on a skirt which was SO so so short, it could practically pass off as underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow went by &lt;strong&gt;FOX&lt;/strong&gt; to try on their skinny jeans but didn't buy because I wanted staff discount from sister's friend and anyway I want somebody to get it as my birthday present. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we concluded that&lt;br /&gt;1) We hated stuff from Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;2) The irony about shopping: When you wanna get a certain something you look high, low, up and down also cannot find but when there isn't a need for that thing, you seem to see it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Clare got me a &lt;strong&gt;French Connection&lt;/strong&gt; WALLET(as my early birthday present). It is brown. Glittery brown to be exact. (To be honest, it is not something Deborah would be found with but I'll use it nonetheless simply cos YOU got it for me) She meant to match it with my phone. I swear I'm becoming a brownie. Anyhow, &lt;strong&gt;thanks darling :) Loves!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-5819184967009713470?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5819184967009713470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5819184967009713470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5819184967009713470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5819184967009713470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/03/11-march-2007-was-so-fun-clare-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-6867897129751037656</id><published>2007-03-09T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:00:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RfjDZRy3faI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pPb6eABDMKo/s1600-h/police.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041994621882170786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RfjDZRy3faI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pPb6eABDMKo/s320/police.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an EARLY birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is.....I didn't even spend a single cent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it pretty?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty and it matches my phone(!!) hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italy made&lt;/strong&gt;. And I learned that the warranty is internationally recognised (I didn't even know there existed such kinda gurantee) Anyway, cost my aunt a BOMB (which I won't reveal unless you ask me)but she insisted on buying (although I incessantly requested not to have it.) What else can I do then accept it right?&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you were wondering it's a &lt;strong&gt;POLICE&lt;/strong&gt; watch. Unique huh. David Beckham endorses this brand somemore. Okay that's enough selling of my watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! It's weekends :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-6867897129751037656?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6867897129751037656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=6867897129751037656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6867897129751037656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6867897129751037656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-i-got-early-birthday-present-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RfjDZRy3faI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pPb6eABDMKo/s72-c/police.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-3255803736880131801</id><published>2007-03-07T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:23:53.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a fetish for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Re6Ctr7fqjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hiwEmaCy-T4/s1600-h/Shane!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039108754472151602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Re6Ctr7fqjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hiwEmaCy-T4/s320/Shane!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm breatheless.&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/26985426-3255803736880131801?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3255803736880131801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=3255803736880131801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3255803736880131801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3255803736880131801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-got-fetish-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/Re6Ctr7fqjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hiwEmaCy-T4/s72-c/Shane!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5627496830221403461</id><published>2007-03-07T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:59:13.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lips touch, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheeks brush.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with one tablet and my itch isn't going down. No it isn't. ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I &lt;strong&gt;almost died today. &lt;/strong&gt;I mean my building &lt;strong&gt;shook&lt;/strong&gt; but honestly, I didn't feel anything. Really. But we were made to evacuate the building anyhow. (Mind you I was on the 25th floor) Doesn't make sense to me because even if we did, we were surrounded by high high high buildings all all all around. Buildings shake, womble, wiggle and collapse, then it will still crumble over us right? &lt;strong&gt;Conclusion: I would have been dead anyway.&lt;/strong&gt; But I still evacuated. Took the lift that was going up since the going down one was packed like sardine. Kaisu idiots. Called my mummy to say my last goodbyes which was like so silly (only Hon knew what I said. I was typing the whole damn day's happenings to her until my fingers hurt hurt hurt. And if you were wondering what I said I won't say. Too throw face :S) Messaged a couple of people and the only genuinely concerned person was my beloved MUI. I mean she didn't just replied, she actually called(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRA!! Are you alive? Are you okay? Don't worry I'll fly down to save you. I promise. So you okay? You sure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I trust that she's capable of that. hahah. Love you &lt;strong&gt;BF &lt;/strong&gt;(: I hope your cramps are GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, calender boy aka Bruce dedicated a song to me before we evacuated the buidling. Guess what song it was. James Blunt's You're Beautiful. He actually played it on his com really loudly. Damn weird right? And I think he was screw-loose or something.. at the end of the WHOLE earthquake evacuation rubbish, he said this while we were getting into office " So the moral of the story is we should always cherish our loved ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'One more day I think. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't count&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/26985426-5627496830221403461?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5627496830221403461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5627496830221403461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5627496830221403461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5627496830221403461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/03/lips-touch-cheeks-brush.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-7275172483739707458</id><published>2007-03-05T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:56:09.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I know we can't go anywhere from here,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but for one last time let's go there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Chlorpheniramine 4 MG tab- 12 tab, okay it is the scientific/medical term for THE cure for rashes and itch and runny nose(??). Yes, I've got rashes (well not exactly rashes but rashes look alike things which are actually bug bites) all over my legs. ALL thanks to some idiot who wanted to take a walk to botanic gardens and the brilliant idea of sitting at the pavillion to chat. &lt;strong&gt;Note: I was only in FBTS and slippers. Urgh!&lt;/strong&gt; But I guess it was worth it, we had alot to catch up. Hur Hur. The itchy things appeared on thursday night after I got back from the tanning studio. OMG I think I haven't mentioned that I went for artificial tanning. Yes, I did and though I don't look much different (because it was only a ten minute session) I guess it is worth the experience. hahah. I was damn excited. Really. I'll upload the pictures another day. Me and my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; peepers( the eye protection thingy) plus a whole load of rubbish pictures we took. horhor. I was suppose to do my second session today but I figured the heat would be bad for my legs so I postponed the session till Thursday. Oh boy, I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must say it's a really expensive hobby. But I like :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-7275172483739707458?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/7275172483739707458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=7275172483739707458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7275172483739707458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/7275172483739707458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-we-cant-go-anywhere-from-here.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-5113605894307997174</id><published>2007-02-28T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:24:43.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another "feeling-lousy-wanna-sleep-it- away" day. Yesterday was bad, Today's worst.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened but I feel lousy. I just want to sleep this feeling away but I can't. The visible dark eyerings tell alot. The jet black face provides the answers and though I try to hide I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk on. I wanna run away. I wanna hide.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be left alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-5113605894307997174?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/5113605894307997174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=5113605894307997174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5113605894307997174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/5113605894307997174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-shouldnt-love-you-but-i-want-to-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-8102829769322432751</id><published>2007-02-26T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:35:52.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/ReJcB-kTZYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3o0T6FmePQY/s1600-h/k800i+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035688522398524802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/ReJcB-kTZYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3o0T6FmePQY/s320/k800i+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New LOVE of my life- Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/ReJV2ekTZXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iFws-QKz04o/s1600-h/allure_brown_k800i_12.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035681727760262514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/ReJV2ekTZXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iFws-QKz04o/s320/allure_brown_k800i_12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My K800i cybershot Allure Brown.&lt;br /&gt;She cost $298 but thankfully (or not) for lau pok Nokia 7260 (I didn't even know the model until the Singtel guy said it please) which fetched a pathetic $60 trade-in, so in the end I spent only $238 and I got HER. &lt;strong&gt;Although I wanted very much to get N73, I didn't. Since it was alot more expensive ($498) plus some disgusting person has already gotten it. Irrittating. So I concluded that it wasn't worth to spend that money anyway.&lt;/strong&gt; Daddy was supposed to pay it for me (!!!) but he didn't, but since I've got the money why not splurge it on myself right? I'm gonna get a 1 GB memory stick for baby, which is gonna cost another $90 but nevermind I'll still pay.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love baby because she is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I only slept at 4 this morning after watching SAW with daddy on cable StarMovies. I was screaming and screaming while he just sat there and laugh. What a freaking sadis right? OMG it was so damn sick, luckily I didn't watch it in the cinema, otherwise I wouldn't have made it home. Falling asleep was a torture. Real torture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-8102829769322432751?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8102829769322432751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=8102829769322432751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8102829769322432751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8102829769322432751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-love-of-my-life-baby-my-k800i.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/ReJcB-kTZYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3o0T6FmePQY/s72-c/k800i+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-897946277692684681</id><published>2007-02-23T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:39:36.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We didn't watch Protege (though I very much wanted to) because I was late so it was ALL my fault. heh heh. Sorry :( Nonetheless, we still watched a movie but it was Just Follow Law instead. Wanted to watch Notes on a Scandal but it was alot alot later. Sigh. Watching Movie with her has it's benefits especially so when she uses her don't know what card to pay, we get discount(!!!) on a Friday night know. OKay deborah is a country pumpkim. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie ended quite late. We got our coffee, she says hers looks nicer. I think so but I don't admit. Chilled awhile. Walked along the streets and talked. Alil. Ollie doesn't talk much but she smokes too much. Tsk Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her mutli-coloured shimmering glowing lighter/torch light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was midnight by the time we reached dhoby so she took another fag before we each took a cab and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked shorter than I imagined her to be but who am I to talk about height right? Anyway, if you're wondering.. yes, she's taller than me. We found two guys who were shorter than us. Like WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;od&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;riday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed really fast today. I left office at 12 for Lunch and got back only at 3 (!!)&lt;br /&gt;1) Had my Ben and Jerry's treat&lt;br /&gt;2) Bought myself jeans and&lt;br /&gt;3) Earrings from DIVA&lt;br /&gt;4) Wandered around&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing I was the only one in the office when I got back, meaning I was early or rather the earliest...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bruce bought breakfast for me today. I was shocked frankly. Everyone in office were jealous because I had special treament. They kept asking why he bought for me only. His answer to that was "Because she is xiao mei what"&lt;br /&gt;Put me in such an awkward position. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; watching Protege.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-897946277692684681?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/897946277692684681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=897946277692684681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/897946277692684681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/897946277692684681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/t-hank-g-od-i-ts-f-riday-time-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-2848373911954284336</id><published>2007-02-22T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:30:30.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST SO YOU KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wei Ling will be the &lt;strong&gt;death of me&lt;/strong&gt; BUT if she tops her class AGAIN then I wouldn't mind going through ALL these studying. Just check out the number of topics I have to read up before Saturday &lt;strong&gt;12:30 pm&lt;/strong&gt;. I cross my fingers and hope that my recall memory's still functioning well so that I don't really need to mug so to say. Draining and dreary.&lt;/p&gt;1)General Physics&lt;br /&gt;2)Kinematics&lt;br /&gt;3)Work Energy&lt;br /&gt;4)Turning Effects&lt;br /&gt;5)Pressure&lt;br /&gt;6)Static Electricity&lt;br /&gt;7)Current Electricity&lt;br /&gt;8)Practical Electricity&lt;br /&gt;9)Electromagnetic Spectrum&lt;br /&gt;10)Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd someone just kill me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had known better; I shouldn't have asked her what are the topics being tested but then again it'll be quite stupid because otherwise why would she need tuition and what would I be tutoring her right?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm running circle in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And it's all because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-2848373911954284336?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2848373911954284336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=2848373911954284336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2848373911954284336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2848373911954284336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-so-you-know-i-thought-of-you-wei.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-6422807281458210382</id><published>2007-02-21T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:20:36.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know how to touch a girl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I could like you.&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/26985426-6422807281458210382?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6422807281458210382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=6422807281458210382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6422807281458210382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6422807281458210382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-you-know-how-to-touch-girl-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-6339513450073282576</id><published>2007-02-16T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:46:14.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is &lt;strong&gt;sweeter&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear honoured and distinguished guests,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Excellency, Queen Deborah, together with her family, requests your presence at their humble abode (205B Compassvale Lane #09-19) on the sacred 3rd day of Chinese New Year (20th Feb). Her Excellency is too busy to be the one sending out the email and bothering with such minor details, thus her humble servant shall make the arrangements on her behalf. Please confirm your attendance ASAP or your stomachs shall never taste The Empress Dowager's (Aunty Dawn's) glorious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her humble servant,&lt;br /&gt;Clare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I read this email at work I swear I couldn't stop laughing to myself. Bruce, Uncle Gabriel and Zul plus Alice must think I'm mad but it's in pale comparison to the one who composed the email. Don't you think(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Waiting for&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/26985426-6339513450073282576?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/6339513450073282576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=6339513450073282576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6339513450073282576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/6339513450073282576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-sweeter.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-4711365311889259940</id><published>2007-02-15T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T14:39:33.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh deb bra!&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad la.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm rich enough, I'd give you a sofa&lt;br /&gt;or maybe even a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar's eyecandy attempted to write a poem for me. Spastic as ALL can tell but I guess it's the thought that counts, I mean it's afterall HER, the Crazy NUTcase mei jiun. (I don't even know if I got the spelling right but my pinyin sucks anyway so I'm forgiven.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I broke my promise&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/26985426-4711365311889259940?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4711365311889259940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=4711365311889259940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/4711365311889259940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/4711365311889259940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-3529072879279646284</id><published>2007-02-14T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:22:13.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPONGEBOB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdLWMGsX6_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/wr7lWN-CinI/s1600-h/ollie+the+retard.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031319237169769458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdLWMGsX6_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/wr7lWN-CinI/s320/ollie+the+retard.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who's behind that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob is yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob has skinny arms.&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob is nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob is gonna draw me.&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob is entertaining and I love to annoy her.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Spongebob!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't kill me for posting this :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's My Spongebob!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-3529072879279646284?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3529072879279646284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=3529072879279646284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3529072879279646284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3529072879279646284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/spongebob-i-wonder-whos-behind-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdLWMGsX6_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/wr7lWN-CinI/s72-c/ollie+the+retard.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-2867591494505594829</id><published>2007-02-14T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:30:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miss SA girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you get me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss nua-ing in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKK22sX69I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HkPGt_zZTMQ/s1600-h/P1190245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031236408725466066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKK22sX69I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HkPGt_zZTMQ/s320/P1190245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Stanley my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKIfmsX68I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rGQJQqyHduw/s1600-h/PA120065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031233810270251970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKIfmsX68I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rGQJQqyHduw/s320/PA120065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the shorties BUT I'm the tallest (!!!) bwahaha. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKGu2sX62I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OYgCYe87Q-Q/s1600-h/PA120061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031231873240001378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKGu2sX62I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OYgCYe87Q-Q/s320/PA120061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss best friend. She is so spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKGnGsX61I/AAAAAAAAAEU/oT0Cvm5-JU0/s1600-h/P4100077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031231740096015186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKGnGsX61I/AAAAAAAAAEU/oT0Cvm5-JU0/s320/P4100077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss BB Cafe.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKGZGsX60I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CG_2ajJ6lTQ/s1600-h/P1190247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031231499577846594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKGZGsX60I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CG_2ajJ6lTQ/s320/P1190247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss pretending to be an Indian at BB... and being indians at the cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKGIGsX6zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lZG8Z9Slix8/s1600-h/P1190250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031231207520070450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKGIGsX6zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lZG8Z9Slix8/s320/P1190250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKGDWsX6yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mO-G3fjTyKQ/s1600-h/P4100083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031231125915691810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKGDWsX6yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mO-G3fjTyKQ/s320/P4100083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT who ever said I missed my class. I don't. I just miss the front row whites and blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ8lGsX6pI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C2NwljXu5Bc/s1600-h/PA120042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031220710619998866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ8lGsX6pI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C2NwljXu5Bc/s320/PA120042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do miss my (clean) shoes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ76GsX6lI/AAAAAAAAACU/jDqsvbYijOY/s1600-h/P4100080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031219971885623890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ76GsX6lI/AAAAAAAAACU/jDqsvbYijOY/s320/P4100080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ71WsX6kI/AAAAAAAAACM/7aQynSoZfLE/s1600-h/P1190253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031219890281245250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ71WsX6kI/AAAAAAAAACM/7aQynSoZfLE/s320/P1190253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss OUR fruit platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ7wGsX6jI/AAAAAAAAACE/c0v3RrkGtV0/s1600-h/P1190258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031219800086932018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ7wGsX6jI/AAAAAAAAACE/c0v3RrkGtV0/s320/P1190258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss hiding under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ7pWsX6iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Er70nbMbClU/s1600-h/P1190267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031219684122815010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ7pWsX6iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Er70nbMbClU/s320/P1190267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss lectures. NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ7imsX6hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N9kIyxJF-NM/s1600-h/P1190255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031219568158698002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdJ7imsX6hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N9kIyxJF-NM/s320/P1190255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(omg horrible dis-position)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Miss Wong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss waffles and ice cream/ butter and syrup at BB's.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my eye candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss so many so many so many things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I still miss you the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We couldn't wait till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-2867591494505594829?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/2867591494505594829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=2867591494505594829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2867591494505594829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/2867591494505594829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/miss-sa-girl-i-hope-you-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdKK22sX69I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HkPGt_zZTMQ/s72-c/P1190245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-8626821764299795681</id><published>2007-02-13T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:41:49.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't explain this feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about it everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even though we moved on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It gets so hard to walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed Victoria's Secret (!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was happy but not very very happy, just happy enough to put on a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel sick, nauseaous and tired. My eyes are swollen and red.&lt;br /&gt;Drained. I feel extremely drained.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my period is getting the better of me and probably the main cause of how and what I'm feeling and hopefully nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;My face is throbbing to the rhythm of my heart, the rhythm of my heart is not as strong or as steady as it was. It is speeding up and slowing down, beating with irregular strength, sending sharp messages through my arm. It held when it needed to hold, but it's not going to hold much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm not going to hold much longer.&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/26985426-8626821764299795681?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8626821764299795681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=8626821764299795681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8626821764299795681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8626821764299795681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-i-was-happy-but-not-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-4055874980442509360</id><published>2007-02-12T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:08:37.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me share with you people what I did at work today (other than pretending to send out and printing emails and doing placement slips and yadayada blah blah blah.) I was on the search for unglam and spas pictures of me because according to auntie H-ON, she needs a picture with me having a funny expression so that she can draw me easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: HON is a good artist. I've seen her work and they're fabulous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Okay anyways, so I went to search on Elisa's blog because I knew she has pictures of me(like d-uh. haha) To tell you the truth, from the time we were together to the time we broke up and until NOW (it's been like one and half years plus?? okay whatever.) I've never once went to check out her photo gallery so today was my first! They were damn entertaining. Every single one relieved my memories of our past- bitter/sweet/sour/salty/......&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite one, I remember that day we were fooling around with her camera in the mrt train and I was teaching her how to smile.... and this was how she smiled -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdAeZ2sX6eI/AAAAAAAAABU/pxMFaiVXcH0/s1600-h/the+bigger+horse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030554213300038114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdAeZ2sX6eI/AAAAAAAAABU/pxMFaiVXcH0/s320/the+bigger+horse.bmp" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I loved most was the caption which read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teaching me to smile lika model"only top teeth are visible..." but i look like a horse.. ):&lt;br /&gt;Added by Elisa L. on Mar 12, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna date you soon but I know I've to wait till AFTER Chinese New Year. ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what people will say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running after you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't matter what may come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-4055874980442509360?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4055874980442509360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=4055874980442509360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/4055874980442509360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/4055874980442509360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-me-share-with-you-people-what-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RdAeZ2sX6eI/AAAAAAAAABU/pxMFaiVXcH0/s72-c/the+bigger+horse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-3142998631003995600</id><published>2007-02-09T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T16:32:47.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I bought dinner for mummy and tiffy (Shawn and daddy were going for some wedding dinner.Haha too bad they couldn't enjoy the yummy food I bought.) My mum was busy baking her chinese new year cookies and I thought it was nice to buy her dinner afterall she was in fact- busy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I took a train down to Lavender to get their dinner. Bought it from a famous western stall (Happy Chef - the name is cute, the logo is even cutier) at Crawford Court. It was a long walk there and a even further walk back mainly because I wanted to get to the NEL (Boon Keng station) but I think it was worth it. I saw my mum beam and my sister smile. It was the least I could do and I was glad we enjoyed our dinner in front of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;So dinner menu was:&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Kiev&lt;br /&gt;Fish Schritzel&lt;br /&gt;Pork Ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds nice right? They taste as good as they sound. Too bad I could only find pictures of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RcweVGsX6aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yW5Fu5U25_A/s1600-h/chickenkiev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029428231788816802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RcweVGsX6aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yW5Fu5U25_A/s320/chickenkiev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken kiev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RcweU2sX6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WciXs1v3Rac/s1600-h/fishschnitzelset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029428227493849490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RcweU2sX6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WciXs1v3Rac/s320/fishschnitzelset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish Schritzel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pork ribs were the best and my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;Mum comments: Hmmm.. This is good! The ribs are even better than Country Mana's.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: My mum wants me to buy them again as a side dish for dinner tonight. She wants to celebrate my sister's good results! Haha. My obsession is contagious even my mum is crazy about eating from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record I had lunch at the same place with my colleagues. I had Chicken Schritzel. I was so full and stuffed, I swear I could explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No matter how far I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My heart still remains with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-3142998631003995600?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/3142998631003995600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=3142998631003995600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3142998631003995600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/3142998631003995600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-i-bought-dinner-for-mummy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXBseBtCtKE/RcweVGsX6aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yW5Fu5U25_A/s72-c/chickenkiev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-4036968420904582320</id><published>2007-02-08T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:15:09.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deborah and Olivia were so bored at work and to kill their boredom there wasn't meebo, there wasn't Ebuddy and worst of all there was NO msn messenger in deborah's office, so they chatted through deborah's tag board. How intelligent right? hahaha it saved them on their sms-es (!!) (sucha plus point *winks.)&lt;br /&gt;Note: Take a look THERE------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello olllie HON (I like your surname heh heh), I want my bailey's and Zippo soon please! Thank yoooooou :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The truth of my existence will be removed and replaced with imagined good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-4036968420904582320?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/4036968420904582320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=4036968420904582320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/4036968420904582320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/4036968420904582320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/deborah-and-olivia-were-so-bored-at.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-8811488979502621494</id><published>2007-02-07T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:00:50.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is not the life I want or who I want to be but I don't know anything else. I have tried to change before and I have failed. I have tried to change again and again and again and I have failed over and over and over. If there was something to make me think this time was different, I would try, but there isn't. If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, I would run to it. I am worse than I have ever been before. If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, I would run to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You already know,&lt;br /&gt;girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-8811488979502621494?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8811488979502621494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=8811488979502621494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8811488979502621494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8811488979502621494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-not-life-i-want-or-who-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-8458061631596316681</id><published>2007-02-06T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:23:06.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen from Weiling's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good news first or bad news?&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: Only 11 people in the class passed Phys class test.&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I topped the class.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA DEBORAH'S TUITION MUST BE REALLY GOOD! Now, does anyone want her number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I didn't know I was that good. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-8458061631596316681?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/8458061631596316681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=8458061631596316681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8458061631596316681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/8458061631596316681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/stolen-from-weilings-blog-good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-117038210021236090</id><published>2007-02-02T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:29:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Met the two (female) cucko birds for dinner and did mini-shopping (because someone needed to get someone else a present) We didn't even get ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I called Clare.&lt;br /&gt;:Hello Clar... where are we meeting? Where are you now? Is Mui with you already?&lt;br /&gt;Clare: Erm... we're at Starbucks.. we meet at Marina Square larh... ohhohh... Mui msged to say she can't come, her mum didn't allow her.&lt;br /&gt;(I was alil sad, it's not that I wasnt looking forward to see clare but it's always &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me and her&lt;/span&gt; date, without Mui/Pei. I was looking forward to see Mui!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;: HUh? Why like that? Who's the us? (thinks it's Clar and someone)&lt;br /&gt;(Ignores my question)Clare: Haiyer you just meet me at Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;:Don't want. I don't know how to get there. Surely get lost one lor. (the fact was I didn't want to walk THERE all by myself)&lt;br /&gt;Clare: Then where you wanna meet?&lt;br /&gt;:NUM at citylink there.&lt;br /&gt;Clare: Okay! See you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the escalator, turns left, walks towards the steps and spots Clare &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looks at the floor because Mui was not there :(&lt;br /&gt;Clare sticks her head out and waves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I continue to sulk (head down).. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare: Oei.. Why so sad? Let's go into this shop first. ("stupid things sporting kimono prints on them" shop. I swear they're fulgy,like what would Clare wanna see there)&lt;br /&gt;(follows her in anyway, turns my head and saw an AJ uniform-ed girl. I wonder who huh. pft)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Deborah beams :D&lt;br /&gt;Clare: Woah! You mean I have such little importance in your life arh?&lt;br /&gt;Deborah ignores her.&lt;br /&gt;:You lied to me! I feel so cheated! You two idiots lied to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to DIVA and Clare treated us to our (first and hopefullly not the last) threesome ring! HAHA.. I think it's cause she felt bad for lying to me. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S I have it on now. Better have yours on when I see you later.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ate at Ichiban Boshi. Ate well and was damn full. Wanted to treat them to drinks/Yami yoghurt/Ben and Jerry's BUT Mui was already bursting her AJ skirt.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: I don't have a typo when it reads "Clar" because I know she hates it when we call her that. heh heh :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dear Mui Mui my love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today's Cross country, run your best okay? Think of me when you're running and I'm sure you'll finish the 3.5 km effortlessly. Hahah. Treat you to your Soya Bean Ice Cream when you decide to meet me at Compass :)) Cheer up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However much I hid it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;however guardedly I kept it.&lt;/em&gt;&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/26985426-117038210021236090?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/117038210021236090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=117038210021236090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/117038210021236090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/117038210021236090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-met-two-female-cucko-birds.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-117022423194584334</id><published>2007-01-31T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:13:17.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dreams are queer. Some say they represent what and how you're feeling. Yet sometimes I think they're actually foreboding something. Exactly what.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She walks towards me and puts her arms around me and she hugs me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're two people who have just been through a terrible ordeal together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although it was worse for me, I know it wasn't easy for her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This hug is our bond, our bond to learn from what we have just been through and become better and stronger because of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know she will keep the bond, I don't know if I can. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pull away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each step is more difficult than the last, each step hurts more.&lt;/em&gt;&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/26985426-117022423194584334?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/117022423194584334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=117022423194584334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/117022423194584334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/117022423194584334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/01/dreams-are-queer.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-117014757098458393</id><published>2007-01-30T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:07:15.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA... Today, I learnt something about the person who used to sit in the cubicle that is currently mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Alice is still on leave. Her daughter is in hospital and on drip. I shall be nice to her. Poor thing. I was STILL given work. Gabriel kept me busy with printing his emails and filing them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, abit of background info: Gabriel sits in the front of me, on my diagonal left is Steve Britten (rather unfriendly guy but I suppose Ang Mohs are Ang Mohs), on my left is Bruce, Alice sits behind me and Zul sits on her left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I was staring at the com as I usually do then suddenly Bruce reaches for the calenders that are on the partition that separates our cubicles and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: You know the story behind these calenders?&lt;br /&gt;(mind you there were like three of them lining the partition like why the hell would anyone need THREE freaking calenders of the same year right?)&lt;br /&gt;: Nope..Why?&lt;br /&gt;(background Zul laughs uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;(Bruce hesitates)&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: Better not say... later you tell your aunt..&lt;br /&gt;:My aunt doesn't work here..&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: Then who is Theresa to you?&lt;br /&gt;:My friend's godma's sister?&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: OhOh...&lt;br /&gt;Zul: He used them to block the girl's face&lt;br /&gt;:You mean the girl who used to sit here?&lt;br /&gt;(Zul nods. Still laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: A bimbo used to sit there lah... I swear she's some bimbo not say she's pretty or what .. but she had mirrors like ALL around her table and she kept looking at her reflection. OMG... I tell you it was damn irritating.. I couldn't stand it at all....&lt;br /&gt;(Bruce reaches to remove ALL the calenders)&lt;br /&gt;Zul: She's really damn irritating.. You cannot talk to her without getting irritated.. She sings you know... like SUDDENLY...while you're talking to her, she can just start humming... like LALALA or HMMhmmmhmmm... haiyer like what the hell right?&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: You damn good arh... start gossiping already..tsktsk... Anymore anymore??&lt;br /&gt;Zul: Since you let the cat out of the bag right? ... Let her know EVERYTHING lah..&lt;br /&gt;:ahaha.... so how old is she?&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: Fresh grad lah... Thank goodness you're not like that.. Better don't learn from THAT kinda people.. So SO sO So irritating...&lt;br /&gt;Zul: (points to Bruce) At least you see him smiling nowadays... last time, his face is black like charcoal arh...&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: I'm very nice one.. but she just gets on my nerves..tsktsk better don't be like that..&lt;br /&gt;(Zul starts singing in the background)&lt;br /&gt;Bruce snaps: Argh... You better stop arh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always, always it came down to the same thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-117014757098458393?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/117014757098458393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=117014757098458393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/117014757098458393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/117014757098458393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-117006254580368366</id><published>2007-01-29T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:22:25.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6084/2831/1600/800284/DSC_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6084/2831/320/806120/DSC_0093.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were THIS bored. Zul decided to test her cam. Bruce took a pic of her and......&lt;br /&gt;This is her and her crossed eyed expression. HARHAR.... they're undergoing their second childhood i reckon.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-117006254580368366?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/117006254580368366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=117006254580368366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/117006254580368366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/117006254580368366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-were-this-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-117004334717879694</id><published>2007-01-29T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:19:04.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work is damn blissful today maybe because the lady in charge of me (Alice) is on an urgent leave. I was sniggering in my heart when Zul told me that. hahaha so officially work ended the moment I stepped into office!&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, she assigned me to rearrange a file, do a signing slip and a cover note for it. I rearranged the file then I noticed there was already a cover note so.. I asked Zul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Zul.. there's already a cover note. Alice told me to do a cover note but there is one here already..&lt;br /&gt;Zul: Sorry? Maybe she wants you to do the cover note for this year?? Bruce! HELP!&lt;br /&gt;(Bruce enters the scene. I showed him the file. He crosses over to my side- my cubicle.)&lt;br /&gt;(Bruce flips the papers. I waited ad waited and stoned.)&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: Don't you have anything else to do?&lt;br /&gt;:Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: So.. What did you do in Australia?&lt;br /&gt;: Visited my relatives for THIRTY SEVEN days.....&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: Woah.. Which part of Australia? Sydney?&lt;br /&gt;:hahaha.. I wish arh.. It was quite boring..&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: You could have taken a domestic flight around what?&lt;br /&gt;: OH yeah.. but my parents didnt want to&lt;br /&gt;(He clearly doesn't know what to assign me to do, hence the casual chat.)&lt;br /&gt;(AFTER 5 mins...)&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: I think you just update these following changes can already larh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So changes it was. I did them in like 3 minutes?? Printed. Filed. And back to nothing to do AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It was true, I suppose, what was said- that I didn't understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I didn't understand Her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-117004334717879694?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/117004334717879694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=117004334717879694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/117004334717879694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/117004334717879694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/01/work-is-damn-blissful-today-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-116979765361427759</id><published>2007-01-26T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:44:12.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay FINALLY a breather oh alright NOT exactly. It's just that I've got nothing to do (since my in-charge hasn't assigned me anything/ she's gone to a meeting and I'm just too lazy to ask, afterall she's busy and I don't wanna disturb her. heh heh excuses)&lt;br /&gt;Rightt. I started work on MONDAY at AON RE WORLDWIDE, Rafflesplace [Singapore Land Tower] (clare's godma's sister needed a temp clerk/admin staff, I was free so I got hired. But seriously I think they really don't need me.) I think it's not too bad. I get paid 7 bucks per hour and working hours are like 8.30am to 5.30pm? Easy Peasy. ahaha. I don't really need to do much. Just filing, typing endorsements, closing and replacement slips and checking if the overseas companies have agreed on the layers and blah blah etc. Okay these were ALL foreign to me too. I never knew what I was doing till like yesterday, I found out that the company is dealing with interest breaking (??) so the employees are like interest brokers or breakers. Haiyer whatever. It finally made sense to me YESTERDAY. Please tell me I'm not slow. har har.&lt;br /&gt;Random: I swear everytime I take the lift, my ears get blocked and they feel like they're about to explode the exact feeling I get when I take the aeroplane. Okay this is so totally irrelevant BUT I just had to say, I mean it's amazingly queer since I take the lift up and down to get to my house but I don't get this feeling what. Maybe be it's the increase in altitude. arhhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Wednesday, I give swimmming lessons to THREE adult women aged 26, 33 and 42. OMG I think they were put into my life to test my patience. Like seriously. They ask questions like "Why I can't float arh?" or "When I swim why is it that I'm not parallel to the floor?" and the worst part they call me "'Donica". Harhar so funny. How does DEBORAH sound anything close to Donica. Poks. TSK. I shan't mention the race though.. Weekends still got kids to coach. I'm so looking forward to that! They beat adults mann.. Cute and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition with Weiling tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Topics I need to read up tongiht:&lt;br /&gt;1) Static Electricity&lt;br /&gt;2)Current Electricity&lt;br /&gt;3)DC circuits&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. ahaha BUT tutoring her is funn. We gossip seriously and I teach her seriously too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) dinner date with you tonight. ohlalalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Iclose my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreackage I have caused to myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self-loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easy but the answers don't.&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/26985426-116979765361427759?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/116979765361427759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=116979765361427759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/116979765361427759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/116979765361427759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-finally-breather-oh-alright-not.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-116939355132528445</id><published>2007-01-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:06:56.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear dearest,&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to encourage you and tell you it's okay (just as long as you're happy.) But I can't. I can't bring myself to saying that. I can't watch myself let you walk down the path I once did, knowing well enough the pain involved and the possible repercussions that entail. Some say I'm the one who can best relate to you cos I'm more convincing. I guess it's not a matter of how well I might bring my point across. You've to make your step away. Away from what you know is wrong. Dear you gotta learn to love yourself more, that way i suppose everything else would fall into place. (Don't go for the second best you deserve better) We're all here for you. We love you too much to watch you like that. Be strong and firm. This is so much we can do, ultimately the rest is up to you- you're the one who can make the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm not perfect. I probably might not heed the advice I'm giving you if I were in your position. But I'm just hoping somewhere somehow along the way you might sense the wrong and undo it. It's not too late. And I suppose all of us share the same sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;BRA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-116939355132528445?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/116939355132528445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=116939355132528445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/116939355132528445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/116939355132528445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2007/01/dear-dearest-part-of-me-wants-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-116329309190658680</id><published>2006-11-12T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:49:37.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now playing in my mind : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Caught Fire (In your eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I can't wait for this dreary week to past. Actually I just can't wait for friday to come just cos it officially marks THE end of my nightmares. Right(?) Rightt. Gee... I'm suppose to be mugging my PHYSICS plus CHEM now. God it's boring. Blea. Anyway, I came up with the list of things I intend to do during the LAST four miserable days I'm gonna spend in Singapore before I fly off. 21November is the day I fly off to Australia and don't come back till like 38 days later(27December), I'll spending Christmas with my angmoh relatives, not that I have anything against that but I 'll miss you guys back in Singapore. Sobs. Foreign Land Foreign People and WORST off god knows what kinda presents I'll get :( Well at least I've got Clare whose making her visit during my stay there, it might just be funn. HA. Okay, back to the plans for THE four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday(17 November)&lt;br /&gt;Chem Paper 1 ends at 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;Make my way down to the Salon.&lt;br /&gt;Get my hair trim/cut/wash/blow/dry/coloured (or rather) streaked with three different shades of brown. I'll probably have a strand of blonde.Haha. It'll be cool.(My mama is so nice, she actually called the day before yesterday to make my appointment. Ain't I a celebrity(?) Well at least Clare Tsk at it.lalalala. And the best part of ALL these I'm gonna do it for free!!! while my mum says she'll go by to pay for it three days later when she goes to do hers. Haha. I love my mum. muacks&lt;br /&gt;Then off to meet the trio for dinner(it'll be OUR lady's nigt out after eons.GEEz) Peipei still owes US our Marche treat, I didn't forget(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Probably watching 'Step-up' if time permits.&lt;br /&gt;Stayover has been cancelled. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday(18 November)&lt;br /&gt;Violet's dying to date me.Muahhaha. Cos she says she'll miss me and my nonsense for a whole 38 days and she better book me before I'm all taken. She's damn cute called me just to ask when is the departure time and day just so she and melon can send me off. How sweet I feel honoured. wosh! I dont even know what's she planned to do. I LOVE the boxers dearie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday(19 November)&lt;br /&gt;Spending my time with The Penguins (that's what Clare calls us and I wonder for whatever reason) Haha.... Hmm alright we rescheduled our movie watching to Sunday just in case Friday doesn't have time. Apparently I'm the cause of it but I'm actually providing us more time to spend together right? Anyway, I doubt we'll watch our movie in peace just like how "The Lake" which was supposedly a love story turned out becoming a comedy, all thanks to Mui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday(20 November)&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with You. Problem is You haven't told me where and what we're doing(!!!) Hahaha . I love surprises anyway, and I just hope it'll the best plan You can ever come with :) excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (21 November)&lt;br /&gt;Daym. It's THE Day. sigh. Flight is at 8! God that just means I've to wake up like 5(??) Urgh! Well I can at least seek comfort in the fact that You, Violet, Melon and M are gonna send me off :D. I wonder if I'll cry let's see. hmmm. I just hope my mum doesn't see You.*prays hard&lt;br /&gt;(OMG in my midst planning I actually forgot to mention packing. hahah I guess I'll just dump my whole wardrobe into my luggage. sigh I can imagine how boring it's gonna be, so NOT looking forward to it. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22November to 27 December-Off to Australia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-116329309190658680?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/116329309190658680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=116329309190658680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/116329309190658680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/116329309190658680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-in-my-mind-caught-fire-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-116313142816741811</id><published>2006-11-10T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:24:06.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far i count myself really screwed for the A's. I mean look at it this way, firstly, I had no idea what I was writing for my GP essay much less the freaking AQ. AQ used to be THE one and only thing I scored at. But frankly, on that faithfully day of the paper, I just had to lose it. Daym.&lt;br /&gt;Maths was disastrous. Almost every single question came to a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;end. I actually couldn't do 49 marks worth of questions. Tell me how am I gonna get the A that i want :(&lt;br /&gt;Sigh then it came to Chem, honestly I have no idea how to evaluate it. The only thing I knew was I tried best. Well, it's THE only consolation I'm giving myself. Besides what's done is done. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt;Velvety and I have decided that we are gonna retake our A's next year as private candies(!!). I don't know whether to feel grateful for the second chance but the fact that I am trying it again just goes to show I have actually left myself, my parents and You down. I made You a promise to focus and I didn't break it just that some things are not going the way I intended them to be. But I guess there's no harm to that, it's never too late to correct what you've done wrong. I did a mistake to slack like shit in J1 and I'm reaping the consequences of my actions now. I may have studied really hard for THIS but i guess it was a wee bit too late. Besides I don't want to enter the Uni with mediocre grades. I wanna get those A's cos I know I have the capability but now it seems so unattainable.(physically and mentally impossilbe although I know &lt;em&gt;Impossile is nothing) &lt;/em&gt;Retaking the A's leaves me with a WHOLE year to leisurely study the entire A level syllabus with much ease since I did it once already. Sigh but I'm crossing my fingers, toes and heart hoping against all odds that some miracle might happen. ( Hopefully the plane carrying our papers gets hijacked and the papers go missing*hehehe) boooooooooboooooo but that's never the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Gonna write this out.&lt;br /&gt;My lil black heart breaks apart with your big mouth&lt;br /&gt;I am sick&lt;br /&gt;My sickness,&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch me you'll get this&lt;br /&gt;I am useless lazy perverted&lt;br /&gt;You hate me&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me&lt;br /&gt;While I wait for my wake up call and everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything is my fault"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-116313142816741811?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/116313142816741811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=116313142816741811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/116313142816741811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/116313142816741811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-far-i-count-myself-really-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-116249668127615891</id><published>2006-11-03T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T03:44:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinking myself in bed, my mind didn't hesitate to recall the events of that day. GP was a major screw-up for starters and secondly my health isn't doing me good(maybe it was all self inflicted I don't know.Frankly i didn't care.What good is my body afterall?) I guess life isn't going the way it should. I feel shitted. Yes shitted is the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-116249668127615891?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/116249668127615891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=116249668127615891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/116249668127615891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/116249668127615891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/11/sinking-myself-in-bed-my-mind-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115976567322811386</id><published>2006-10-02T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:02:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today, I went to school for like only one hour (physics!) then my stupid-nua partner and I decided to check if the side gate was open. We spyed from the third floor then we realised the second floor might have been better. While walking the stairs we noticed a J1 walking towards the gate(!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:"OMG!"(peeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:"Bra! The gate's open! Let's zhao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:"HAHA! okay! HURRY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(looks around , no one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Soon , we found ourselves at the bus stop. Phew. Haha, it seems as if we were running out of prison. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;At __'s house, was checking mail and slacking and watching TV and .....etc. Hmm... anyway, i got this mysterious email from some CAROLINE  and she asked me to add her on msn. So i added her and this was our convesation. Boring. Damn boring. I suspect she just wanted a partner to satisfy her. Gross. I thought only guys were like that. BUT I was so WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;caroline here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;ure fr fridae rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;gt pic??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;see lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: im not at my com and fridae got what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;u at wrk nw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: i pon sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;where u nw? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: at my friend's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;oh okie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;wads ur nick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: dont understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;wads ur nick in fridae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: ilovebra la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;oh ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;wad sch u fr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: sajc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;oh okie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;blue skirt with white top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: yeah lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;skirt surely damn short rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: hmm. it's relatively, to me it isnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says:haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;haah hw short ur skirt? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(I could tell she was sorta ABnormal from here. Her constant obsession about skirts was boring to bits.Like can't you make more sensible conversation. Diao pok. Argh! I had to play along. Being nice. Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: half of my thigh or alil more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;oh okie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;surely gt wear shorts inside rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: yeah like duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: you working ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;in sg lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;like duh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: how i know right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i use to tighten + shorten my skirt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Like i want to know. NOT interested lor. Stupid time waster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: huh? you were from SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;tpjc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: your uni not nice one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: you went uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;strong&gt; pte sch lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;strong&gt; i don wear shorts under my skirt de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Told you she was obsessed about you know what. She's trying to lead me to something but i just couldn't stand it. It was really grossing me. Blea.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: why is the conversation revolving around skirts -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;aiyo girls mah..of cos skirts lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: oh okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: so u attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: broke up already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;strong&gt; icic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;i also broke up and single nw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;u att to guy or gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: to a girl duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;do u mast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: u do i bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;hw com u don?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: are you sure you are girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(I just had to ask. The thought was just freaking me and not that girls can't ... but whatever she does by herself doesn't matter me much less if i cared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;yup i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;wanna call me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: i rather talk to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: were you ever attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;yup 2 ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: go find them then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: what's ur label?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;pl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: im p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: no wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;y??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When the going gets TOUGH the TOUGH gets going&lt;/span&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;gt a prob with pl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: no i dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deⓑoⓡⓐh. tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt; says: but i ll never be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt nothing. Benefitted nothing. It was pure waste of lucrative time&lt;br /&gt; -_-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115976567322811386?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115976567322811386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115976567322811386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115976567322811386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115976567322811386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-went-to-school-for-like-only.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115916300493793171</id><published>2006-09-25T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:43:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It happens everytime you're giving the sign.We start to get it onbut then you stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness: I WANT JONATHAN TO WIN idol!!!!!!!!!!!! He is SO SO suave! VOTE PEOPLE  vote! It is no waste........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115916300493793171?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115916300493793171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115916300493793171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115916300493793171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115916300493793171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-happens-everytime-youre-giving-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115889374829480794</id><published>2006-09-22T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:55:48.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG finally a chance to update and everytime i get to do it is when.... well when I PON school. HA.&lt;br /&gt;Ponning school is probably the norm ever since you get into a college. Going to school has no more meaning. It is just dreadful. Stoning and even more stoning. Haiyah whatever. I just hate school. I just can't wait for Sunday when  I can finally see my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darlings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Sorry I've neglected you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MISSED YOU TO BEATS :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115889374829480794?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115889374829480794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115889374829480794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115889374829480794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115889374829480794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-finally-chance-to-update-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115569462867058395</id><published>2006-08-16T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:17:08.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having the day from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't going so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard i &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TRY not&lt;/span&gt; to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Things that you do just makes it even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do when it all falls apart. Gotta pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;Where do i start cos i can't turn to you when it all falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;Can it be easier?&lt;br /&gt;Can I just change my life cos it seems to go bad all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Love wasn't supposed to hurt this way but it did and she wanted none of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115569462867058395?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115569462867058395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115569462867058395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115569462867058395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115569462867058395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/08/having-day-from-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115396477668808231</id><published>2006-07-27T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:52:03.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi bRa. dis is TVV..regarding ur SGC which ur having problems writing:)..here is a sample tt i wrote for u:) be sure to use it when u go for job interviews:) u will surely find it a great help .&lt;br /&gt;Here's it: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Deb&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;rah&lt;/span&gt; is a very &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;gal&lt;/span&gt; ;) her looks will take her far :) U'll find her smile a joy..maybe it'll be even better when she acts cute..LIKE ME :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)smile more girl:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;your everdearest...tvv:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE: DISCLAIMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TVV refers to e acronym for bra's everdearest mate..the velvety violet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115396477668808231?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115396477668808231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115396477668808231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115396477668808231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115396477668808231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-bra.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115336012522353110</id><published>2006-07-20T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:04:15.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sitting here staring at the wall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;another lonely tear falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I pretend you're thinking of me like how I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to understand the world around me, but i fail.Everything around me puzzles me.The world is a miracle; but life is absurd.When people define concepts very clearly, I am taken aback. Is something wrong with me or them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child things were not so different. I did not understand the world, bit his lack of understanding was compensated by the presence of faith.I accepted explanations at their face value.I f someone told me that the earth is round, I accepted it no matter how strongly our sense perceptions contradicted it .When fairy tales were narrated with lots of miracles thrown in, I swallowed them with eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;The simple faith of childhood, alas, is no longer available to me.Now different and bigger problems puzzle me.And I can find no answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115336012522353110?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115336012522353110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115336012522353110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115336012522353110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115336012522353110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/07/sitting-here-staring-at-wall-another.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115306794170805961</id><published>2006-07-17T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:58:55.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world in my mind&lt;br /&gt;What's life?&lt;br /&gt;What's the use when you're killing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Church was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;horrid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping during sermon.&lt;br /&gt;Eating &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kINDER BURNEO&lt;/span&gt; while half telling Clare about my screwed-up life.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face was as black as the gloomy sky&lt;br /&gt;:"Woah.. Why your face look like you wanna kill someone?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As much as I tired my best to put on a front, the ugliness from within was spilling out. Spilling out slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lunch was&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; horrid&lt;/span&gt; or even worst.&lt;br /&gt;Was in no mood in having the usual family lunch much less entertaining Owen and his bro. Though his bro was nice (in holding the door for me and waiting till everyone had passed before he entered the restaurant. Nice? yess), Owen on the other hand, was clearly stepping on the very last of my nerves. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Familiarity breeds contempt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:"Bee(debbie).. Your fish."&lt;br /&gt;*ignores.&lt;br /&gt;Sis takes the fish, puts it on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;The table was filled with laughter and chatter. I chose to sit in my corner. To sulk. To reflect. To show them i hated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things just can't be forgiven &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; easily especially forgiven by me. I don't let things go so easily. Never.&lt;br /&gt;Adults seem to think we are capable to forgive and forget just about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;If the circumstances were different, maybe it could have been possible. BUT this was different.&lt;br /&gt;To start with you had be guilty for hitting me in the lip. Because firstly, I didn't really deserve it, considering the fact that it was simply over not washing the rice well but clearly I did wash the rice properly. Petty? Duh-errr!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I had to lie to the girls that I got myself hit during PE when in actual fact PE never existed in my timetable.&lt;br /&gt;I did that because I didn't want you to look bad. You were never bad since I knew very well that all you do is because you cared for me and you meant well but there's a limit to how much you should protect and shield me.&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for you to let me go but it has always been too early for you.&lt;br /&gt;We were never a dysfunctional family. It's only cos of your overly-protective nature which has bridged this gap between us and because of that you have officially destroyed my life. My privacy was never taken into consideration. And I've realised that there's no point in talking to you about it either cos your ears were never open or you never had the intentions to hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How am I ever gonna forgive you or respect you for that matter? You have never respected me in the first place. It works both ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Start of cold war: 6 July 2006&lt;br /&gt;End: indefinite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that I hate you so and that you have made me &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115306794170805961?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115306794170805961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115306794170805961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115306794170805961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115306794170805961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/07/staring-out-at-rain-with-heavy-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115288384751944448</id><published>2006-07-14T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:41:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13July&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a sore throat or I slept with a sore throat, whichever way my sore throat is still there and it hurts. The day started off gloomy ans depressing. I was practically nua-ing my way around school and what made it worst was Violet wasn't in school(she ponned obviously) and so I was left to nua by myself. Maddy was so lukewarm towards me and it felt like everything was working against me- my results, my friends and definitely my mood. My body was there but my heart and soul was in different realm. Something in me told me that today was gonna be &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; like it was foreboding something. Something like an omen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately enough, I made a lunch date with E and E took all that glum away. (for the meantime at least)&lt;br /&gt;Ate ice monster.&lt;br /&gt;Fooled around in Cold storage, picking and choosing the nicest wrapper of gummies. Note: nicest wrapper NOT gummy. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Told me not to eat chocolates from Cold Storage because the cows used to produce the milk had mad cow diease. Mind you she said it in the MOST serious manner which probably is what made it so comical. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Made fun of/ laughed at the Cold storage cashier girl who had frumbly socks with lacey top and the black shoes that were so tightly velcro-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Haha frankly, time spent with you is fun. Great fun though nothing much was done but the little it was it cheered me up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottomline is: I missed you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Know girl, you probably don't know how am i doing or anything detailed about me since we had become akin to strangers but you really made me smile more than i ever could in months. And yesterday sorta reminded me of the times we had spent (2 years plus 3) together. It'll be 29 July in 15 days meaning a year since we have broken up. You'll never be forgotten but ever so-cherished as my dearest monkay. Trust me when i promise you this. I guess there is no point in reminicsing because you'll never come back to me after how i had been so mean to you and all. But I hope you'll remember the promise you made to me on that tennis ball you gave me. I don't know about you but I have held on to those words for as long as i could remember and closest to my heart. Perhaps it is because the times we spent together were irreplaceable and forever etching a place in the deepest portion of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I thought the day had turned out to be blissful once more but boy was i wrong. The fucking SHIT day was just about to begin. Firstly, to start with some &lt;strong&gt;idiot&lt;/strong&gt; with the no 938_ _ _ _ _ apparently messaged my mum and told her to watch over her daughters well. Like who the hell is that?!? What do you have to do with me?? None of your &lt;strong&gt;freaking &lt;/strong&gt;business asshole!! So anyway, when i got home, my mother asked to check my bag and well she found my sticks. Okay if there wasn't bad enough, she had to check my phone. Like hello?!? Privacy?!? She never ever learned the meaning to that word actually. So fine, she found C's messages. I mean is she stupid or what? Doesn't she realise that her daughter is &lt;strong&gt;different &lt;/strong&gt;and she needs her space and watching over her like a hawk is never gonna mend their relationship. I can forgive you for the THAT BLOW you gave me on the lip (since it had been countless times already) But calling C up and ranting at her was so UN-CALLED for and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my last straw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You make me so miserable. Life's a curse with misery (misery=you) so why live it? But then again I realised you were not worth dwelling my sorrow on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like excuse me?!? Scold me, punch me, hit me, kill me. Do whatever you wish to me but don't ever bring C into the picture. She's innocent. She probably hates me to the core now and perhaps nothing I do is gonna amend the situation. Calling her up and warning her never to message me again and sorta implicating her for my bad results. (???) Makes no fucking sense. It is NOT her fault!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that idiot has gotta be blamed actually. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Life was a bliss till YOU fucking came along and I'm hope you're glad that you have spoilt something or rather EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ARGH..Nothing I say or do will ever make it clear to her so I'd rather live in a world of my own and leave her otu of my life. If you leave me alone and STOP screwing my life over and over again. Maybe then will I see that your intentions of caring for me is actually genuine. You gotta let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 July&lt;br /&gt;Miss TVV wanted to see me personally and I thought to myself: oh Crap, Guess my mother had probably spoken to her about my problem(s) and all. So I was anticipating the worst-an hour long lecture(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Miss TVV: DEBORAH, I've got good news for you!(smiles)&lt;br /&gt;(frowns) In my head, HUh??? Good news? What the shit? Don't tell me she wanted to say thank you for making the Service-Learning a success??? Haha. What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;Deb: Hmm.. miss tan.. what is it??&lt;br /&gt;Miss TVV: DEBORAH.. just to let you know you did really well for your SPA exam (chem). When I was marking, I was like 'WOW... very good... VERY VERY good. WOAH.. EXCELLENT!!' So I say my dear girl, take heart! You can do it! It's a matter of not giving up. I believe you've got the capacity to do it. Just try your best!&lt;br /&gt;(shocked)Deb: oh ermm..thank you miss tan, I appreaciate it. But my chemistry grades are dipping terribly.Miss TVV: Hmm... What are the problems you are facing? I realised you look troubled these few days. You're a pretty girl DEBORAH. You should smile more.&lt;br /&gt;(smiles sheepishly)Deb: urmmm..okay thanks miss tan. Actually initailly, I found it really futile to study because everytime I start to, I just feel so tired and I just end up giving up while hoping for the best to happen even a miracle. Like everything could just fly into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Miss TVV:(laughs) Is it because you're emotionally tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. oh boy that actually started me thinking. Was I really physically tired or was I just emotionally drained?? Emotionally drained. Like I don't want to go on no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not ready for goodbye- ALL 4 ONE&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/26985426-115288384751944448?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115288384751944448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115288384751944448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115288384751944448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115288384751944448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/07/13july-i-woke-up-with-sore-throat-or-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115245888358516369</id><published>2006-07-09T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:28:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;The day i skipped school and well college day too. Hmm... at least we did something productive. HEE. Met clare and LP in town, god it was suppose to be OUR day out to take neoprints and exchange uniforms or maybe not exactly. haha. It ended up with LP going home at 530 with mister andrew and mui not even turning up :( So it was left with poor me and clare on a date.&lt;br /&gt; We went to marina square, walked around, tried on shades and well acted spastic. We decided to eat at HAN'S! Hahaha.. dinner was retarded really. I whipped out my ipod and listened to emo songs right after we ate our spaghetti. I shared my list of them and she too. Then i passed the ipod to and she was so rough with it, the ear piece got a taste of our dinner. Silly clare. argh! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current LIST of songs(well i'll only name ten)&lt;br /&gt;1. Craig David's ONE LAST DANCE&lt;br /&gt;2. Brandy's HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;3. Relient K's GETTING INTO YOU&lt;br /&gt;4. The Veronica's WHEN IT ALL FALLS APART&lt;br /&gt;5. Delta Goodrem's LOST WITHOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;6. Backstreet Boys' I STILL&lt;br /&gt;7. Katherine Mcphee's MY DESTINY&lt;br /&gt;8. Augustana's BOSTON&lt;br /&gt;9. Rascal Flatts' THESE DAYS&lt;br /&gt;10. Pink's WHO KNEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;love them esp the first one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115245888358516369?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115245888358516369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115245888358516369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115245888358516369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115245888358516369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-day-i-skipped-school-and-well.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115192434573340766</id><published>2006-07-03T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:03:37.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm.. i received this shocking message yesterday and i was lost for words and like OMFG. Here's how the message went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I THINK i'm in an extreme sober state now... I've been trying to get you out of my mind but i can't do it anymore!! Ha Ha... I don't know about how r u now, but i miss u terribly u know ): in depression mood again i guess.. Lol. Don't u ever ignore this sms girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender:&lt;br /&gt;Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent:&lt;br /&gt;19:27:06&lt;br /&gt;02-07-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i really had no intentions to reply AT ALL. I mean like what was i suppose to say???? The fact is he didn't even know how to get the So- called lovey dovey message across. Like why the hell would a message like this contain laughter and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;. I simply didn't want to entertain it!!! Doesn't he know there is already someone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i received yet another of his message today. blea. Saying i was an idiot to not have replied him. Fine! Fine! You want a reply. I'll give you a piece of my mind then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my reply:&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already realised, I've never liked in THAT sort of way. And in fact, I just treat you like any one of my friends. I didn't see any need to reply simply cos it was a problem you have to deal with YOURSELF. If you were to let THIS matter come between us then i'm afraid you might have just lost yourself a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm mean&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm heartless&lt;br /&gt;Say whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;I speak my mind and that's what i do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts you so terribly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm outspoken&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be pretentious and besides THIS is a clear signal that I've NEVER had the intentions of leading you on.&lt;br /&gt;The basic fact is I 've never liked you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm quite sure he'll be quite hurt but i guess if you really want to make it clear to him, then he gotta deal with it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115192434573340766?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115192434573340766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115192434573340766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115192434573340766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115192434573340766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115176657821250506</id><published>2006-07-01T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:14:47.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt; DARLINGS are playing tonight. BEAT those portugueses down!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get my england band on. whooooooooooohoooooooooooo! o0hh, I'm waiting for my KAKA to appear for brazil too! Tonight's so gonna be heaven. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can't wait for WEDNESDAY. muacks I so wanna see you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115176657821250506?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115176657821250506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115176657821250506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115176657821250506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115176657821250506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-england-darlings-are-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115176571129707884</id><published>2006-07-01T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:18:21.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey dearie clare,&lt;br /&gt;This entry is for YOU. Well, i guess it's because you gave me that pretty little card and it means a whole lot to me. I guess we've got to thank THAT "L" person for bringing us EVEN closer. It's really a blessing in disguise right?? And just to let you know, you're one of my best friends too! LOVE YOU LOADS DEAR!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I wanted to upload the card BUT it's too big and the words that meant more then anything else can't be seen at all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUI, LP, CLARE!! YESTERDAY WAS FUN FUN FUN!!! HAHAHAHA... I guess we're all lobster-red and hurting right?? We've got a date on FRIDAY girlssssssssss. muacks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115176571129707884?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115176571129707884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115176571129707884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115176571129707884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115176571129707884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-dearie-clare-this-entry-is-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115081307029906471</id><published>2006-06-20T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:17:50.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE conversation with HuiJia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia: Hey deb , look I got my second piercing!&lt;br /&gt;bra: ermm.. right i got mine too. Loook!&lt;br /&gt;jia: We should go get our bellies pierced together too. I guess piercing has its addiction.&lt;br /&gt;bra: haha okay i'll go with you. How can there be an addiction?? Don't be retarded you.&lt;br /&gt;jia: I swear it's true, hmm.. i guess it's the alcohol they apply. I'm addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115081307029906471?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115081307029906471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115081307029906471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115081307029906471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115081307029906471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/06/conversation-with-huijia-jia-hey-deb.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115081240446337902</id><published>2006-06-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:09:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The channel 8 news writer (or whatever you call that person to be) just filled the whole nation with an absolutely pathetic lame piece of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" jing wan de re qi shi er ling ling liu er ling ling liu "&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Today's date is 20062006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HOW LAME CAN THE WORLD GET.&lt;br /&gt;-______-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115081240446337902?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115081240446337902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115081240446337902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115081240446337902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115081240446337902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/06/channel-8-news-writer-or-whatever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115072816859901383</id><published>2006-06-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:42:48.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ADIDAS &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;prem teambag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record I didn't buy that nike futsal(which i wanted so badly) i got an ADIDAS tote bag instead. It's way cooler and ain't nobody has it except me. LOVE IT. MUACKS. I love YOU more. nehnehneh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115072816859901383?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115072816859901383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115072816859901383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115072816859901383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115072816859901383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/06/adidas-prem-teambag-for-record-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115072757624442962</id><published>2006-06-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:34:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey baby, is that you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminiscing, dreaming old dreams&lt;br /&gt;Wishing on wishes&lt;br /&gt;Like you would be here&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and tear drops&lt;br /&gt;They fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;Guess not much has changed&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Dream of you&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm doing these days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115072757624442962?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115072757624442962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115072757624442962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115072757624442962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115072757624442962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-baby-is-that-you-im-reminiscing.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-115012399474937050</id><published>2006-06-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:00:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we never had it easy baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had to work so hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everytime it feels like we're gonna make it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's when it falls apart, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooooohoo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby i'll take my chances with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooooohoo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby i'll take my chances with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every night i think about the mistakes I've made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i try to change my ways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(nothings gonna change my ways) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I don't mind all the little games we play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all the foolish things you say, cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooooohoo baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll take my chances with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's what i'm gonna do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooooohoo baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll take my chances with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is what you make it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so give it one more try &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause I get turned down when you're not around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't take it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we never had it easy baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've both been hurt before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(both been hurt before) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and only time will tell us if we're gonna make it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's no way to be sure, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooooohoo baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll take my chances with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's what i'm gonna do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooooohoo baby i'll take my chances with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooooohoo baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll take my chances with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's what i'm gonna do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooooohoo baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll take my chances &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll take my chances with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somehow this what my heart wants to say (to YOU). Though I don't know if we'll make this work or it may never even last but i guess we should give it a try 'cause I don't want to look back regretting having you slip through my fingers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-115012399474937050?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/115012399474937050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=115012399474937050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115012399474937050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/115012399474937050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-and-i-we-never-had-it-easy-baby-we.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-114995588710417111</id><published>2006-06-11T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:11:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;FOR ME, IT'S YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought it through..and I guess or rather i realised my heart doesn't really beat for you the same way it beats for the other &lt;strong&gt;YOU.&lt;/strong&gt; I want &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; more than anyone else. I suppose that's why i was dying to get back to singapore. Those 5 days were the most horrible. I missed you. I really do. I swear I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-114995588710417111?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/114995588710417111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=114995588710417111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/114995588710417111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/114995588710417111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-me-its-you-ive-thought-it-through.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-114995534578710183</id><published>2006-06-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:02:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BOO!! I'm finally back from camp.. it was quite fun but i wanted to hurry back for my NIKE FUTSAL. heh heh. I 'm getting it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW. &lt;/strong&gt;Ohh.. i so can't wait to get my hands on &lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-114995534578710183?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/114995534578710183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=114995534578710183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/114995534578710183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/114995534578710183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/06/boo-im-finally-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-114922670182958848</id><published>2006-06-02T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:38:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion Part 2</title><content type='html'>Is it clear enough when a guy sends you messages day after day, night after night and actually every waking hour that he has? He gets upset when you don't reply them. He sends u Good night messages which show of his intentions for you. But what if you're apprehensive of what your past life can implicate on your life with him in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-114922670182958848?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/114922670182958848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=114922670182958848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/114922670182958848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/114922670182958848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/06/confusion-part-2.html' title='confusion Part 2'/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-114922592630545481</id><published>2006-06-02T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:25:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the killing</title><content type='html'>I never knew killing a cockroach required so much energy. I could swear I lost a few calories just trying to murder that DAMNED bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was happily brushing my teeth when from the corner of my eye I spotted a Black/Brown (mind you I couldn't see clearly. My contacts were off what??) okay, anyway, it was scampering across the kitchen floor and I was so totally shou mang jiao luan (direct translation for hand busy leg messy) Hmm.. And I went hysterical screaming "Oh shit!! Tiffy, got COCKroach!" she came rushing into the kitchen. "WHERE?!" "Under the cabinet beside the fridge."&lt;br /&gt;We had a plan. She would grab the HUNTER spray while I took our protective gear- our towels. Cover our mouth lest that filthy thing flies into our mouths, we didn't want that for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we set out on our mission (but before that we wore the kitchen slippers.) Psssssst Psssst Pssst..Psst.. my sister sprayed while I watched it wither and swirl but never did we anticipate it flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"ARGH! ArgH!"&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;"IT’S FLYING HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;"No! No! WAIT! IT'S STOPPED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inched towards the scene and...it scampered and darted out of the kitchen into the hallway, down the alley and into my brothers room. It was pitch dark. (We were making a hell lot of noise that mummy woke up) "You go in, quick kill it before it crawls on Shawn." "NO.. I don't dare!" LAUGHS. Lauughs. By then, the master bedroom door opened, (we kicked the kitchen slippers off hiding them in our room because they were not meant for OUTSIDE the kitchen) my mum looked aloof &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you' all up to? Go and sleep Now!"&lt;br /&gt;"But.. but the cockroach is in the room!"&lt;br /&gt;"Go and sleep! NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning I went into his room to check where it was and it's still missing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26985426-114922592630545481?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/114922592630545481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=114922592630545481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/114922592630545481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/114922592630545481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/06/killing.html' title='the killing'/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26985426.post-114883369175603228</id><published>2006-05-29T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:28:11.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confused is the only word that describes me, amidst these rubbish I'm still waiting for.....&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/26985426-114883369175603228?l=ilovebra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/feeds/114883369175603228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26985426&amp;postID=114883369175603228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/114883369175603228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26985426/posts/default/114883369175603228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovebra.blogspot.com/2006/05/give-me.html' title='give me'/><author><name>bra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12238721948289003824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
