<?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-7363119</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:13:42.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i taste just like candy -- so dance with me.</title><subtitle type='html'>i've been walking all day long, thinking. i think i have a problem, i think i think too much. i've been taught to hold back my tears and avoid them, but you've made pain into something i could touch. i've been walking around all day, laughing.. think i'd be better off without you here, and i bet you're sweet and hard to get over.. so i'll cry and people will stop and stare. now that's okay.. let them stop and stare. cause i'm fragile, i am hopeless. i'm not perfect, but i am free. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>597</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-1924669793613366196</id><published>2008-12-09T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:10:55.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you stalkers don't know my new addie. Go get a life or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-1924669793613366196?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1924669793613366196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=1924669793613366196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/1924669793613366196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/1924669793613366196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-moved-so-now-you-stalkers-dont-know.html' 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home, and i got cravings for so many things and i have nobody to help me satisfy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand why making a lil effort to wake up earlier is so difficult. not as if ure werkin tomorrow la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. im starting to detest the so-called familiarity of being in a relationship fer a certain period of time when ur partner doesnt really think its necessary to go the extra mile just for u. doesnt really help now that im extremely PMSy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have cravings for steamboat. or just something with lotsa soup.&lt;br /&gt;i have cravings for hasma with steamed egg from ah chew desserts.&lt;br /&gt;i have cravings for marche. especially the rosti.&lt;br /&gt;i have cravings for ice-cream, cos i think it may be able to help me soothe my throat, at least during the time when im eating 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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im worse den a pregnant woman. i've mood swings, sudden cravings for food that have to be satisfied ASAP or i will go crazy, and i can't stay at home any fuckin longer coz my computer is so goddamn screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-2591841805004544680?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2591841805004544680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=2591841805004544680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;http://www.fr3b.com/referral_program.php?referrer_token=db94ff6a2a7897464b6fcef9dc731a1a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u get to find all sorts of samples avail in sg! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-2322186423736345803?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2322186423736345803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=2322186423736345803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/2322186423736345803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/2322186423736345803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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somehow, i've went to the kitchen to look for ready and edible food. as i've managed to find some cooked tomato minced meat in the fridge which my mum cooked to make pizza-like toast(?) for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just ate them, sandwiched.&lt;br /&gt;with cheese also.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is...&lt;br /&gt;i ate them cold!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.  i think its aiight la, it was cooked before what, right? i hope.&lt;br /&gt;coz my stomach's like not feeling very good when im typing all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my exams are finally OVER!&lt;br /&gt;or shld i say, my POLY exams are finally OVER!&lt;br /&gt;haha. no more sucky poly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon i will be worrying abt what job to choose when i get my cert.&lt;br /&gt;but fer now, im looking fer p-time jobs! i need to money man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i want a get-away from sg. just to really have fun before really entering the working society.&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of going SIM or nt to further my studies.(thats like the only Uni i can go la, duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the time being, im just enjoying doing nothing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im thinking of changing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;new blog, new start, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaaaaaaaahhhh i can't really think coz i really just wanna sleep right now.&lt;br /&gt;nights!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-1977617464471519694?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1977617464471519694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"7 Things"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;  I probably shouldn't say this&lt;br /&gt;But at times I get so scared&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the previous&lt;br /&gt;Relationship we've shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible for me not to care&lt;br /&gt;Now we're standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you (oh you)&lt;br /&gt;You're vain, your games, you're insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your friends they're jerks&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward and it's silent&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for you to say&lt;br /&gt;What I need to hear now&lt;br /&gt;Your sincere apology&lt;br /&gt;And when you mean it, I'll believe it&lt;br /&gt;If you text it, I'll delete it&lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm not coming back&lt;br /&gt;You're taking 7 steps here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;You're vain, your games, you're insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your friends they're jerks&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compared to all the great things&lt;br /&gt;That would take too long to write&lt;br /&gt;I probably should mention&lt;br /&gt;The 7 that I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I like about you&lt;br /&gt;Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's&lt;br /&gt;And when we kiss, I'm hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;When we're intertwined everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;With the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I like the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;You do (oh)&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/7363119-8551570880140159732?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8551570880140159732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SJXDlP71GHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t1eu-q2kCZ0/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230301586960750706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SJXDlP71GHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/t1eu-q2kCZ0/s320/DSC00931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;celebrated my second anniversary with baby ytd. din take much pics, my cam phone sucks. really time to get a REAL digi cam.. baby? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho it wasnt a grand affair or sth as we were quite tight at the moment(plus im out of job:( ), just a simple movie and meal, i still enjoyed myself thoroughly. after that we headed to sky to celebrate shawn's bday and had supper at a bak kut teh shop at old havelock road whr i've fainted outside the toilet. bloody hell. everybody thinks i got drunk after a couple of beers! wtf. so embarrassing. plus i was wearing a dress and everything. lucky my baby's thr to take care of me and i was told that nobody saw me except JR. left shortly afterwards coz i was weak all over, breaking into cold sweat and totally had no appetite even for soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so humiliating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to study fer my QA test which i dunnoe if its on tmr or some other day coz my tutor has not informed me yet, I CAN'T BLOODY DOWNLOAD THE PROGRAM FROM THE NET! so frustrating. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.. pics we've taken ytd.. thr are some other pics taken with some other ppl's digicam(which i dunno who) and ive to wait fer em to send me first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just the 2 of us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230302104753808514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SJXEDY3UJII/AAAAAAAAAA0/A4jhUeU_ogg/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;cam-whoring in the cab.. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230302507381450706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SJXEa0xOZ9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/5S3yKtJhQwk/s320/DSC01977.JPG" border="0" /&gt; over at sky.. i know i looked like crap in here.. haha. both of us were tired, baby slept fer like 2 hours and i din really get adequate rest as well.. maybe thats the reason why i've fainted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i've realised that most of the times we took pictures in pubs thr are often some sort of decorations(what do u call that again?) on the wall. quite pointless actually, nobody can see it in the dark anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiight. shall end here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy belated 2yr anniversary again baby! i love u.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-1339334710787947949?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1339334710787947949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=1339334710787947949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/1339334710787947949'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. got everything sorted out. i hope. at least, for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;i certainly hope that it will work out.. and i really do not wished that it really has sth to do with ur job(or shift?) or whatsoever that was changing u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this aint making any sense to some people reading this, urmm... don't kpo. haha! i don't wanna bring things up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 problem solved... but:&lt;br /&gt;i'm outta job(AGAIN!) and my exams are coming up! &lt;br /&gt;having a paper on tues and omg im still so unprepared. wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i knew it, its almost time fer major exams. oh kill me. im so afraid that i couldnt handle any more stress at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-3476566471310003736?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-2390784413335344540</id><published>2008-07-19T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:26:28.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like giving the whole world one tight slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feel that everybody out there has something against me. people who don't know a shit about me, people who pretends to a kind soul and interfere with my relationship problems and people who treat whole thing as a opportunity to make a joke out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah hah hah. i'm so amused ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't u guys just stfu and mind ur own bloody business. as if i'm not vexed enough already.&lt;br /&gt;and even tho i looked okay doesnt mean i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really can't stand people who just kept saying "oh im tryin to change and let time tell" and u do SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, do i really look dumb to u all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmGPMdySV_g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmGPMdySV_g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZvK7nMdJaSQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZvK7nMdJaSQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" 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href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-like-giving-whole-world-one.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-2200939588704123673</id><published>2008-06-27T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:27:50.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally my exams are over! and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;first day AFTER my exams i've fallen sick. what the hell..&lt;br /&gt;now i'm weak all over, have very swollen tonsils and srsly they hurt the hell outta me, and a bad cold. soon i think i might be down with fever too. :( sucks man.&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 best part of everything is that when i woke up and saw the msg  fr my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. how bad can life be when thrs always my illusional gf who thinks that shes freaking rich.&lt;br /&gt;i'm srsly so sick and tired of being like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, so any ignorant person who happens to think that i've said what i've said due to the mj game ytd, don't pretend to be smart when u're actually quite dumb to think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if that thought nv crosses ur mind, well i'm not referring to u den. u're too sensitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-2200939588704123673?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-1450616400333266030</id><published>2008-05-31T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:46:38.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the long-awaited 3 weeks break from hell is here!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so, so, so worned out from school and werk and everything.&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out tt im stuck with some fucked up groupmates fer MR fer a sem! :(((&lt;br /&gt;oh my god save meeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pls pls pls, don't let me fail this bloody project. i can't afford to waste any more of my time(and youth! haha).&lt;br /&gt;this prolly means i gotta go back to sch this coming mon or sth to settle the supposedly "misunderstanding" whatever crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALTHOUGH&lt;/strong&gt; this is not the first time this kinda p. e. shiat has happened to me(2nd,in fact), it still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all people who did this are fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when im reminded of these kinda stuffs, i will remember how f###ed up u are and i really dunno if i shld still trust u.&lt;br /&gt;and pls do stop doing stuffs that made me dislike u, fer god's sake. im nt attempting to change u to who u are not, but if u stayed the way u are, its hard fer ppl to find u likable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna turn in real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing my baby real bad! really need someone to console me now and im so so moody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-2359681270745865030</id><published>2008-05-18T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:07:30.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i slept at 730am and im awake since 315pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some idiot was bombing my hse phone and my hp kept ringing too. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, it will be nice if u learn to be more considerate without me even opening my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-2359681270745865030?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2359681270745865030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=2359681270745865030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/2359681270745865030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/2359681270745865030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-slept-at-730am-and-im-awake-since.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-1011354586984222421</id><published>2008-05-17T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:49:42.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meet up with shi and muachee to dblo. just nice shi's friend was celebrating her bday thr, and so is her bf's friend. was pretty okay la. perhaps its becoz i haven been clubbin fer so long or sth, dun really feel like dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my stamina is very bad!!! or is it the lack of air at the dancefloor? MUST BE LA. i totally can't breathe. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was quite paiseh at the start also, the bday girl was taking pics with her friends den i don't even knw them also take pics together. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;its just me and shi actually, u can't ask me to take pics with ppl i don't know right. and shi nv bring her camera that she PICKS FROM DUNNOE WHR ONE. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SC9egcAB74I/AAAAAAAAAAU/b9LScrhB6EU/s1600-h/DSC00484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SC9egcAB74I/AAAAAAAAAAU/b9LScrhB6EU/s320/DSC00484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201480006001356674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS LIKE THE BEST PHOTO OF ME OF THE NIGHT LA. i think its becoz the camera lousy. hahaha. and damn, i missed my eyelash!!! :( i looked like some small-eyed freak next to ys. plus i can't put fake eyelash anymore coz they wun stay. :(&lt;br /&gt;blah! im going to do my lash soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight, the rest is way too ugly so im not going to put them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really don't understand why i have this photo in my phone. i think my phone got some virus or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SC9gCsAB75I/AAAAAAAAAAc/x18HelzDU94/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SC9gCsAB75I/AAAAAAAAAAc/x18HelzDU94/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201481693923504018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL? ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SC9gDMAB76I/AAAAAAAAAAk/poCr29bhY3k/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SC9gDMAB76I/AAAAAAAAAAk/poCr29bhY3k/s320/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201481702513438626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught flirting red-handed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too tired to think. almost fainted outside o bar just now. :(&lt;br /&gt;shall hit the sack now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-1011354586984222421?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1011354586984222421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=1011354586984222421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/1011354586984222421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/1011354586984222421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/meet-up-with-shi-and-muachee-to-dblo.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/SC9egcAB74I/AAAAAAAAAAU/b9LScrhB6EU/s72-c/DSC00484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-3691036681550166013</id><published>2008-05-17T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:47:58.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally the weekend is here!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was totally worn out when i got hm fr werk ytd. :(&lt;br /&gt;there was this damn rich lao zhar bor customer ytd la. her credit card was made of metal 1 man. my god. but i totally don't understand why is she wearing only 2 pieces of apron look-alike stuffs. cloth very expensive meh? and bra also nt very expensive wut.&lt;br /&gt;and her underwear. MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. first time i find a nipple slip so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shite i sound so chi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-3691036681550166013?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3691036681550166013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=3691036681550166013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/3691036681550166013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/3691036681550166013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-weekend-is-here-was-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-8672212095455063956</id><published>2008-05-14T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:13:29.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feels fucked up to be back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't really helps that im sick and nobody gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-8672212095455063956?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8672212095455063956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=8672212095455063956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8672212095455063956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8672212095455063956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/feels-fucked-up-to-be-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-8034163129351383676</id><published>2007-09-24T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:40:35.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!!! the last time i remembered wanting to blog its like 1 or 2 weeks back, on my pasir ris park cycling+sentosa at night and night safari trip with joanne alvin and aloysius.. and before i know it &lt;strong&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE OVER!!! &lt;/strong&gt;:( what the hell..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i decided nt to blog abt it anymore becos there are stil photos with *ahem* SOMEBODY and she haven send me.. when she came back from taiwan i've changed my mind alr.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din really managed to enjoy myself, its werk, slp, and busy with dunno-what, sighs. i am quite broke also la. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my time-table's pretty aiight after some adjustment, sighs, what to do, im outta sync. but anyways, every tues i don't hafta attend sch! which means i can go out til late on mon, or werk, or sth. hmm:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bday is coming! oh my god. &lt;br /&gt;i really do NOT want to hit 2o. i'm sooooooooooooo old!!! sobs.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it. i think soon i'm gonna be one of those who had seen somebody cute, and when they asked for the age they realize that the cutie is too young for em. :((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanttttttttttttttttt.....&lt;br /&gt;and the next year im goin to be friggin 21! cannot believe this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway despite of sch and stuffs, life is pretty great. will be much much better if im not too broke also! bahs.&lt;br /&gt;anyone who had no idea what to get fer my bday presents, i'm eyeing the whole of sk2 face treatment set:D&lt;br /&gt;buy for me!!! i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-8034163129351383676?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8034163129351383676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=8034163129351383676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8034163129351383676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8034163129351383676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-time-i-remembered-wanting-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-4140349635160769743</id><published>2007-08-29T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T03:00:51.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im wasting my holidays away by attempting to get wasted everyday. damn. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think alcohol is beginnin to affect my health in a way or another. my heart feels weak. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven touched on my projects and my essays for my gems. oh no. i need to quit procrastinating. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;werk werk werk!!!! &lt;br /&gt;and when will i ever be not so broke to go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dogs were barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling to a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon&lt;br /&gt;So that they could die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-4140349635160769743?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4140349635160769743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=4140349635160769743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/4140349635160769743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/4140349635160769743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-im-wasting-my-holidays-away-by.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-8571439620762263660</id><published>2007-08-23T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:17:08.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been some time. things happened so fast, and im also busy with werk and exams. and many other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i sorta owe someone an explaination.&lt;br /&gt;but why does everything hafta like blow up right while im in the midst of having my exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u're not going to be the only one turning into a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;maybe by the time u've recovered and start really hating me to the core, i will be the one insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye people. tomorrow's my last paper and im failing it. wooots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-8571439620762263660?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8571439620762263660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=8571439620762263660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8571439620762263660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8571439620762263660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/been-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-6587902747673226236</id><published>2007-07-28T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T03:25:50.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE &lt;/strong&gt;once told me that if her partner kept threatening her with break-ups, her partner will be fed-up one day and just go along with it. the funniest thing is, the person who said this whole load of bloody crap actually practises it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do reflect on how many times u have hinted it before la k. dont come telling me u nv said it out loud once. THAT ALONE IS ENOUGH. and if u really do wanted to leave, its simple, really. JUST SAY SO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-6587902747673226236?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6587902747673226236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=6587902747673226236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/6587902747673226236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/6587902747673226236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/07/someone-once-told-me-that-if-her.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-3519450563534739225</id><published>2007-07-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:15:13.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm having a serious pimple outbreak!!! :( sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its prolly due to stress+lack of sleep+*ahem*time of the mth coming.&lt;br /&gt;its so damn ugly and i've put 38131925-85128491084masks just to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;hope it wil all disappear tmr when i wake up man. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mj on sat was pretty fun. but sad thing is, its the last and final day anne's werkin at toxx.&lt;br /&gt;bah! i really can't imagine werking thr nw. still wondering shld i jump to the place yvonne's introduced me to. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my butt is no longer for sale! (its a joke btw, pls do not take it srsly. :p) i hope everything will go smoothly tmr. :/ gotta go and get some beauty slp alr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-3519450563534739225?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3519450563534739225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=3519450563534739225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/3519450563534739225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/3519450563534739225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-having-serious-pimple-outbreak-sobs.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-8337919315601512137</id><published>2007-07-20T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:27:26.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need 500 bucks by tues. and i dunnoe how the fuck am i supposed to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just no fucking way im going back to the disgusting 26N again. so TUESDAY GOTTA BE THE LAST TIME. NBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wants my butt? 500 dollars laaaaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-8337919315601512137?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8337919315601512137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=8337919315601512137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8337919315601512137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8337919315601512137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-500-bucks-by-tues.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-6504297849201125035</id><published>2007-07-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:16:57.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my patience is wearing super thin.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i've unintentionally snapped at anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just feels like we can't really talk without either of us getting irritated. why do we gotta really be so sensitive about everything?&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/7363119-6504297849201125035?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6504297849201125035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=6504297849201125035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/6504297849201125035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/6504297849201125035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/07/gar-my-patience-is-wearing-super-thin.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-4376997082351054976</id><published>2007-07-08T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:51:57.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so so so busy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-4376997082351054976?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4376997082351054976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=4376997082351054976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/4376997082351054976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/4376997082351054976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so-so-so-busy-help.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-6029417549170285105</id><published>2007-07-01T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:32:38.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything is so fucking screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm srsly goin crazy soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-6029417549170285105?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6029417549170285105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=6029417549170285105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/6029417549170285105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/6029417549170285105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/07/everything-is-so-fucking-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-7496647439133590221</id><published>2007-06-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:29:45.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are out and i'm alone here.. Dreaming of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*starry, starry night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  paint your pallet blue and grey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  look out on a summers day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  with eyes that know the darkness in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  starry, starry night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  flaming flowers that brightly blazed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  swirling clouds and violet haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  reflect in vincent's eyes of china blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7363119-7496647439133590221?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7496647439133590221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=7496647439133590221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7496647439133590221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7496647439133590221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-out-and-im-alone-here.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-514857029991915318</id><published>2007-06-24T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T05:07:16.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOPs!! I'm back again. Forgot to say sthg. Study hard ya!! Jiayou.. Rem you nv walk alone k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-514857029991915318?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/514857029991915318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=514857029991915318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/514857029991915318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/514857029991915318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/06/oops-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-7671636866179669912</id><published>2007-06-24T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T05:03:56.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.. I was asked to post here. Actually is my first attempt trying to write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sthg&lt;/span&gt; online. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pls&lt;/span&gt; dun laugh!! Mm.. Spent my 3 days MC with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baobei&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still not feeling very well. Down with a terrible cough :( But well.. Just wanna tell you i enjoy myself! Anyway, i'm sorry again to make you upset. You know la har. Dun needa spell out. I'll not do it again ya. Gonna back to work le.. Shall continue some other day k. Love ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-7671636866179669912?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7671636866179669912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=7671636866179669912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7671636866179669912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7671636866179669912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-15598504497967712</id><published>2007-06-19T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:02:55.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played mj with anne and alvin after werk, cos werk ends at 12 freakin am! -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, i was thr for like only, 3 hours? haha.&lt;br /&gt;pretty lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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;em&gt;&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;em&gt;&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it always seems that my words have totally no effect on you. it has been so for ages, from the day crap happens, and til now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;imagine the hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-15598504497967712?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/15598504497967712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=15598504497967712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/15598504497967712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/15598504497967712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/06/played-mj-with-anne-and-alvin-after.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-5833415257005421061</id><published>2007-06-16T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:58:35.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work is pretty boring today. and i guess i hafta do sth about my motion sickness! its getting outta hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, fine. maybe alcohol's the culprit..&lt;br /&gt;but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only one day werk for this whole damn week and im having my hols. wtf.. and when im schooling i always feel i dont have time. sheesh, the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been going out pretty often too! :( havent really hit the bks and projects. bah.&lt;br /&gt;wenta zouk wit baby, rayne and gf fer herstory night.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it wouldnt tt boring wit baby's wit &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; friends. the show's pretty nice tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need money! so freakin broke. i need to werk..:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-5833415257005421061?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5833415257005421061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=5833415257005421061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/5833415257005421061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/5833415257005421061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/06/work-is-pretty-boring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-3014296341834902702</id><published>2007-06-09T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:16:58.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. this is totally stupid. 3rd post of the day, and prolly the most absurd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm browsing thru all my pictures in my com and i came across many pictures of my pui pui aka pet hamster. she had ran away from home for weeks, and maybe it has already been a month. and i really, really missed her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pui pui; i hope that u've gone to some place that is much better, and bigger den ur cage over here. and with much more sunflower seeds cos i know u love em. and of cos, ur favourite running wheel, which u often ran in til the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;if not, u're always free to come back. everybody misses u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. im so fuckin emo right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-3014296341834902702?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3014296341834902702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=3014296341834902702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/3014296341834902702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/3014296341834902702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-2781335907002621444</id><published>2007-06-09T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:54:57.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrations</title><content type='html'>i know i should be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;no one can really understand the other so perfectly well that they knew em inside out, right?&lt;br /&gt;afterall, im stuck with my brain and body for a goddamn 20 years(almost) and sometimes i feel that i barely know myself.&lt;br /&gt;so its really too much to expect for someone to really know what my "complicated" mind is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is, i don't even think that it is complicated. at least, not for the time being. i was being pretty logical, i din even play my usual guessing games. i told u, perhaps not so patiently, how i feel exactly at the point of time, and just try my very best to make u understand how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe our thinking are so different that we can't even agree on a simple thing like this cos both of us just happen to think that the other's point of view is warped/wrong/ridiculous. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i don't want to agree on "our thinkings are different" and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want either one to say, "as long as you're happy, so be it".&lt;br /&gt;because its not the way that a relationship works.&lt;br /&gt;and "giving in"(or so u think) to me, doesn't make me any happier.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna solve the problem, and cover the gap in between us.&lt;br /&gt;i want the each of us know how the other feel, and understand. instead of just letting it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm angry, frustrated at myself, for not being able to get my point across.&lt;br /&gt;and at you, for making things so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;is it so difficult for u to change ur thinking just a lil bit so we can compromise each other?&lt;br /&gt;or you rather pretend to be happy, thinking that i'm happy. when im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a perfume. but it sure show how much we have drifted from each other without really realising it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-2781335907002621444?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2781335907002621444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=2781335907002621444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/2781335907002621444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/2781335907002621444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/06/frustrations.html' title='frustrations'/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-4459391076174615193</id><published>2007-06-09T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:03:46.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of my wisdom tooth is hurting me again. its so bloody swollen that i have trouble to really close my mouth. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with shi and muili ytd(((:&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda unplanned, cos i happened to go to PS fer a movie with baby.&lt;br /&gt;its been ages since i last saw them man.&lt;br /&gt;YS seems anorexic. haha! she became so skinny that i cant even see her boobs. what happen?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;nayyy just kidding :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bumped into gs too in JS a couple of days ago. din really managed to talk much, cos she's with her friends. we wil catch up on thurs ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched "men in white", shi joined us too. its quite lame, but there is a couple of scenes that are pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;went to werk ard 15mins late and mannnnnnn, it was packed! -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yelled at my baby this morn cos she attempted to wake up me. :/ im sorry, but u've shld have known better..&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm moody and grumpy. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-4459391076174615193?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-7926142684550850631</id><published>2007-06-03T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T06:13:52.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah. it has been ages since i've last blogged!!!&lt;br /&gt;actually, im not really busy. i just don't know what to write. or maybe too lazy. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at my baby's place last week while family are in HK, haha. and the unluckiest(or maybe luckiest) part of it is her great-grandmother passed away on the first day of their trip. so my baby hafta take off to care of the funeral stuffs on behalf of her family members. which means that she has more time for me too! :D afterall, time spent at the wake wouldnt be possibly more that the time spent werking. =p&lt;br /&gt;just wanna let u know that i really did enjoyed myself during the few days at ur place. tho time really flies, and at the blink of an eye, it was time for me to go back home. i really enjoyed the times we lazed around on the bed, refusing to wake up, and the way u treated me, just like a princess. :p buying lunch/dinner back fer me when i just woke up, washing all my clothes when im supposed to do it on my own, everything. i really appreciate what u've done and it sure feels good to have all ur needs taken of without even uttering a word. ((((: its not just the way u fu shi me that makes me feel so happy, but all the simple stuffs we usually do not have the chance to do together due to time constraints, or our busy schedules(or, erm, when we are too busy going out) such as going thru ur baby pics together, watching tv and movies together, and just enjoy each other's presence without any sort of interruption, without fearing ur parents may come barging in all of the sudden. at that moment, time seemed to slowed down for a lil.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy 10mth and a day. *loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started werking in JS and i don't really liked it. :( still thinking to quit or not to quit. ugh. think i shldnt start in the first place. big mistake. hah.&lt;br /&gt;i guessed im just so meant to be a tai tai. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i shld go back to my BD project. im totally clueless how to find all the info! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im soooo hooked to the song "would u be thr", the ending song of mars vs venus.&lt;3 sing to me, will u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I were blue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would you be there for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And whisper in my ears that's ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you stand by me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me hold you tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And say you love me one more time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I feel good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would you slow dance with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And touch my lips with tender loving care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you die for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would you run with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And never look back..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you be there to love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to take my breath away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you be there to love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to take my breath away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you be there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For 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/7363119-7926142684550850631?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7926142684550850631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=7926142684550850631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7926142684550850631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7926142684550850631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/06/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-183888058704375900</id><published>2007-04-21T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:49:06.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a blink of an eye the first week of sch just pass like this. haha. been slacking since its the first week, n as usual, skipped a couple of lessons. maybe alot. but whatever.. :p&lt;br /&gt;but im going to start to do sth abt my studies. well, at least, more motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i have my smelly to remind me every once in a while abt my studies. believe me, she's much worse den my parents. haha! okok im not complaining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a huge fight recently, and guessed we've learnt something outta it. i'm sorry that i've shouted and said all those hurtful stuffs. i love u still, ya? sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner wit smelly over at jurong with her family, and supper at jalan kayu. omg im so fat!!!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i can't stay over. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss nini, rayne and meihong!!! and a lil of my xiao ke ai. hiaks. just kiddingggggggggggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-183888058704375900?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/183888058704375900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=183888058704375900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/183888058704375900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and left ytd, i have this i-cant-bear-to-leave-just-yet kinda feeling and that was really kinda unexpected. but finally, i can get my life back. perhaps all that werk and the so busy schedule kept me occupied, and fergot temporary how many cb things has happened to me at one shot recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i got the chance, i'm gonna burn the fuckin NEA people and company. bunch of losers with nothing to do. knn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally its my only free day to nua at home, to relax and have some peace and quiet MY DAD GONNA STAY AT HM. wtf? can just leave me alone and let me watch my l word? like go for a walk or sth? kapo my dvds summore and stil dun wanna give back. nabei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very irritated that my plans fer today is ruined somehow. ugh. irritance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-3226399667150015565?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-4956246707255176653</id><published>2007-03-29T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T06:48:39.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my xiong xiong wanted me to blog but i've nth much to say because i've just spent my off day rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i shall let the picture do the talking. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047341480536095394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PPutJEHwfwo/RgvCVadyuqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZTU7D7OL7jA/s320/lpznlgz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my dear, just wanna let u know that i know that werk is tough, and it needs some time getting used to it and stuff. but even when the going gets tough, just remember that i'm always there for u ya? i may not be able to help, but im always there to listen. and remember ya, even though that i may not be facing what u're facing thru right now, but when u're down i feel the same. sometimes u feel that people may take u fer granted, and u're frustrated with everything thats going on with ur life.. just remember that i'll be there to go thru everything with u ya? i love u.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-4956246707255176653?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4956246707255176653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=4956246707255176653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-5752646339512969323</id><published>2007-03-28T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T11:28:05.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. its finally my off day tomorrow. i'm gettin seriously worned out from all the full-shifts.&lt;br /&gt;pretty nice to finally relax infront of the computer, watching L word and chewing pringles. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby came over to my workplace for a surprise visit today and got my repaired watch back for me.(: she even helped me out with my closing. hah! thanks sweet. &lt;3 i really appreciate it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. lance called me ytd all the way from scotland! haha. din expect him to actually remember me still and stuff. must be because i owed him royce chocolates til now! lol. but glad to hear that he's doing well over there and stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;think it takes great courage to just go over to a foreign country to werk, staying alone and stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wouldn't want to even if my dad forces me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised rayne's mood swings are kinda infectious. just sth random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-5752646339512969323?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5752646339512969323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=5752646339512969323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/5752646339512969323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/5752646339512969323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay_28.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-1025963304754034283</id><published>2007-03-28T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T11:28:04.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. its finally my off day tomorrow. i'm gettin seriously worned out from all the full-shifts.&lt;br /&gt;pretty nice to finally relax infront of the computer, watching L word and chewing pringles. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby came over to my workplace for a surprise visit today and got my repaired watch back for me.(: she even helped me out with my closing. hah! thanks sweet. &lt;3 i really appreciate it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. lance called me ytd all the way from scotland! haha. din expect him to actually remember me still and stuff. must be because i owed him royce chocolates til now! lol. but glad to hear that he's doing well over there and stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;think it takes great courage to just go over to a foreign country to werk, staying alone and stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wouldn't want to even if my dad forces me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised rayne's mood swings are kinda infectious. just sth random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-1025963304754034283?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1025963304754034283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=1025963304754034283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/1025963304754034283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/1025963304754034283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-4838823736390251361</id><published>2007-03-25T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:52:53.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished a couple of episodes of L word before heading to bed.&lt;br /&gt;its damn touching.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting fat from snacking too much.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-4838823736390251361?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4838823736390251361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=4838823736390251361' 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explorer/blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored to death cos i got nth to do.&lt;br /&gt;werk's been shitty this few days cos im werking goddamn full shifts str8 and my sales suck.&lt;br /&gt;apparently i can't eat beef while im werking cos of feng shui and all the religious thingy..&lt;br /&gt;and 1 mistake actually lasted fer 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't trying to blame the beef. its just true.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah fuck. i know it sounds ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. ferlone and his gf came over today again.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda weird to pretend to know nth. gotta watch very closely to wut i'm saying and stuffs JUST IN CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall go find some things to do. nabei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-7426158356297527856?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-5572506776695923137</id><published>2007-03-20T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T09:10:59.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its about time i learn to be a lil more independent anyway. im no longer a lil girl..&lt;br /&gt;hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the messenger with baby today, and its a pretty lame show. its abt time i shld stay away from horror movies cos im thinking it doesnt really makes any sense to watch it anymore. first i freaked myself out, and i dont really get whats the point of watchin it. just to scare myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving fer ben&amp;amp;jerry ice-cream again, and i want another tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-5572506776695923137?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5572506776695923137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=5572506776695923137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/5572506776695923137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/5572506776695923137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-about-time-i-learn-to-be-lil-more.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-4370258421475813026</id><published>2007-03-20T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:35:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm hooked to the L word. and youtube's like showing half of an episode only. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-4370258421475813026?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4370258421475813026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=4370258421475813026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/4370258421475813026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/4370258421475813026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-hooked-to-l-word.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-8069106868712567817</id><published>2007-03-15T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T08:48:39.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know if it's because of my horoscope, or its in my blood, but i always believed in being fair. obsessively believed in it. so once i feel that sth's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; so fair to me, i will just kick a big fuss out of it.&lt;br /&gt;everybody who really knows me knows that.&lt;br /&gt;be it just a small matter, or a big one.&lt;br /&gt;it's... just my character to do so. and no i will not ferget everything till its properly talked out and settled. I DON'T FUCKEN LIKE LEAVING THINGS HANGING LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless i don't give shit about the person, cos i won't feel a thing if he/she isn't my friend/or whoever that's related to me somehow anymore. or that person's too fucked up to even be my friend/whoever thats related to me. ya, im hinting that such a person exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;things just has changed.&lt;br /&gt;u nv onced left things hanging there, unsolved.&lt;br /&gt;u hardly lose ur patience/temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-8069106868712567817?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8069106868712567817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=8069106868712567817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8069106868712567817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8069106868712567817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-know-if-its-because-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-1311997519939964961</id><published>2007-03-11T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:11:17.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i've learnt that physical pain is much, much bearable than the pain thats slowing killing u from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;not that it wil subside if u inflict pain upon urself, but at least get u distracted fer the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we learnt from our mistakes, and grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-1311997519939964961?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1311997519939964961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=1311997519939964961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/1311997519939964961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/1311997519939964961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-ive-learnt-that-physical-pain-is.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-3224836376934335638</id><published>2007-03-07T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T07:30:18.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my wisdom tooth is hurting me alot!&lt;br /&gt;gahs!&lt;br /&gt;how many wisdom teeth is one NORMAL human being supposed to have?&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking i'm quite adnormal, because i think i have alot.&lt;br /&gt;and this time it really hurts alot that i can't even close my mouth properly! my gum is totally swollen up and it hurts whenever my teeth rubbed against it. and i can see the stupid irritating tooth poking out from the gum, just abit of it. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. so irritating can!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm transferring all my hp files to a bigger memory card, and i saw all the lost files that i used to have before my memory card got corrupted was all in there! :O that explains why my hp card memory's full. i'm being a good girl today, i'm staying at home on my off day. 8)&lt;br /&gt;gonna make sure i have enough rest and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i need to wake up early to meet smelly fer lunch before werk. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody got any retro clothes to lend???&lt;br /&gt;im too cheapo to go and buy one myself (well also because i'm broke :( )and i don't really see the point of buying it actually. just for one night??! i'm not that enthu about it as everybody else man. i don't want to be a wet blanket but i think if u were me, and u see the dance steps, u wouldn't be looking forward to it either. ;askljfdqupwrp320.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transferring of files is a pain in the ass. it takes ages!!! till now i'm not even done transferring 1/2 of my total songs in my hp. and i haven even started on my photos!&lt;br /&gt;kns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-3224836376934335638?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3224836376934335638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=3224836376934335638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/3224836376934335638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/3224836376934335638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-wisdom-tooth-is-hurting-me-alot-gahs.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-9135665921227409742</id><published>2007-03-06T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:04:53.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so damn tired la! its supposed to be my off day and i'm forced to go to the rehearsal fer the dnd dinner of my attachment company at ps, 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing ah-go-go when i'm hopelessly deprived of sleep isn't gonna make my day any better. wtf???!! why must do all these leh. i'm just a xiao xiao intern only. i was werking full shift ytd leh! stil must wake up so darn early to go thr to do all these.&lt;br /&gt; and performing ah-go-go on my dnd?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i got a new colleague over at my outlet, and shes pretty cool. she has this mean streak in her that i love, and well, hate. and she's telling me today that we shld dance properly to it because there's cash prizes to be won if our dance is the best!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. WTF IS WRONG WITH EVERYBODY???&lt;br /&gt;how much are we gonna get? $250? which is, $20-$25 bucks per person?&lt;br /&gt;would u? if someone pays u 25bucks to dance ah-go-go on stage?&lt;br /&gt;siao!!!&lt;br /&gt;and these words coming from her mouth. how utterly shocking.&lt;br /&gt;i think the lack of sleep has started to caused her brain to malfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is doing the same to me too. i'm gonna go grab a bite before i go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;blah! its supposed to be my off day u know! *grumble grumble*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-9135665921227409742?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/9135665921227409742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=9135665921227409742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/9135665921227409742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/9135665921227409742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-so-damn-tired-la-its-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-7432404074857112988</id><published>2007-03-05T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:06:57.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attachment has been pretty aiight. getting used to it and stuffs, maybe its not that bad lar. i'm stil not used to day jobs tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started werk at fab and fer the first day it suck big time. one fugly fartface was like kept harrassing me. the worst thing is, he's 30 and he acts like 03 yr old kid. i'm not interested in ur old-school ah beng style of "jio-ing" people, okay? grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody likes me and nobody wanna play mahjong with me. so i decided to play with the com instead despite that i'm werking full shift tomorrow. GUESS WUT. i lost the password fer the stupid game. KNN. even the computer doesn't likes me. hmph. don't know where the hell did my dad put the goddamn booklet to. i think he threw it away, as usual. kns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby's selected fer an interview fer the job she's applied. i'm gonna keep my fingers crossed fer u ya? love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in need of money cos thr's so many things i wanna buy!!!&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i better start looking out fer other p/time jobs cos i'm prolly not going to stay in fab. :/&lt;br /&gt;i want the guess clutch bag i've saw at ck tangs.&lt;br /&gt;i want more clothes.&lt;br /&gt;i want more shoes cos all the new shoes i've bought kills my feet.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy the stupid eyecream that costs 200plus.&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy so many stuffs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-7432404074857112988?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7432404074857112988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=7432404074857112988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7432404074857112988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7432404074857112988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/03/attachment-has-been-pretty-aiight.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-2193275851274139859</id><published>2007-02-23T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:13:52.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>selling clothes is like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;my attachment is like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;everything about it is LIKE FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgggh. i've been standing til my toes are numb and feels like shit, and if i've ever complained about my previous werk, i tell ya, IT'S A BREEZE compared to my current fucked up internship to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people might say how can selling clothes be so bad, but lemme tell u eh, from here i understand whats the true meaning of KIO SAI. i'm so worn out and i wake up every single day feeling so tired. thats not the point, i still think i can wake up even tho its a day job, but selling clothes aint my forte and i just have something against the sales line, ok? and its not as easy as those at bugis or whereever whr u can eat at the cashier place whenever u're hungry, sit down and talk cock when ur feets are sore and tired. SIMPLY BECAUSE THERE'S NO CHAIRS FER U TO REST except in the store room. and its meant fer ur meal breaks. the high stool fer the table, the low stool fer u to sit on. ho ho. having someone there who irritates the hell outta me, and people who don't really appreciate u coming to werk despite u're sick and just harping that i'm late and stuffs isn't much a help also. hey just fucking terminate me okay? i'm getting sick of it. im losing touch with practically everything, and when i went out ytd to watch movie with baby and bumped into my sec sch friend it hits me that now i practically have NO LIFE at all. ferget what i've ever complained in my previous posts. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is no life. nothing can be compared to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can a small retail shop has so many goddamn rules anyway. why the fuck do u have to even bun up ur hair? its not a goddamn resturant fer god sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people wun understand unless they've seen wut i've gone thru with their own eyes. like huiwen. thanks fer coming down and buying cookies fer me when i was sick and werking and angry. and seeing how fucked up it is at my werking place.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks baby fer cheering me up, or at least attempting to, whenever i got so pissed off with the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-2193275851274139859?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2193275851274139859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=2193275851274139859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/2193275851274139859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/2193275851274139859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/02/selling-clothes-is-like-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-7908395683540422436</id><published>2007-02-10T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T15:42:05.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what? is it my explorer again or the server's screwed up? how come i can't see my new post???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. why my papa like hokkien songs leh?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-7908395683540422436?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7908395683540422436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=7908395683540422436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7908395683540422436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7908395683540422436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-is-it-my-explorer-again-or-servers.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-8557471992886853039</id><published>2007-02-10T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T15:38:35.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 7am, and i've been tossing and turning on my bed fer quite some time till i gave up and decide that facing my computer fer a lil while will be more interesting. my smelly smelly has been complaining that i haven been updating my blog lately, and so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not very fair, you know. you should open a blog or something too. :p remember the lil notebook which u wrote lotsa stuffs in it, and u lost it along with ur backpack? u shld try and recall what u've wrote inside and write it all inside or sth, and add something in it everyday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is kinda my last day free, i'm starting attachment TOMORROW if i'm not wrong, and i'm supposed to be going to shop fer my new year clothes with my parents later in the afternoon. provided that i can wake up. i doubt so tho, cos i'm stil pretty awake still now. i think its the stupid weather, and my sinus acting up. most importantly is because my chou chou isn't next to me to talk to me til i've fallen asleep. hmmphh.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna whine about my attachment!!! bah.&lt;br /&gt;starting my internship at veeko, some retail shop SELLING CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;i know i've been complaining to everybody about it already, but i'm still gonna repeat myself: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE SELLING CLOTHES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's so damn boring la. and the worse thing is u gonna stand the whole day. can't they like attach me to some pub or something. *sulk* the worse thing is, i might not even get to bai nian!!! cos its open during public holidays too. zzzzzzz. and most likely not able to spend my valentine day with my baby cos of that. SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chou chou's starting werk too soon. this means we're going to spend much, much lesser time together because both of us are going to be busy with work/attachment. most probably i'm gonna continue werking too, attachment pay's definitely not enough fer me. :(&lt;br /&gt;so many things i wanna do/buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go buy 4d and hope that i will win this wed. i'm not greedy, 5k enough already!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;can i just go and &lt;em&gt;buy&lt;/em&gt; a diploma cert or sth? i'm getting so so so sick of sch and all the exams and projects and attachments &lt;a href="mailto:asioeur5890-187436t89026!%#^%$##@%$#1"&gt;asioeur5890-187436t89026!%#^%$##@%$#1&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my attachment is starting so soon, i gotta make full use of my last free day. after shopping with my parents, its shopping again with anne and wen. and steamboat at marina! baby's coming too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god. its 730 alr! better go and get some slp first. nights everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so in love with u&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-8557471992886853039?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8557471992886853039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=8557471992886853039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8557471992886853039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8557471992886853039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-7am-and-ive-been-tossing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-4395899913815034683</id><published>2007-01-27T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:06:48.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah! my sim card got screwed up and i can't receive any incoming smses or calls. i can't call out either. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to study pscm but its really a crappy subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm going to sleep without hearing ur voice tonight.:(&lt;br /&gt;sobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-4395899913815034683?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4395899913815034683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=4395899913815034683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/4395899913815034683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/4395899913815034683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/01/bah-my-sim-card-got-screwed-up-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-7584233642772919409</id><published>2007-01-22T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T12:41:12.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think stayin over my dear's place is going to get me fat. i will be eating non-stop la! somebody will just wake me up when i'm sleeping soundly and enjoying the bed to myself to have lunch. baaaahhh. k la, i'm not complaining ok.. :p&lt;br /&gt;just that if i sleep over ur place more often i will become ur size. and i don't want that!!!&lt;br /&gt;u're the carebear. not me. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i've been mahjong-ing fer these couple of days and i'm itchy fer more.&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-7584233642772919409?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7584233642772919409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=7584233642772919409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7584233642772919409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7584233642772919409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-stayin-over-my-dears-place-is.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-729460166616446611</id><published>2007-01-19T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T12:08:39.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been slacking so so much recently. major exams are coming! awww shucks. how leh. my mummy's nagging at me to buck up. guess she roughly know that i'm not paying attention to my studies. :P mothers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been werking much this week, just kept slacking, going out, having fun and staying over at my dear dear's place. :P watched kungfu mahjong 3, pretty nice but it not really linked so i got a lil confused at the beginning. wanted to go skating that day actually, but due to unforeseen circumstances, there was a change of plans. and to appease me, she has to act cute, bring me fer movies, and den fish&amp;co. poor baby. this teaches u not to piss ben xiao jie off! haha.&lt;br /&gt;do i look like such a pig? why everybody likes to use food to make me xiao qi everytime i got mad. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and i went to suan ming. okay i know i'm typing rojak now cos im not sleeping and i'm actually very tired.&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic. i went to suan ming and he told me i will have a late marriage!!! i'm very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;and dear's mummy actually know how to read palms. and she told me that there MIGHT be a third party in my whatever. be it marriage or relationship. ARGH!!! i can't take this, okay. how can someone has someone as good as me still zao sai!!! hmph.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i can't take it if it happen to me. :(&lt;br /&gt;so u better mean what u say and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; zao sai hor. ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm treating my mummy and didi to pizza later. so i'm prolly gonna slp fer like 2 more hours and i hafta wake up. i only slept fer 1 hour just now because i hafta wake up fer some pig cos i need to open the door fer her. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like liang shan bo yu zhu li ye. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i just wish everything will stay like this.. always.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-729460166616446611?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/729460166616446611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=729460166616446611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/729460166616446611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/729460166616446611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/01/been-slacking-so-so-much-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-7500179735913272690</id><published>2007-01-07T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T11:46:21.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talk is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;without any or lil actions made, its worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffering from severe PMS mood swings or something. feels like i'm suffering from post-natal depression. every single crap can make me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;every small, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minor&lt;/span&gt; stuffs. stuffs that i usually laughed at people fer being so retarded to be affected at. what's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i'm so afraid of history repeating itself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-7500179735913272690?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7500179735913272690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=7500179735913272690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7500179735913272690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7500179735913272690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2007/01/talk-is-cheap.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-6905196961093286411</id><published>2006-12-31T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T15:22:54.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my new year eve werking, thought that there's actually extra pay.  and i missed my fireworks! SHIAT.&lt;br /&gt;hah. werk is pretty aiight,  but there's a couple of stuck up customers that i can't stand. just because that one of the dude's dad is kinda a big shot over at my place doesn't mean u can just have everything ur way. and pls do go and learn some manners. duh. and got scolded by an idiot fer nth. and during and after apologising to me, he has been scolding me a stupid big pig repeatedly and telling me that its not his fault. WTH? please be sincere if u wanna apologise to me can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the rantings. basically, it doesn't really affect me, maybe im just PMSy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets drop this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, did u guys make any new year resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;not fer me, i think that making any is pretty pointless because i won't prolly stick to it anyway. got a few new year wishes tho, hope that it will come true without me having to do anything about it. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;1) everything will be fine, be it false alarm, lack of evidence or whatever. *i guess nobody understands what i'm talking abt, but its ok. =p&lt;br /&gt;2) gets slimmer magically without having to go on any diet.&lt;br /&gt;3) get enough sleep everyday&lt;br /&gt;4) my dad to be less annoying.&lt;br /&gt;5) everything to remain like this fer the both of us.(: ok, maybe less quarrels. hah!&lt;br /&gt;6) PART of my body assets to become bigger. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;7) become prettier.&lt;br /&gt;8) master hao hao lian ai! that stupid song...&lt;br /&gt;9).... okay its getting more and more stupid so ferget it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din have any photos of the new year celebration over at my werkplace, its all in celeste's cam and im too lazy to take any with my phone. the latest photo i had in my phone after the xmas celebration(at toxxic again-.-) is self shot of my carebear. *coughs*virus*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;anyways, its just spraying and popping and screaming. think im going to clear up the mess later at werk. -grumbling-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting tired and im werking later again. ugh! why i'm like so no life ah? hmph. better go and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights and happy new year again!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-6905196961093286411?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-3003212386896582435</id><published>2006-12-24T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T16:27:34.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently, it seems to me that we are having alot of hiccups in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always know that my temper aint good, but i still feel that its inevitable fer me to flare up. its not like i &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to, i feel that every single girl in my shoe wil prolly will too. im not trying to mean anything, and im not saying that its right fer me to blow up on u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i really too much?&lt;br /&gt;how come i feel that its only normal fer me to feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u think that i've overreacted, pls enlighten me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that we stil managed to kiss and make up after that, but i stil don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;u did mentioned something abt my temper as well.&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, am i really wrong to be angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine me going into the washroom with a guy(EVEN THO HIS GF IS OUTSIDE) and came out looking nonchalant, u standing right outside of the washroom, and i totally pretended that i don't even know u. try that.&lt;br /&gt;think abt it okay?&lt;br /&gt;always quarrelling doesn't mean that i'm trying to pick up a fight or being unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;or am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of u, shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, merry xmas to everyone out thr ya.&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly i'm stil sober and not vomitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-3003212386896582435?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-4502478770410046961</id><published>2006-12-03T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:29:37.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we are 4mth and a day's old. how much time do i exactly have with u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i meant it when i say i will wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sure feels like we have been through alot together, despite that we've only been together fer such a short period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever doubt that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-4502478770410046961?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-7971378279593762280</id><published>2006-11-24T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:10:02.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>often, i thought that my life will be just... plain. in a sense, kinda anyway. i din expected anything to happen, to me or any of my loved ones. life will just go on fer us, some small shitty things happening to us once in a while, we complained and whine about how much we've suffered from it and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never occurred to me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; could happen to. it's so surreal, that i kept thinking that perhaps that it's just a very long nightmare that i never seemed to be able to wake up from. all of the sudden, everything just came crashing down when i'm at my happiest. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to pretend to be alright when i'm not. i'm trying, in fact, very hard. god, its like i'm acting in some fucking drama. i guess i will learn to get used to the idea that it really is happening to me. and instead of being mopping over it, i gotta cherish every single second spent with you. i'm going to miss you alot, really alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-7971378279593762280?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7971378279593762280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=7971378279593762280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/7971378279593762280'/><link rel='self' 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sick. im having a bad sorethroat.. i don't want any fever to come along with it this time. urghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-2197288357760185650?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2197288357760185650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=2197288357760185650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/2197288357760185650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/2197288357760185650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-understand-why-but-i-cant-get.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-8505120998768606318</id><published>2006-11-14T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:44:20.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting cranky again. something just don't feel &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;, and i just can't put my finger to it. i sense fear, and something else. and i don't understand why the heck am i feeling so. its beginning to irritate me as well, because i feel whiny and i think im behaving like some drama queen over small stuffs. small stuffs that i don't even know what, that is. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaaahs. blaw is crap. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you even turn to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday"?&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/7363119-8505120998768606318?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8505120998768606318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=8505120998768606318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8505120998768606318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/8505120998768606318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-getting-cranky-again.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-116336769217806089</id><published>2006-11-12T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:06.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be studying, but here i am.. just editing my blogskin, browsing friendster and stuffs. i just don't have the mood! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try and slp. its reaching 6 friggin am alr, gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-116336769217806089?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116336769217806089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=116336769217806089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116336769217806089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116336769217806089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-supposed-to-be-studying-but-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-116267429980239977</id><published>2006-11-04T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:05.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;白色的风筝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安静的纯真&lt;br /&gt;真实的感觉&lt;br /&gt;梦境般遥远&lt;br /&gt;甜甜的海水&lt;br /&gt;复杂的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;看你傻笑着&lt;br /&gt;握住我的手&lt;br /&gt;梦希望没有尽头&lt;br /&gt;我们走到这就好&lt;br /&gt;因为我不想太快走完这幸福&lt;br /&gt;很可惜没有祝福&lt;br /&gt;但爱你并不孤独&lt;br /&gt;不会再让你哭&lt;br /&gt;我陪你走到最后&lt;br /&gt;能不能不要回头&lt;br /&gt;你紧紧地抱住我&lt;br /&gt;说你不需要承诺&lt;br /&gt;你说我若一个人会比较自由&lt;br /&gt;我不懂你说什么&lt;br /&gt;反正不会松手&lt;br /&gt;我陪你走到最后&lt;br /&gt;能不能别想太多&lt;br /&gt;会不会手牵着手&lt;br /&gt;晚一点再到尽头&lt;br /&gt;你说不该再相见只为了瞬间&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你让我听见&lt;br /&gt;因为我在等待永远&lt;br /&gt;☆歌词提供:再兴&lt;br /&gt;白色的风筝&lt;br /&gt;安静的纯真&lt;br /&gt;真实的感觉&lt;br /&gt;梦境般遥远&lt;br /&gt;甜甜的海水&lt;br /&gt;复杂的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;看你傻笑着&lt;br /&gt;握住我的手&lt;br /&gt;很可惜没有祝福&lt;br /&gt;但爱你并不孤独&lt;br /&gt;不会再让你哭&lt;br /&gt;我陪你走到最后&lt;br /&gt;能不能不要回头&lt;br /&gt;你紧紧地抱住我&lt;br /&gt;说你不需要承诺&lt;br /&gt;你说我若一个人会比较自由&lt;br /&gt;我不懂你说什么&lt;br /&gt;反正不会松手&lt;br /&gt;我陪你走到最后&lt;br /&gt;能不能别想太多&lt;br /&gt;会不会手牵着手&lt;br /&gt;晚一点再到尽头&lt;br /&gt;你说不该再相见只为了瞬间&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你让我听见&lt;br /&gt;因为我在等待永远&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你让我听见&lt;br /&gt;因为我在等待永远.. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the lyrics of 白色风车.. damn nice and meaningful can!!! exactly what i wanted to tell u. (:&lt;br /&gt;not feeling well these few days. if its not the stomach den its sth else. wth.. bahs. but well!!! it's e-learning week! yay! anything but going to sch pls. :P&lt;br /&gt;aiights, been leading a boring life lately. so nth much to talk about. shall go and catch some zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. zzzzzzzzzzz i don't know why but the lyrics comes out as gibberish. what the.. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-116267429980239977?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116267429980239977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=116267429980239977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116267429980239977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116267429980239977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-116240308026662957</id><published>2006-11-01T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:05.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy 3rd mth, baby.(((:&lt;br /&gt;iloveu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my blog's not dead. the dumb server just refuse to publish my posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-116240308026662957?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116240308026662957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=116240308026662957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116240308026662957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116240308026662957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-3rd-mth-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-116211368371110998</id><published>2006-10-29T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:05.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>headed to MOS last night after werk fer a lil while. its damn packed inside, and halloween's celebration's going on. everybody's like all dressed up. i went thr in t-shirt and jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i saw someone dressed up as HARD GAY! hahahaha! so cute. and he's doing the stupid hips-shaking action on the dancefloor. bumped into nazurah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it.. saw alot of pretty faces. oh yea, i almost suffocated to death because i CAN'T BREATH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to do my projects already. byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-116211368371110998?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116211368371110998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=116211368371110998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116211368371110998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116211368371110998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/10/headed-to-mos-last-night-after-werk.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-116151136352280150</id><published>2006-10-22T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:05.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the stupid haze is making my face damn oily. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-116151136352280150?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116151136352280150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=116151136352280150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116151136352280150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116151136352280150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-stupid-haze-is-making-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-116082285629591307</id><published>2006-10-14T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:04.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a monkey now. :( i had already cut my nails, keep my hands busy to prevent myself from scratching. its getting slightly better, but i got pretty freaked out when i saw one mosquitoe-bite-lookalike rash on my face. i was howling some crap about im gonna be ugly and im going to stay home on a saturday and i realised my bro din really give a shit because his maplestory is more important. my mum and dad are not at home to help as well. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i think its gone. I THINK. cos i can't feel any bump on my face already. hmmms. &lt;br /&gt;pls go away and leave me alone!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really shld go on a diet. im getting fat.. &lt;br /&gt;but its not my fault that i get hungry easily!!! hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-116082285629591307?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116082285629591307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=116082285629591307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116082285629591307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116082285629591307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-like-monkey-now.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-116073837201231858</id><published>2006-10-13T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:04.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm busy, and i don't know what i'm busy with. i just don't have much time to come online anymore. sobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im growing rashes!!! how? now i look like some freak with red spots all over my arms and neck and all over my body. and its bloody itchy la. if it din go away on monday i'm going to see a doc and get myself at least 3 days mc. haha. &lt;br /&gt;i used to have it before when i was pretty young, but its really been ages since i last got it. its not alcohol, and im definitely clean, so whats wrong? i think its the goddamn haze la. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared that its gonna spread all over to my face as well! :( ugh. and i gonna werk later. i think im gonna wrap myself up like a ba zhang or something to prevent people gawking at me like i got some kinda skin disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a possibility too, tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choy...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-116073837201231858?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116073837201231858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=116073837201231858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116073837201231858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/116073837201231858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-busy-and-i-dont-know-what-im-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115960997276185881</id><published>2006-09-30T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:04.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was blog-hopping and when i came across eve's blog and her entry about her zoo visit, i was wondering, did someone asked me to go to the zoo recently? *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i srsly can't remember who is it but there is someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. celebrated my bday at llp yesterday. and darren came! :o nice top btw. (:&lt;br /&gt;was super tired last night cos i didn't get enough rest fer the day. that prolly caused me to overreact to some stuffs that i shouldn't also before heading to llp. actually i know i was being stupid right then, but i just can't control myself la. &lt;br /&gt;blah, hate myself fer being such an emotional moron sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way.. i don't cry when i'm pissed okay! -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, many thanks to my beloved who planned all that surprises. thanks fer the dinner, and llp. u planned something in between but.. yea. sorry.. :p. haha. AND THE CAKE!!! gone just like that.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but my shoulder and neck are aching like hell. i think i shall go and get some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115960997276185881?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115960997276185881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115960997276185881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115960997276185881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115960997276185881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-blog-hopping-and-when-i-came.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115905664851271149</id><published>2006-09-23T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:04.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people once told me not to waste my breath trying to talk some sense in you. indeed, now i know why they told me that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyah, next time i just diam diam okay? and everybody can see what they see. i didn't have to tell anyone anything fer them to talk about u. in fact, i did try that once because i totally TAK BOLEH TAHAN already, and my friend actually doubt my words until my friend saw it himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i shouldn't say so much anymore, go ahead and just do whatever ure happy with okay? im prolly going with anne. so no worries. but sometimes, whining and bitching about it is not going to make everything just go away. but if ur aim is just purely to keep my mouth shut and stop me from telling u straight in the face about how i feel, fine. that way, i can save my saliva as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why i bother, really. old times sake or? my intentions were good, yes. but too bad if u chose to see it another way. cos i've long given up thinking u will someday wake up and change fer the better. oh yea, rmb that freakin email u've sent? about giving u a month's time fer u to do something about urself? eh, i can't remember how many freaking 15489-90284321590843 mths alr, but just to tell u, it just got worse. no offence, really. and i wasn't counting too, that thought just pop up suddenly. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will prolly be the last time i wil actually waste my time writing about u here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, holidays are OVER!!!! HOW AR? :( &lt;br /&gt;but i guess somebody's gonna be very happy because she gets to rest more in the night already. hahaha. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115905664851271149?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115905664851271149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115905664851271149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115905664851271149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115905664851271149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/people-once-told-me-not-to-waste-my.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115854353814121696</id><published>2006-09-17T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:04.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just attempted to make myself some half-boiled eggs fer breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what did i get instead? 2 almost hard boiled eggs. -.-'' well, only the yolks are runny. its kinda gross actually.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah! i was too busy staring at the computer screen that i've forgotten abt my eggs la. &lt;br /&gt;... erm and i've forgotten how long am i supposed to leave it boiling also. *sheepish grin* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to The One with kelvin and gang last night. the room is damn cramped can? and i felt like i can hardly breathe in there. that sucks. and they are singing all those hokkein songs that my father likes to listen. OMG. i almost died in there.. and i was bored stiff. why didn't i just off my hp during my off days? i just wanna slp my day away :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a lil too late to complain la. blehs. but yea, its boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of my granny ytd. it sorta scare the shit outta me la. has it gotta do with sth about me talking back to my dad? haha.&lt;br /&gt;time to get some zzz soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115854353814121696?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115854353814121696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115854353814121696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115854353814121696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115854353814121696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-attempted-to-make-myself-some.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115850308603057251</id><published>2006-09-17T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:03.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so fucking pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL ARE THERE SUCH PEOPLE EXIST HUH?&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. and why am i so suay to know such a person. &lt;br /&gt;how can a person be so bloody fake? so &lt;em&gt;sickeningly&lt;/em&gt; fake. don't u find it tiring wearing a mask 24/7, trying to please everyone that is of any use to u or whatsoever? well, i don't know about the rest, but its hurting my eyes real bad. its not that i wanted to see it, but u just kept doing ur thang right in my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing is, u can actually asked a person u din even liked fer help. OMGZ. don't u feel bad? when u don't need her help, all u did is pretend that shes invisible, talk to her rudely, and all that fucked-up-i-got-serious-ap actions. and i didn't even said anything. but again, and again u kept doing that. don't u feel at least abit ashamed or something? tell me why is she obliged to help u in the first place? u guys arent even FRIENDS. ask urself la. is she a friend to u? or shes just a kind soul or magic genie that will help u everytime u send a msg. huh? i just DON'T FUCKING GET IT LA. why she bothers to help u? shes just too kind i think.&lt;br /&gt;and u're just happily taking advantage of her weakness.(at this point of time i think it is one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLS. if u wanna do all these stunts, go find someone i din know or not even close to. DON'T FIND SOMEONE THAT IS RELATED TO ME IN ANYWAY. KTHX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115850308603057251?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115850308603057251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115850308603057251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115850308603057251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115850308603057251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-fucking-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115846099492195267</id><published>2006-09-16T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:03.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't understand whats up with some parents who insisted on their child to keep their room tidy. parents, like mine. its not even like they are going to sleep in it. i like it the way it is, so whats the matter? i like digging through my stuffs, and i hate seeing all my stuffs stacked nicely in one pile. i have to be extremely careful not to mess it up and stuffs, and i just don't like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not like as if my room is dirty. despite that it is messy, i'm very sure its clean. so what the hell? since its my room, its really my freedom to do whatever i like to it right? ugh. DOES IT REALLY MATTER TO THEM IF IT IS TIDY OR NOT?&lt;br /&gt;grrr. i know i sound rude and stuffs, afterall i'm stil living with my parents and bla bla and its stil their hse.. BUT I REALLY DON'T GET IT LA.&lt;br /&gt;and my dad have to niao me early in the morning. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to slp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115846099492195267?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115846099492195267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115846099492195267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115846099492195267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115846099492195267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-understand-whats-up-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115840397195836608</id><published>2006-09-16T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:03.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm kinda wondering if im having some sorta heart problems or something. how come my chest hurts so much whenever i drank alcohol? ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STIL YOUNG YA KNOW. wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched pulse with emily last night right after my drinking session at llp and toxxic(:. i seemed to get stuck at my werkplaceS even if i'm not werking. bahs. but its pretty fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to pulse. man, its the most stupid horror movie ever. i was shivering nonstop in the theatre, and im not sure if its the aircon or its the damn alcohol. and i could have fallen aslp if i wasn't shivering that much. this is how bad it is. imagine, me falling aslp while watching a horror movie. me, the timid one when it comes to supernatural stuffs. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to whine about how tired i am cos i seemed to complain in every single post i've made recently. :P&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to be late fer werk soon! damn. time to get my ass away from the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sth random: people change. all the time. but its kinda amazing how drastic it can be sometimes. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115840397195836608?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115840397195836608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115840397195836608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115840397195836608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115840397195836608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-kinda-wondering-if-im-having-some.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115827436774716104</id><published>2006-09-14T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:03.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up at 5am today and it has been 1 damn hour alr and i'm still wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't go back to sleep because i need to go to school later and just in a lil while's time i need to wake up anyway, and my stomach's hurting me. SIGHS. :(&lt;br /&gt;actually i don't understand why do the damn directors of the school wanna see me anyway. will it make a difference or they are just going to lecture me? *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh! very sian lah! i wanna go back to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115827436774716104?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115827436774716104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115827436774716104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115827436774716104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115827436774716104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-woke-up-at-5am-today-and-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115819224048407196</id><published>2006-09-13T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:03.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MCR's new album's coming out soon!!! the tittle's called the black parade or sth.. only get to listened to "welcome to the black parade" and its pretty nice. ((((: so can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this paragraph is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;partially&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dedicated to darren aka lauya pok. for the past week, (or around there la) i managed to meet up with arbaguay, winston, and travis. so does anne and wen (except the winston part) SO U'RE BUAY STEADY LA! go and fan xing fan xing abit pls.. :P everybody's pretty much the same, arbaguay in fact has met up with me fer 3 times alr.. and he seems to get a lil fatter. lol. winston's still have the kiddo face, just that his hair is way shorter. as fer travis.. HAI. why liddat? he seemed to start balding at an extremely young age, and think he has been away from the sun from quite some time. or maybe he has been taking drugs. hmm. hahaha. what abt u darren? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, its pretty great to meet up with em. nice to reminisce all the past crazy stuffs we used to share last time.. hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehs shit. i can't really blog cos i stil have alcohol in my system and i can't really think. i feel like throwing up, but i can't. and im shivering like siao. but its okay! i don't have werk later. hwah hwah hwah. but i can't really go out because i got to go sch early in the morn on fri to meet the darn directors. SIGHS. :( its nth to be proud of, so i'm not going to say. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my DEAR seems to be much more paranoid than me. how come leh??? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im falling aslp in front of the com. -.-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115819224048407196?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115819224048407196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115819224048407196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115819224048407196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115819224048407196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/mcrs-new-albums-coming-out-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115779988251121736</id><published>2006-09-09T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:03.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone pass me some ear plugs PUHLEESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, my area's doing some renovation thingy i think, and they are freakin noisy!!!&lt;br /&gt;im a very light sleeper so i've problem going to sleep. now im srsly DEPRIVED of slp lo!!! :( don't feel like going werk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i continue to whine, im going to be late fer werk too. bahs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115779988251121736?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115779988251121736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115779988251121736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115779988251121736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115779988251121736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/someone-pass-me-some-ear-plugs.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115767858384357929</id><published>2006-09-07T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:02.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels so weird without my hp by my side. i'm wide awake because i'm hungry, and suddenly i'm craving fer xing hai shan's chilli crab, just because i called huiwen last night and she told me she's over there. and xing hai shan just somehow lemme think of the crabs over there la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;i can't go back to slp, i kept thinking i'm going to overslept because i usually use my hp's alarm. and i woke up this morning at 7am thinking its 7freaking pm. &lt;strong&gt;goddammit&lt;/strong&gt;. and now that i'm awake, i'm suddenly quite curious what did thu ang zau called me in the middle of the night fer? i totally fergotten whats the conversation about and he caused me to ferget about my phone!!! :( he's really a jinx i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i cannot play my pretty-stupid-but-somehow-i'm-addicted-to-it-tennis game that's in my hp when i can't get to sleep. :( and i don't know who's gonna msg me!!!&lt;br /&gt;haiyerrrr! the feeling so gao wei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;PUI&lt;/strong&gt; PUI PUI &lt;strong&gt;PUI PUI&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! wtf happen last night!!!!! wait. something to clarify. sunshine's gay right? i'm pretty sure he is. WTF?! ahahahahaahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm here self entertaining myself so i can get back to sleep soon. haha. &lt;br /&gt;but honestly i dunnoe i shld feel bewildered, or disgusted, or violated. which one?! all of the above?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries la people he never rape me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115767858384357929?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115767858384357929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115767858384357929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115767858384357929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115767858384357929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-feels-so-weird-without-my-hp-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115741273771142354</id><published>2006-09-04T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:02.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;ENFP - The Champion&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your Type is 100% Extroverted, 25% Observant, 12% Logical and 6% Structured &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Your type is known as the Champion type, which is part of the larger group called idealists. Nothing occurs that does not have some deep and ethical significance in your eyes. You see life as an exciting drama. You are very charismatic, yet tend to be too harsh on yourself for not being as genuine as you think you should be. 3% of the population shares your type.&lt;BR&gt;As a romantic partner, you need to talk about what is going on in your life. You are a strong supporter for your partner's efforts to grow and change and be happy. You need to feel that same support from your partner. Expressive, optimistic, and curious, you are eager to enjoy new experiences with your partner, whom you wish to be your confidant and soul mate, as well as play mate. You are uncomfortable sharing negative emotion, though, and tend to withdraw from confrontation and process your feelings privately. You feel most loved when your partner appreciates your creativity, accepts your uniqueness, and sees you as the compassionate person you are. You need to hear your partner tell you how much you mean to them and would love if they did thoughtful spontaneous things to demonstrate it.&lt;BR&gt;Your group summary: &lt;A href="http://keirsey.com/personality/nf.html" a&gt;idealists (NF) &lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your type summary: &lt;A href="http://keirsey.com/personality/nfep.html" a&gt;ENFP&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14319222523235853878" a&gt;vincex's shorter version of this test.&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;My longer version of this same test. &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=16567335035599898597" a&gt;The real deal.&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=105 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=45 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;70%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;outgoing&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=59 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=91 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;39%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;observant&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=33 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=117 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;22%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;logical&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=11 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=139 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;7%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;structured&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=1985567502425606155'&gt;The Quick and Dirty Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=unpretentious2'&gt;unpretentious2&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115741273771142354?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115741273771142354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115741273771142354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115741273771142354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115741273771142354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/09/enfp-championyour-type-is-100.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115741050488716045</id><published>2006-09-04T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:02.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm extremely worried right now. lucky i don't have to werk tomorrow so its okay fer me to stay up til so late without caring if that i will be tired tomorrow. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao pang had some issues with his ex-gf and he's erm, kinda playing with his life right now. went down with emily just now to look fer him, and emily sent him back home a lil while after. and now he's playing with knives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau! what's with kids nowadays anyway har? abit abit only go and do all that kinda nonsense.. does it even make the problem goes away? and dying to cause people to feel guilt is ridiculous and extremely evil la. is thats the way u show people how much u love a person? hah. the poor whoever will prolly just be traumatised for life, and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; will actually make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand about kids that age prolly don't understand much about consequences and prolly can't be bothered to think so much about it. why like this leh! the future generation is getting from bad to worse. and i'd thought that mine is already bad enough. haiyoh. i've just made myself sound so old. &lt;br /&gt;bleh. complainin abt this here wouldn't make him wake up anyway. wth.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope nothing will happen. pls. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, its anne's first day of werk at toxxic. pretty fun werking with her except shes a lil uptight.. hope everything's going smoothly fer her tho. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go watch hard gay to entertain myself fer the time being. lol~&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115680560672708885</id><published>2006-08-28T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:01.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm thinking of changing my blog addie. its not because everybody's doing so, but to prevent some BAD-GUY-WANNABE or one super big pig head(this is what she calls herself btw) from reading stuffs off here and misinterpreting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misinterpret wrongly liao nvm, after i've cleared the misunderstanding, she still keeps harping on it. i guess shes really very eager to be the huai ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. my blog has been with me fer like, 2 years plus!!! its has gone through ups and downs with me, been my venting ground,help me chu qi when anyone tried to mess with me(sort of, anyway) withstand all my whines and complains without a word, and still remain faithful even if i've neglected it. wah... really talking about alot of gan qing here leh. although i can still save my archives and stuffs la, but it's not the same!&lt;br /&gt;now, because of what &lt;strong&gt;"bad guy"&lt;/strong&gt; has been telling me REPEATEDLY, i gotta change my new blog addie unless she's gonna promise me to stop bringing up something which has completely nth to do with her in the first place. altho after a few twists and turns, she &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; managed to make it her problem. -.-;&lt;br /&gt;u really she de to see me and my blog addie parts meh? *sniffs* altho the add is a lil stupid la.. but still :(&lt;br /&gt;and u can no longer read my entries anymore. hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give u the right to choose k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115680560672708885?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115680560672708885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115680560672708885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115680560672708885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115680560672708885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-thinking-of-changing-my-blog-addie.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115671519272094918</id><published>2006-08-27T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:01.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>often in life, people make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is that, i'm often the one escaped unscathed and the ones around me got badly hurt. i don't want it to be like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im gonna warn u guys that this is a i-hate-myself emo post so its not too late to close the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i've never warn u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? maybe i'm just selfish, i just want my freedom. when things just don't go the way i wanted them to, i will just tend to run away from them. is it that i'm too headstrong to give in or just that i just want to do whatever i want without having to think about how the other people will feel? somebody told me once, that if i've loved the person enough, i would be willing to sacrifice. is it so? so i just love my freedom so much that i couldn't let anything else in the world to take it away from me? even if it's just a lil bit of it? &lt;br /&gt;history has repeated itself over and over again, and the problem always lies with me. well, more or less la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm a perfectionist? i got in mind what kinda person my the other half should be, and whoever that is going out with me outta live up to my standards?&lt;br /&gt;thats not really true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i'm like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no use crying over spilled milk, and i'm telling myself not to feel guilty, for what is done cannot be undone. but its useless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. and i actually felt bad fer critising wing like that. i just found out that she actually has heart defects and shes quitting nightlife for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so evil. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115671519272094918?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115671519272094918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of werk at toxxic and i already got srsly fucked by alcohol. what a great kickstart. and i even threw up blood!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i seemed to be very proud of it. but honestly i'm quite freaked out. im afraid its not because of alcohol, but glass bits. im not sure if i've swallowed any in the first place la. plus its freakin bloody la. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BTW, i definately drink much more den u hor! zzzzz. &lt;br /&gt;dunnoe why u wanna compare also. &lt;br /&gt;whateverrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im stil very sleepy and i got a bad hangover. i woke up because i need to bathe as i concussed right immediately once i hit the bed, and i srsly stil feel nauseous. and i can only remember fragments of what happened last night really. this is that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm seriously glad u're there. else i prolly just slept right outside toxxic. :P and sorry for making u worry for me.. :/ and having to take care of me last night. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yars, btw zouk was pretty aiight. bumped into the mahjong khakis at phuture, not like we din expected it. i guess we shld have called more people but its okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways its time fer me to go back to slp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights everybody.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115647762148624058?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115647762148624058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115647762148624058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115647762148624058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115647762148624058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day-of-werk-at-toxxic-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115607604495789358</id><published>2006-08-20T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:01.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ughhhhh* why my aunt visit suddenly?! that explains why i got PMSy so early this time round. what the hell.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying from the pain le. :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had a couple of nightmares just now when i'm slping.&lt;br /&gt;pretty much scare the hell outta me la.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum barge into my room and wake me up is the gao cao lo! bleh. she totally freaked me out and i thought my nightmare is coming true. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like i din get to sleep well. quite tired.:( tv's featuring all the politic talks thingy, and im not interested. IM SO BORED! gonna hit the books later, but not so early. sighs. so sian laa...&lt;br /&gt;but its okay. 2 more papers AND IM DONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im prolly going to club on wed! anyone interested to come along msg me kay? ESP ANNE.((((: i know ure having ur hols now and u're very bored right. haha. venue's either zouk or devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s- jacob SRSLY reminds me of hw. -.-;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115607604495789358?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115607604495789358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115607604495789358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115607604495789358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115607604495789358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/ughhhhh-why-my-aunt-visit-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115599016545935964</id><published>2006-08-19T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:00.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fma= screwed. pretty much prepared to retake the dumb module. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least the mahjong session was fun. i laughed til my stomach hurts, all thanks to vincent ten. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im lacking of slp man. i was dozing off on my way to werk. -.-' but its aiight la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally startin werk @ toxxic on thurs and sat next week. wondering whats it gonna be like.. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling sleepy. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115599016545935964?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115599016545935964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115599016545935964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115599016545935964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115599016545935964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/fma-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115571858081579919</id><published>2006-08-16T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:00.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those who can't tell that i'm not stressed out by exams are BLIND, i tell you. can't you people tell from the amount of zits appearing from my face? its scary and its going to invade the whole of my face soon. if this continues, all the zits are going to eat up my face and i will have no face to see people.(mei lian jian ren)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur. and i'm getting fat~!!!! im binging more than usual. cham la.. there are even times i ate 5 freakin meals per day. omg.how? at this rate arh, by the end of my exams i don't even know how to clear up the damage done to me due to exams. i will become fat, with pimply face, and i gotta retake some modules(CHOY CHOY CHOY!!!!) and turn into a mei ren yao de nu ren. thats very sad indeed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually i'm supposed to study fer my fma but its at some other place. im quite pissed off now COS TMR IS THE PAPER AND I HAVEN START STUDYING AND I'VE BEEN FAILING MY FMA AND I GOTTA PASS IT REALLY WELL TO PASS THE WHOLE DAMN MODULE! and time is running out lo. what the fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a lil early to get PMSy but i'm very PMSy &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;nabei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115571858081579919?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115571858081579919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115571858081579919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115571858081579919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115571858081579919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/those-who-cant-tell-that-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115548098719491264</id><published>2006-08-13T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:00.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i din managed to watch the fireworks. :( okay la, just a glimpse at the ending lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahs, fireworks display cannot wait fer me to come den start meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a LIL of fireworks, cozy bay, then the lake hse. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time sure flies when i'm with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and its time fer me to start studying.:(&lt;br /&gt;ughs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115548098719491264?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115548098719491264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115548098719491264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115548098719491264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115548098719491264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-i-din-managed-to-watch-fireworks.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115538028201688398</id><published>2006-08-12T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:00.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ecm's on monday and i haven started studying. :(&lt;br /&gt;in fact, im going out later to see fireworks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, im such a sucker for these kinda stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to watch lake house later! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i gotta try studying once i got home else its too late. butttttttttt, i don't even know what time wil i get back home. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the meantime, i shall not worry so much abt my paper first. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong after exams, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115538028201688398?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115538028201688398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115538028201688398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115538028201688398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115538028201688398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/ecms-on-monday-and-i-haven-started.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115515772132354010</id><published>2006-08-09T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:36:00.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!!! my dad finally bought a new computer back. now i can finally upload my pics in peace, tho my com stil does not have any microsoft word. more like, microsoft office. yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, feel kinda dui cos i shld have told my dad to buy me a lappy instead, and&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; wanted to buy me one too. but wutever la! now one thing sucky is that my stupid com's msn is like super old la, and i've forgotten whr and how to dl it. haha. maybe due to the fact that i'm a lil tipsy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least thrs no typos! i think. haha. its exams period alr.. bah. just finished 2 papers on tues i think, and i din study much. i guess i gotta buck up, but the thought of it just makes me sian. i stil gotta go back to sch on fri to do my dumb RWPS presentation! and i haven started on the powerpoint yet. haha. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;werk today rocks man. everybody in charge are either not there, drunk, or went back home early. hehe. and it was louisa's bday and we had a mini celebration there. think she had a quarrel outside with jac before that, tho they both appear to be okay when they came in. and i think i saw jac cried too. hmmmm. and its the first time i've seen lollipop emptied so early! they left pretty early, so left a couple of peepz thr like manjit, emily etc. actually i think its just the 2 of them.. heh! and it was raining pretty heavily that time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno how to use the stupid photoshop thingy! bahhs. i think i shall get some rest first. i stank of cigarrettes! smelly smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry but i think im gettin fat. shld i get sth to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics taken recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/1600/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/320/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's wing and jr, and i know my template's irritatingly small and im too stupid to know how to resize the pic, so oops. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/1600/DSC00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/320/DSC00089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i look quite chio in here. HAHA! just kidding. thats me and emily(: and we were over at devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/1600/DSC00104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/320/DSC00104.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's xuan and dirdin's friend.. at devils too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/1600/DSC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/320/DSC00167.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that idiotic face is thu ang zau. haha~ wait wait thr's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/1600/DSC00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/320/DSC00180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manjit and him acting gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/1600/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5762/449/320/DSC00181.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this! he decides that in order to be more compatiable with manjit he gotta wear a turbon like him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who likes to know him? interested parties pls leave me a tag. haha. and i've realised abit too late that i can actually change the size of the pic. &lt;em&gt;whoooooops&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115515772132354010?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115515772132354010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115515772132354010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115515772132354010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115515772132354010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay-my-dad-finally-bought-new-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115485740213472759</id><published>2006-08-06T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:59.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>retail therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally get to shop. skipped FMA last fri, and headed to town to shop before werk. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty happy with what i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these can be cut off from my wants list alr:&lt;br /&gt;skirts&lt;br /&gt;slips&lt;br /&gt;wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i stil want more....&lt;br /&gt;earrings&lt;br /&gt;accessories&lt;br /&gt;and MORE TOPS! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shld really go slim down. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;werk on fri is messy. glad i went up in the end COS it feels like i dun know anyone thr anymore!&lt;br /&gt;haii. llp feels so foreign suddenly. its just like a week plus break! at least im glad that wing's not werking.&lt;br /&gt;tho she did came down la.&lt;br /&gt;and liquor is badddddddd!!! it made people do stupid things that they wil regret. *ahem&lt;br /&gt;but its kinda sad la. it was shawn's bday and i see so many sad faces.&lt;br /&gt;everybody's tryin to use liquor to jie jiu xiao chou lo.&lt;br /&gt;what for?&lt;br /&gt;haha. actually i used to be like that too. but at least i din do any wrong things!&lt;br /&gt;i think..&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to devils last night with emily xuan and dirdin.&lt;br /&gt;glad everything's fine between xuan and dirdin..&lt;br /&gt;had fun, and i officially announce i wun drink vodka anymore!&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it supposed to cure hangovers?&lt;br /&gt;i think its the main cause of hangovers in the first place. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;got a bloody headache when i got home..&lt;br /&gt;took some pics with my phone &lt;strong&gt;BUT MY COM IS SCREWED &lt;/strong&gt;so i can't load it up.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even transfer it to my com!!!&lt;br /&gt;thats how outdated my com is. even the software doesn't supports it.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to mug fer my papers alr. exams are coming~!!!! ahhh. so stressed up. how how how?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, after my exams im going to get a tattoo fer sure.&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE!!!! save up kay? heh. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shi~ u miss me ah? tao yan leh. haha. when ure attachment and FYP ends msg or call me la! provided my exams are over also. hehe.. damn long nv see u le. that time come over llp fer 5 mins den go le. :( so saddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the crazy days with u and muachee altho i'm always the lightbulb. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, other den sch, i feel very contented with life. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115485740213472759?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115485740213472759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115485740213472759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115485740213472759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115485740213472759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/retail-therapy-finally-get-to-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115462467891341486</id><published>2006-08-03T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:59.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how i wish im a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid i know. BUT wah kao! look at my hamster! srsly i dun know how many hours does it slp per day. i can't keep track at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when it wakes up, my mum will play with it, i will play with it, let it run about my hse, and when its tired, go back to its cage, rest awhile and play with its wheel. monotonous i know, same shit everyday. but wah lau! better den not enough slp everyday right. and stil got me to teng. so xinfu~~~&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects ARE stupid, and i'm all worn out. yes, i know my time management is never good, i just do whatever i feel like doing, because i think if i don't i will just not do it altogether and ended up regretting. so my priority list sometimes is really all messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the rate i'm going, i'm just like some retarded going ard in circles and whamming at all the four walls.&lt;br /&gt;what am i talking about? i can't say i dunnoe whats going on, just that im &lt;em&gt;losing grip&lt;/em&gt;. i can't keep up, and im fallin way behind. the thing is, im too tired to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to sleep. is it so difficult? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. actually i just wanna slp. so its not an emo post or whatever ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115462467891341486?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115462467891341486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115462467891341486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115462467891341486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115462467891341486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-i-wish-im-hamster.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115434940893368073</id><published>2006-07-31T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:59.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentine's day people!&lt;br /&gt;which is known as qi xi jie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very day niu lang zhi nu can finally reunite every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story's kinda... i dunnoe. bittersweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. im supposed to do my rwps BUT MY COM'S SCREWED LEH! how?? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to go home right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all I can breathe is your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause sooner or later it's over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115434940893368073?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115434940893368073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115434940893368073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115434940893368073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115434940893368073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-valentines-day-people-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115426573010104833</id><published>2006-07-30T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:59.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah knnbccb!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super angry now because my stupid ancient com just died on me AND ALL THAT I'VE DONE ON RWPS IS GONE!!!! just one dumb msg of not enough memory space and its FUCKIN GONE. great. excellent. NOW I GOTTA START ALL OVER AGAIN!!! nabei!!! i spend like 3 hours on it leh! ta ma de. BLOODY HELL AJKDFJAHF;JASFLK;AJIOEUJFKLADSJCKXKLSAFDJAS ahhhhhh!!!! guess i don't hafta sleep tonight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats with RWPS anyway? its waste of time loh. and one of my super nice grpmate came up with a incredibly STUPID idea of what? D.I.Y medical spa? aye u wanna hiao also dun do it in the projects la! its okay, u give one dumb idea, and u freaking MIA and the rest of the groupmates gotta stuck continue doing YOUR dumb idea. what the fuck is this? stupid la! i'm super super dulan. still must cite, all these nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;and how many times have i heard my dad telling me that he will buy a freakin new com alr eh? ya he says i gotta wait fer my very irresponsible bro who is doing his bloody o lvl this year and still hogging the dumb com playing maplestory practically 24/7. so at the meantime i got A SUPER difficult time doing all those projects already, AND NOW THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK U COMPUTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pls die soon. spare me all the torture and spare me from wasting all my time doing my stuffs when u wanna zonk out just suddenly and just kill my project just like that.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( super annoyed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i watched another crappy movie last night with emily. LONG HU MEN. it made me laughed like siao with all the nonsense lo. xiang long shi ba zhang! hahahaha! but its okay that the movie is crappy tho(:&lt;br /&gt;went over to llp with her after that, and thr's sth wrong with regina SRSLY. hey, shes the eye-sore there okay? so whats her problem giving that goddamn black face? i dun recall owing her any money lo! stupid siao auntie..&lt;br /&gt;honestly i dunno why she like pretend to be so kind and go adopt all those orphans arh, den actually her heart so or xim one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. the more i think of it the more heartbroken i am. I GOTTA REDO EVERYTHING LEH!!! wtf man!&lt;br /&gt;i better start doing something now instead of complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRRRRR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115426573010104833?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115426573010104833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115426573010104833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115426573010104833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115426573010104833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/wah-knnbccb-im-super-angry-now-because.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115416191307868175</id><published>2006-07-29T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:59.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im having insomnia. its strange that every single schooling days i have inadequate sleep, and when i get back home early to rest, &lt;strong&gt;i just can't sleep&lt;/strong&gt;. its okay, i try getting more rest during weekends, but once i've slept fer 8hours i will wake up automatically. that's shit man, cos i know i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( and i've the weirdest dream today. or shld i say its a nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..what the heck. i got weird songs in my old mp3. its been left untouched fer ages, and my dad wanted to use it since its just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, collecting dust and still usable. so i helped him do the charging, and i found a couple of funny songs that i SWEAR i didn't upload inside. i mean come on! i know what kinda songs i listen. what the hell is death teddy man!?! and its all instrumental and... sounds like those kinda maplestory soundtrack thingy. so gay la. i don't think its my bro who added those tracks in, though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some funny stuffs happened last night, and also sad ones.&lt;br /&gt;before i left the hse, i heard my dad screaming at my bro. turns out that my dad found a wet, dirty bedsheet stuffed inside my bro's closet or someother place, &lt;em&gt;and its alr mouldy and collecting ants&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhahahahahahhaha. my dad was demanding to know why is the bedsheet dirty and what is it dirty with in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt he actually touched the bedsheet to check it out tho.. and all the time i was sniggering and asking my mum is it what i think it is. LOL!!! okay, i'm mean. but come on la! he's already like what? sec4? can't he like be smarter abit and go wash the sheets himself instead leaving it there? leaving it there and waiting fer my parents to come across that one day is srsly dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went down to boat quay with emily to meet xiao pang at some pub called barcode. damn, i can't say my pub is exactly good, but everytime i went to some other places to drink i always think that the one i'm werking at is much, much better. but our pay is also much, much lower. nabei.&lt;br /&gt;oh anyways. when we reached thr, xiao pang was alr drunk.. and he started crying. its really sad to see him like this, i hardly seen guys broke down like this before. but leaving singapore and going to some crappy place to what? WERK AS A FUCKIN COOK is sick la. plus he's only like 16 only. and he made me make a few promises, which im not sure if i'm able to fulfill. i guess i will try my best..(:&lt;br /&gt;and the last ones standing ytd night was actually me and xuan! wahahaha. i'm so proud of myself. :P and both of us finished the remaining martel.. while the rest k.oed. it was a funny sight la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. and somebody burned my handddddddd. :( now it got one very, very ugly mark on it and i'm not sure if it will leave a scar. hmph. better not arh! my leg's alr bad enough now its my hands? -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to sleep again. at least i will try. yawns.&lt;br /&gt;nights everybody~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115416191307868175?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115416191307868175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115416191307868175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115416191307868175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115416191307868175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-im-having-insomnia.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115401141465566682</id><published>2006-07-27T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:59.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just woke up to do my stupid projects. :( i've been lackin of sleep!!! got back home to get some rest as my head is killing me. and i ended up sleepin at 6plus cos im too hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest fer an hour plus and now i gotta rush on my rwps le. and im sneezing non-stop that my nose's gonna drop off! guess someone is thinking of me. hmmmmmmmmmmm. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!! tomorrow's a friday!!! can't wait. totally.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still pretty sleepy. bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xuan's together with dirdin alr! :o&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i can't type in full sentences alr cos my brain refuse to function properly and im pretty zonked out. BAHHHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its friday tmr!!! happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115401141465566682?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115401141465566682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115401141465566682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115401141465566682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115401141465566682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-woke-up-to-do-my-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115379647010906201</id><published>2006-07-24T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:58.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u're just never at fault man.&lt;br /&gt;why bother explaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of it already. i can't be bothered to listen and accept any of them anyway. so don't waste ur breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired!!! slept fer 4 hrs only cos im studyin fer my FMA paper. :(&lt;br /&gt;shld be meeting miss tan siew mei later, so i shall do some revision at the meantime since i got so much time to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i feel so nerd all of a sudden. 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115379647010906201?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115379647010906201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115379647010906201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115379647010906201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115379647010906201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/ure-just-never-at-fault-man.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115361023352967481</id><published>2006-07-22T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:58.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just noticed that i got tons of typo errors in my last few entries. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched mortuary, and i still have to insist that its a much much better show den re-cycle okay!!! heh..&lt;br /&gt;but the salt thingy is crap. so is the ending. pui! i never like bad endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i better start on my project else im not going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115361023352967481?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115361023352967481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115361023352967481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115361023352967481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115361023352967481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-just-noticed-that-i-got-tons-of.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115357929526868908</id><published>2006-07-22T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:58.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bahhh!!!!!!!! i hate it when people shows unfair treatment or bias-ness. or i got accused for things i've never do.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going to harp about it cos i've been grumbling about it non-stop fer the past 24 hours. stil a lil grouchy, perhaps cos im PMSy, but i've almost gotten over it. i mean, look at the bright side, i got time to chill a lil without worrying about the problems werk gave me, and i got more time to do my projects and study fer my FMA test! hmmm. not like today i'm staying at home to study tho. i need to get outta the hse and breathe so fresh air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my swollen eye got a lil better, it no longer hurts that much but now thrs slightly purplish around that area, that it makes it look i've bruised it somehow. bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and BTW, do i really look that mature? everybody's thinkin im 20+++++ :(&lt;br /&gt;and ferlone even mentioned that i look older den AI. ITS NOT FAIR LO!!! cos i really don't think so. aiyah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i've fan xiao ren or whatever this year. im just so suay. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115357929526868908?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115357929526868908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115357929526868908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115357929526868908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115357929526868908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/bahhh-i-hate-it-when-people-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115341316895825547</id><published>2006-07-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:58.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i don't know what will happen if i don't have someone whom i can pour all my bullshit to. i guess im lucky to have someone mature and understanding enough to complain about all that's happening to me right now. else i guess im going to burst open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure a challenge to stay sane like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects, projects PROJECTS!!!! oh my god. and i din go fer FMA paper again cos i just got back my textbk cos the fucker thu ang zau lost it and i just got it reprinted like 2 days back or something. and i gotta start doing some proper studying OR ELSE IM GOING TO FLUNK IT AGAIN. and thats bullshit la. its afterall just accountings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devils ytd: &lt;strong&gt;FUCKED UP&lt;/strong&gt;!!! and tons of FUGLY pictures also. :(&lt;br /&gt;just 2 words to say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need someone to control the people whom i hang around with, or something. you are not my boyfriend, or girlfriend, or mom, or dad.&lt;br /&gt;don't use that line of i-m-ur-own-friend nonsense, cos it won't werk. asked yourself: does anyone treat their friend's like this? u're practically behaving like im ur fuckin property. honestly, i used to treasure our friendship alot. but now, i don't even know what u've changed into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. im sick of me scolding and askin u to wake up and stuffs, and im sick of u kicking a fuss over small stuffs, im sick of u making a scene outta nth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think u gotta go reflect on urself man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos if u don't, know that nobody's gonna correct u this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like how i will leave u there since u insisted on sleeping right beside the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks ferlone fer listening! yay. and the marche.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a busy woman. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115341316895825547?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115341316895825547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115341316895825547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115341316895825547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115341316895825547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-dont-know-what-will-happen_20.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115341307617353643</id><published>2006-07-20T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:58.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i don't know what will happen if i don't have someone whom i can pour all my bullshit to. i guess im lucky to have someone mature and understanding enough to complain about all that's happening to me right now. else i guess im going to burst open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure a challenge to stay sane like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects, projects PROJECTS!!!! oh my god. and i din go fer FMA paper again cos i just got back my textbk cos the fucker thu ang zau lost it and i just got it reprinted like 2 days back or something. and i gotta start doing some proper studying OR ELSE IM GOING TO FLUNK IT AGAIN. and thats bullshit la. its afterall just accountings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devils ytd: &lt;strong&gt;FUCKED UP&lt;/strong&gt;!!! and tons of FUGLY pictures also. :(&lt;br /&gt;just 2 words to say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need someone to control the people whom i hang around with, or something. you are not my boyfriend, or girlfriend, or mom, or dad.&lt;br /&gt;don't use that line of i-m-ur-own-friend nonsense, cos it won't werk. asked yourself: does anyone treat their friend's like this? u're practically behaving like im ur fuckin property. honestly, i used to treasure our friendship alot. but now, i don't even know what u've changed into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. im sick of me scolding and askin u to wake up and stuffs, and im sick of u kicking a fuss over small stuffs, im sick of u making a scene outta nth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think u gotta go reflect on urself man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos if u don't, know that nobody's gonna correct u this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like how i will leave u there since u insisted on sleeping right beside the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks ferlone fer listening! yay. and the marche.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a busy woman. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115341307617353643?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115341307617353643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115341307617353643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115341307617353643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115341307617353643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-dont-know-what-will-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115305533573223563</id><published>2006-07-16T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:58.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipped school on friday again. tsk, im getting hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;attendance is bad, warning letters' all coming up.. tell me, how am i supposed to endure to the 3rd year?&lt;br /&gt;and honestly till now im still not sure of what i want in the future. but i want my off-days to be on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i skipped sch on fri because it was raining heavily and i was stuck at some blk which is pretty near mine. i was spacing out fer quite some time, and by the time i've realised its too late to go school already. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;since i was out of my house and i don't want my mum to nag at me, i called ferlone up and went to meet him.. since he's staying so near me. heh.. went up to his hse a lil while and and im quite impressed by the interior designs and stuffs.. and he actually designed it himself! not bad.. a pretty eligible bachelor indeed. :d too bad im not a few years older.. and he actually a wild streak in him as well! lol! man, looks are sure deceiving. i always thought hes a VERY down-to-earth person.. well. okay la, hes still quite la.&lt;br /&gt;decided to watched pirates of the carribean-dead's man chest.. quite a nice show. just that both of our butts are numb by the end of the movie. its funny, and has a few disturbing scenes as well.. but i guess i will prefer part 2 den 1. (:&lt;br /&gt;walked pretty much as well, intended to shop, but didn't bought much other than food, he showed me a better side of cafe cartel. hah! and he bought a pair of shoes, and i din get anything. :( tho its just a pretty normal outing, i really enjoyed myself. finally i can find someone who i can speak openly to, and its been quite some time since i've laughed &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much when i was out. went to werk after that.. and that bloody ethan told me some bullshit which in the end turn out to be just a misunderstanding. sighs. i shouldn't just believe what i hear without asking, but.. blah! the dumbest thing is, till now im still quite upset..&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, the person im upset with is myself. there are so many reasons why that i don't feel like listing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this rate im going, being a seh kah everytime im werking isn't going to get me anywhere. the thing is, thats the only time i can get every single problems off my mind.. fer the time being. its funny how come my tears refused to fall tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. werk ytd was crap as well. i reached home at wut? 7 or 8am? kahluah with milk is nice tho! :D heheheeee. manjit was drunk and it was kinda funny.. cos hes talking nonsense and telling me stuffs he wasn't supposed to tell me. sighs, ignorance is bliss sometimes tho..&lt;br /&gt;fallen aslp in the kopitiam after werk while ethan was flirting with this uncle who used to be a customer at llp..&lt;br /&gt;bahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stil kinda dead now. and very sure its has nth to do with alcohol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115305533573223563?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115305533573223563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115305533573223563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115305533573223563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115305533573223563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/skipped-school-on-friday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363119.post-115266900741468198</id><published>2006-07-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:35:58.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh oh.. thats great, i missed today's lesson.. AGAIN. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, real great.. i was like praying real hard today's lesson will be at 10am..&lt;br /&gt;and whats wrong with everyone arh? reply sms reply so slow one.. got so fed up waiting and i log in to sp website to check. and my com is frigging slow as well!!! -.-''&lt;br /&gt;by the time i checked, its too late.. 845 already. sighs. so i just print my time-table and nua at home i guess.&lt;br /&gt;best thing is, MY MUM'S NOT WERKIN TODAY! :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes gonna niam me fer not going sch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must find a way to get out of the house later. and i can sleep more one loh!!!&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363119-115266900741468198?l=missyspitfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115266900741468198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363119&amp;postID=115266900741468198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115266900741468198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363119/posts/default/115266900741468198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyspitfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/uh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>|lSp_tfiRel|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03696538435759083867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
