<?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-1736845846993788779</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:55:27.831-07:00</updated><category term='skydining'/><category term='unique'/><category term='outcast'/><category term='different'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='cable'/><category term='songs of the sea'/><category term='rights'/><category term='sophia'/><category term='animations'/><category term='mcdonald'/><category term='nuh'/><category term='sentosa'/><category term='accident'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>my thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-8287979572272487077</id><published>2008-07-07T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:35:14.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>im at work.&lt;br /&gt;surprised that i actually bother going to &lt;em&gt;blogger.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to blog but barely have anytime lahh.&lt;br /&gt;so sick &amp; tired of work&lt;br /&gt;i actually have  a good job prospect according to my sacrifices for this job&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately,the pay really sucks&lt;br /&gt;im doing a supervisoral job without any proper education or experience&lt;br /&gt;this is all due to the fact that this firm is sucha a cheapskate to hire someone liable.&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell u what im doing for a normal beauty advisor&lt;br /&gt;1) plan roster&lt;br /&gt;2) organise stocktake&lt;br /&gt;3) liase with my retail operation manager&lt;br /&gt;4) train new staff&lt;br /&gt;5) handling of cash[banking,checkin of discrepency,change of notes]&lt;br /&gt;6) doing up reports&lt;br /&gt;7) going for dumbass meeting at head office&lt;br /&gt;8) basically,manager always look for me if anyting go wrong&lt;br /&gt;but thankfully, there is a new floating supervisor. so my burden has lighten.&lt;br /&gt;im still on the way of quitting tho.haha! found out my supervisor wants to quit too&lt;br /&gt;cos the pay sux real bad.&lt;br /&gt;if i knew i was going to be in charge of this outlet,i would hav ask for more pay.&lt;br /&gt;well,luck brought me here. sianz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate that i still hafta cum to work even on my MC day. i got 2days mc due to food poisoning and they need me to come. what the fuck for right?&lt;br /&gt;everytime afta my offday,someting is always wrong with whatever.&lt;br /&gt;my collegue is too dependent on me. babi buto tol~!!!&lt;br /&gt;mati sama ni company!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-8287979572272487077?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8287979572272487077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=8287979572272487077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8287979572272487077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8287979572272487077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2008/07/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-2497177926271354726</id><published>2008-05-02T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:07:58.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>accident</title><content type='html'>i met into an accident. tragic ey? well,it aint those bike accident that u mite think. its a dumb one actually. my leg hit this nabei Gilera's exhaust. it happen just outside The Cathay. how dumb rite? now i have this disgusting wound &amp; im going to see a doctor today. it took me 2days to see a doctor as i got work. stupid new management that is pushing me hard just because there will be 2 new full timers coming in to our outlet.&lt;br /&gt;Skinfood is sucha cheapskate lah. they are hiring one Philippine lady &amp; the other a China girl whom speak no word of English. CIBAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a lil argument with the so called "Retail Operations Manager" cos she is just a bitch. well,basically even the CEO itself is immature one. i have no idea how long i wana stay on with very unprofessional management. if there is a conflict among u guys,u dun hafta call me to tell ur side of the story lah. i am ur staff &amp; i am suppose to be respecting u,but with such actions,u guys sure make me laugh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is great eversince the new management came &amp; the old one resigned. at one point,i feel so fortunate to find a very easy job. throw crap phrases to customer into believing what is good for them &amp; they bought it.haha. even i myself dont use it lah. hahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fren who is working at Sasa is complaining about her job. hahah! no flats. no push money if u din paint ur nails. have to wear make-up. i pity her despite her comission &amp; all could be more den my pay. she's a guy actually(if u noe wat i mean). eventhough we're working in the same line,its so far different between my environment &amp; hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orite,im out! gotta go see a doc followed by work. its first day for the China girl. hope i'll be ok communicating with her. i will try my best speak to her in chinese despite my horrible standard. funny how she understood english but couldnt speak it. whereas i could understand chinese &amp; sucky at saying a word of it. hee. all the best,mai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-2497177926271354726?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2497177926271354726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=2497177926271354726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/2497177926271354726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/2497177926271354726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2008/05/accident.html' title='accident'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-100376211443380436</id><published>2008-01-28T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:52:38.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he was a quiet man</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbS9eA8mLVI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbS9eA8mLVI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just caught the movie HE WAS A QUIET MAN online. the ratings on IMDB wasn't impressive but i thought,heck. why not give it a chance? so i did. besides,i had some extra time on my hands. soon,i was stuck to my chair enjoying the whole show. it was a brilliant movie that somehow,touched me. it's simply great because i do understand how this guy feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ending was pretty much predictable for me as i myself would have done it if i was him. great awesome movie. yeay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-100376211443380436?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/100376211443380436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=100376211443380436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/100376211443380436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/100376211443380436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-was-quiet-man.html' title='he was a quiet man'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-7462322594448925749</id><published>2008-01-12T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T06:29:00.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Msn</title><content type='html'>Its hilarious how people think sometimes ey? Ok,as usual..i logged in to my msn just to check my mails due to e fact tt checking it thru firefox can be a real slow process. As always,i appeared offline. Cos im just too lazy to chat wit anyone. E usual "hey,how are u" question is really annoying lah. So while waiting for another particular window to pop up showing my mails,i browsed thru my contacts. E normal "who's online eh". At least 10 were appearing Busy &amp; 2 were Away. How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered a time when people logged in to chat.nowadays,it just seemed much hip to set urself as busy or away huh. Okla,somehow there's this thing called "not signing in at all" if u dun wanna chat lahh. E message i get from ppl who do tis is.."if i set myself as busy,it shows im doing something important than chatting. I so called have a life la.So im cool". Whereas those who sets themselves as away,just wanna wait on for any message and will check when they are free to do so. That makes dem so wateva lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon,this bunch of people are e ones that will be removed from my list cos they are always online yet busy or away.so when dey do get online..u just got sick of their name &amp; dun find their online appearence of any special. Yet those who rarely gets online but will always be there to chat turn out to be ur fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nonsence ey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-7462322594448925749?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/7462322594448925749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=7462322594448925749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/7462322594448925749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/7462322594448925749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2008/01/msn.html' title='Msn'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-3249468155761557869</id><published>2008-01-11T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:49:47.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>abandoned</title><content type='html'>yeah yeah yeah...ive pretty much abandoned this blog of mine due to the fact that ive been totally busy with work. my whole body is aching and im so in need of a good massage. *hints hints*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been so fast and ive worked for almost a month now. kinda surprised actually as i dont really stay long. haha. so its sorda great thing for me. im surrounded by old nyonya everyday and it sickens me how they may behave at times. like my mum use to say, "the older one gets,the more immature they shall be". ive come to realise that is infact true. ok,i worked with 4 nyonyas. and all have very weird character. let me better define them in the next para.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie A. a bo chap auntie yet hates mess. she'll get ticked off if one do not clean up their area. grumbles alot. yet gossip too. (usual!) i liked her the most at one point cos she seemed like me. can easily talk to,yet a clean/neat freak. but as i heard how bad her mouth could be if she wanna gossip about someone,i began distant myself. she didnt gossip about me of course. but its always better to be far away. u noe for sure that it will be ur turn very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie B. talk talk talk talk talk talk! i call he the lo-soh auntie. she talks like there shall never be tomorrow. i tot my usual "ar,eh, oh" would make her stop since i didnt reply much to her stories. but somehow she still didnt get the message and continue on &amp;amp; on. poor me ey? but soon i learned that i musnt even reply anything. so i just noticed her change. now,she talks to other people. hahaha..she's at least 50+ and single. she definitely need a partner lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie C. the grumpy &amp;amp; the longest i took to warm up with. she even gossip about me right in front of my eyes in chinese and thinking i do not understand her. too bad my fren,i do get u. she laughed so loud when she talk about me. during my first few days,she laughed at how i do things. "hello? im new wat. u cant expect me to be so pro suddenly right?" damn bitch. but after a while,she finally crack. i was cursing AUNTIE D and she saw me. believing that i hate AUNTIE D,i tink thats why she began open up with me. hahaha.  cos i soon found out,she hated AUNTIE D so much.now next. auntie D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie D is a total stupid no brainer person u'll ever come across. she works there for almost a year and a half yet she do things as if she's still so new. she has the status of Senior but so dumb like that,i wont wanna look up to. i really cant explain much about her cos there's just too much. basically,she's the only one i quarrelled with so far. she was telling me this &amp;amp; that like i own a tiny brain of hers. i got so pissed off i just said "can u shut up? just shut up lah...go away! i dun wanna talk to u. its not my 1st day and i noe what im doing. " something like that. as usual,she always wanna fight back. stupid single aunties nowadays. hahha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-3249468155761557869?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/3249468155761557869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=3249468155761557869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/3249468155761557869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/3249468155761557869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2008/01/abandoned.html' title='abandoned'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-1224521040486175686</id><published>2007-12-28T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T06:48:41.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>im so in need of shopping. felt like its been ages since i last went shopping. im definitely lacking in clothes. some stupid being washed my clothes that left my whole junk of decent clothes to go all distorted. distorted means all the colour got screwed up. i barely have any clothes to even go to work lah. my fave white skinny is all pink,my pink bra is partially blue, my vintage pink tee became all brown. what the fuck. why must bad things happen to me? why? why? why?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current job is so fucked up. but due to the fact that baby insisted i stay on,i guess i shall try my very best to follow. still looking around tho. sob sob... my life's is pretty much pathetic right now. ugly clothes. dumb job. haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope my fairy godmother would come very soon. what's taking her so long? damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-1224521040486175686?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1224521040486175686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=1224521040486175686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/1224521040486175686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/1224521040486175686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/12/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-4078877583459840581</id><published>2007-12-14T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:42:59.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halal</title><content type='html'>its so annoying when one makes up a big fuss over halal &amp;amp; non-halal stuff. infact,it became rude after a while. its frustrating owning a naive friend. she's 18 and i expect her to be open minded with some stuff,but damn...her mind seems pure like a kid in primary 4. imma muslim,but i dare to admit im not a religious kind. so i eat whatsoever i feel like as long it aint a solid real pork. an example of such items would be ,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakae Sushi, Subway&lt;/span&gt;'s sandwiches,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Co&lt;/span&gt;. or gummy bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this chic keep annoy me with the phrases like "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that thing not halal rite? eee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". wat e fuck is your problem lah?! is the question suppose to be a true pure question or is she trying to give me some sort of sarcastic remark. nabei lah. and when another fren talks about clubbing, she'll say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;How i know about all this stuff, i muslim mah. where can go all this places?&lt;/span&gt;" i really feel like punching her face lah. ok so what i do stuff which is not religiously right? but u dont have to annonce it to the world of how innocent you are,yet flaunt ur humongous boobs for the world to see. "show boobies is haram right?"... bodoh nye orang!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-4078877583459840581?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4078877583459840581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=4078877583459840581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4078877583459840581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4078877583459840581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/12/halal.html' title='halal'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-5540523838314568721</id><published>2007-11-26T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:15.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey kitty kitty kitty!</title><content type='html'>im so fortunate to be surrounded by oh so pretty creatures. in case u haven't heard,i recently got myself a mix bread &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norweigan Forest/Flat Face Persian&lt;/span&gt; kitten. yes,that breed do exist. so dun u start wonder why my face has a flat face. haha!  its nice having a new member in my family. Ive realized it makes everyone in the family more happy and stress-free cos its too cute lah. just looking at it can cheer u up.  we had trouble deciding on what to call it. it started with "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;misha&lt;/span&gt;". i wanted that name as its original owner had mane cats starting with the letter "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;". followed by &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;mickey&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;minnie&lt;/span&gt;. soon we stick with "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;" cos thats the usual nickname that we call her when we were still uncertain. but soon after,it became "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;furby&lt;/span&gt;" cos it reminded many of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;furby&lt;/span&gt;" or the so called show "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;gremlin&lt;/span&gt;". hahaha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qoQHLbe9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0IexRPAKaKA/s1600-h/f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qoQHLbe9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0IexRPAKaKA/s320/f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137103319727832018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qoJ3Lbe8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/VASbRU2jOvY/s1600-h/f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qoJ3Lbe8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/VASbRU2jOvY/s320/f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137103212353649602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qoDXLbe7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/qscsFs5_Avc/s1600-h/f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qoDXLbe7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/qscsFs5_Avc/s320/f3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137103100684499890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qnrXLbe6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qzsrN7WUGCc/s1600-h/f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qnrXLbe6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qzsrN7WUGCc/s320/f4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137102688367639458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;played badminton with the in-laws for awhile. wanted to feed "sister snowy"(e usual cat at the void deck). soon after,we were lucky to meet her newborn. its so adorable lah. they were freaking tiny and delicate. there were 2 white one(a mirror image of its mom) and 1 greyish brown. gosh,if only i could bring them home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE CATS lah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qmG3Lbe5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/sqb2sezR84k/s1600-h/c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qmG3Lbe5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/sqb2sezR84k/s320/c4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137100961790786450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qlmnLbe4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/xM5Z8BcJn6w/s1600-h/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qlmnLbe4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/xM5Z8BcJn6w/s320/c3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137100407740005250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qlSnLbe3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/YvbdJoEOJss/s1600-h/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qlSnLbe3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/YvbdJoEOJss/s320/c2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137100064142621554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qk43Lbe2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/0ayB_gNSuRs/s1600-h/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qk43Lbe2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/0ayB_gNSuRs/s320/c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137099621760990050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: happy 32 months to boyfie. love u! love u! love u!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-5540523838314568721?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5540523838314568721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=5540523838314568721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5540523838314568721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5540523838314568721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-kitty-kitty-kitty.html' title='hey kitty kitty kitty!'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/R0qoQHLbe9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0IexRPAKaKA/s72-c/f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-6903632813411599747</id><published>2007-11-24T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T05:45:51.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is just a random entry. a friend forward me those usual chain horoscope crap via email. read his and my horoscope and sum how it does matches la. im august 29(virgo). so here's what mine says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIRGO - The Perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dominant in relationships. Conservative. Always wants the last word. Argumentative. Worries. Very smart. Dislikes noise and chaos. Eager. Hardworking. Loyal. Beautiful. Easy to talk to. Hard to please. Harsh. Practical and very fussy. Often shy. Pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sorda agree about me being a perfectionist. i have my weird ways of perfection tho. (eg, arranging sweets in mama shop.) Dominant? well, let my man be the judge lah huh. always wanting the last word..that definitely is me. ego u see. very smart? hahahhaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue on to reading my man's horoscope. his birthday is on 8th nov. that makes him a scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCORPIO - The Intense One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Very energetic. Intelligent. Can be jealous and/or possessive. Hardworking. Great kisser. Can become obsessive or secretive. Holds grudges. Attractive. Determined. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Romantic . Can be self-centered at times. Passionate and Emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of it im agree. except "talkative". i dun think he's chatty lah. even to me, he speaks when needed and not like those continuous grandfather story.&lt;br /&gt;so im just gonna post other signs just for the fun of it lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIBRA - The Harmonizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Can't make up their mind. Have own unique appeal. Creative, energetic, and very social. Hates to be alone. Peaceful, generous. Very loving and beautiful. Flirtatious. Give in too easily. Procrastinators. Very gullible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARIES - TheDaredevil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Energetic. Adventurous and spontaneous. Confident and enthusiastic. Fun. Loves a challenge. EXTREMELY impatient. Sometimes selfish. Short fuse. (easily angered.) Lively, passionate, and sharp wit. Outgoing. Lose interest quickly - easily bored. Egotistical. Courageous and assertive. Tends to be physical and athletic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AQUARIUS - The Sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Optimistic and honest. Sweet personality. Very independent. Inventive and intelligent. Friendly and loyal. Can seem unemotional. Can be a bit rebellious. Very stubborn, but original and unique. Attractive on the inside and out. Eccentric personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEMINI - The Chatterbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Smart and witty. Outgoing, very chatty. Lively, energetic. Adaptable but needs to express themselves. Argumentative and outspoken. Likes change. Versatile. Busy, sometimes nervous and tense. Gossips. May seem superficial or inconsistent, But is only changeable. Beautiful physically and mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEO - The Boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Very organized. Need order in their lives - like being in control. Like boundaries. Tend to take over everything. Bossy. Like to help others. Social and outgoing. Extroverted. Generous, warm-hearted.. Sensitive. Creative energy. Full of themselves. Loving. D oing the right thing is important to Leos. Attractive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCER - The Protector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Moody, emotional. May be shy.. Very loving and caring. Pretty/handsome. Excellent partners for life. Protective. Inventive and imaginative. Cautious. Touchy-feely kind of person.... Needs love from others. Easily hurt, but sympathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PISCES - The Dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Generous, kind, and thoughtful. Very creative and imaginative. May become secretive and vague. Sensitive. Don't like details. Dreamy and unrealistic. Sympathetic and loving. Kind. Unselfish. Good kisser. Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAPRICORN - The Go-Getter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Patient and wise. Practical and rigid. Ambitious. Tends to be good-looking. Humorous and funny. Can be a bit shy and reserved. Often pessimists. Capricorns tend to act before they think and can be unfriendl y at times. Hold grudges. Like competition. Get what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAURUS - The Enduring One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Charming but aggressive. Can come off as boring, but they are not. Hard workers. Warm-hearted. Strong, has endurance. Solid beings who are stable and secure in their ways. Not looking for shortcuts. Take pride in their beauty. Patient and reliable. Make great friends and give good advice. Loving and kind. Loves hard - passionate. Express themselves emotionally. Prone to ferocious temper-tantrums. Determined. Indulge themselves often. Very generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Happy-Go-Lucky One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Good-natured optimist. Doesn't want to grow up (Peter Pan Syndrome). Indulges self. Boastful. Likes luxuries and gambling. Social and outgoing. Doesn't like responsibilities. Often fantasizes. Impatient. Fun to be around. Having lots of friends. Flirtatious. Doesn't like rules. Sometimes hypocritical. Dislikes being confined - tight spaces or even tight clothes. Doesn't like being doubted. Beautiful inside and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-6903632813411599747?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6903632813411599747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=6903632813411599747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6903632813411599747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6903632813411599747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/11/horoscope.html' title='horoscope'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-2381722137962682708</id><published>2007-11-19T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:29:26.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alicia keys</title><content type='html'>me like alicia keys very very nice.&lt;br /&gt;i love this performance by her. reggae flavoured some more. in addition, Chaka Demus was also there to fit in my fave song of all time, Murder She Wrote. which is also the url to my blog. hehehe. at least now u guys know where my url come about. oh yah,and its so adorable looking at her dancing along with the dancers when she's not the type to dance lah..haha. muachksh to alicia!! due to you tube always removing the performance,i tink i'll just put the audio here instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Zn0vf2Lqu0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Zn0vf2Lqu0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-2381722137962682708?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2381722137962682708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=2381722137962682708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/2381722137962682708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/2381722137962682708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/11/alicia-keys_19.html' title='alicia keys'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-3418421161224024269</id><published>2007-11-16T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:15.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>i know i havent been a diligent blogger. but heck. its too tiring and troublesome to update lah. so the only thing to update for now is that i had a great time eating at RAMEN TEN with baby a few days back. i think that's my forth trip there already. its frustrating to not know what you have ordered since there is only pics for u to just guess whether that's the one u wanted. ok,hope u get what i mean though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rpXLbe1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EaD85_3Y-b0/s1600-h/12112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rpXLbe1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EaD85_3Y-b0/s320/12112007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133658983589706578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i so love the interior design lah. the colours are so my fave lahhh! hehe. red oh red! its pretty. the chandelier was so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rkXLbe0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/hAgJjWkqY4w/s1600-h/12112007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rkXLbe0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/hAgJjWkqY4w/s320/12112007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133658897690360642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rhHLbezI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vGYIJcPBMIg/s1600-h/12112007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rhHLbezI/AAAAAAAAAXY/vGYIJcPBMIg/s320/12112007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133658841855785778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rbnLbeyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fxkn-oHr0wc/s1600-h/12112007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rbnLbeyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fxkn-oHr0wc/s320/12112007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133658747366505250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rXHLbexI/AAAAAAAAAXI/bovx7_denWM/s1600-h/12112007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rXHLbexI/AAAAAAAAAXI/bovx7_denWM/s320/12112007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133658670057093906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i cant remember what i bought though but mine was the blue one. his was the green one which is KIWI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rSnLbewI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9OzIiuf5OVk/s1600-h/12112007%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rSnLbewI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9OzIiuf5OVk/s320/12112007%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133658592747682562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his. its so nice especially the soup. kept taking his food than eating what i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rIXLbevI/AAAAAAAAAW4/oi-pCLI3BQk/s1600-h/12112007%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rIXLbevI/AAAAAAAAAW4/oi-pCLI3BQk/s320/12112007%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133658416654023410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mine which wasnt as nice as i expected it to be. sobb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-3418421161224024269?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/3418421161224024269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=3418421161224024269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/3418421161224024269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/3418421161224024269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rz5rpXLbe1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EaD85_3Y-b0/s72-c/12112007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-896093255817453414</id><published>2007-11-07T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:19:28.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outcast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><title type='text'>different.</title><content type='html'>ive always believed that i'm born to do something great. in fact,i still strongly believe in that. i know i can do whatever i want. my way. im happy to see the change in my parents. I've realized a changed in their mindset. they always have set targets for me and in hope i will reach it. too bad my friend,i never want to do things what they want me to do. finally, dad seems supportive in me wanting to join &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beauty school&lt;/span&gt;. now he seems quite confused why i chose to work first before moving towards my dreams. yes,dad has already initiated that he is willing to pay for my fees. but no! i wish to work to pay for my own. i know myself too well that i may not do things how i'm suppose to do unless its my own hard earn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate things better only if its my own. interviews after interviews. all of which i manage to get the job. but haha. i turn all of them due to many reasons. be it the pay,the nature of the job or the off days im given. still waiting and hoping to get this particular job tho. i'm confident I'll get it. a simple slack job which can earn me the cash that i'll need. boyfriend has been really supportive in my jobhunt. sending me here and there just for interview sake. i admit,he's the perfect boyfriend. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't been doing much beneficial stuff this whole month. but hey,i just finished school. and this definitely is the time for me to relax. i love life now. having the ability to sleep till dawn. watch tv like there's no tomorrow. etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. im excited for my future. baby insisted that i focus on my dream in being a beauty consultant someday. he knows its a good career. furthermore,im not the type to sit around in the office doing junk work which i'll definitely not enjoy. so practical stuff would be ideal for me especially if the interest is already in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY MR SHUKOR!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time u read this,ur family and i would have saboed u. yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-896093255817453414?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/896093255817453414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=896093255817453414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/896093255817453414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/896093255817453414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/11/different.html' title='different.'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-1153579267072407976</id><published>2007-10-23T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:06:40.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parking</title><content type='html'>bro introduced me to this clip. love pam oei for her malay slang lah. such a waste that i judged them through their image tat i din bother watching it then. but its ok,im still happy that i got a sneek peek at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTTlk601I6E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTTlk601I6E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-1153579267072407976?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1153579267072407976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=1153579267072407976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/1153579267072407976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/1153579267072407976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/10/parking.html' title='parking'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-4871243973519970258</id><published>2007-10-16T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:04:52.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rights'/><title type='text'>rights</title><content type='html'>i remember having a discussion with my parents in the car. it started out by talking about one's fate in marriage etc. then it grew into both men and women's rights. we discuss about the issue of some men behaving like a king towards their wife. even simple things such as taking off their shoe is impossible. instead,they would ask their wife to do it. such men just makes me puke lah. i truly believe in equality. its not that i would never sacrifice a few things for my husband(in the future). but if both of us have our own career,i expect things to be about the same. i don't mind making him drinks when he just got back from work,or even massage his back. but hell no to letting me do all the house work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pampering and making me a slave is two different things. i know i will respect my husband as it is compulsory to do that.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;even religion-wise&lt;/span&gt;. but not to an extend where i have to always treat him like a king. ive thought about it and i think i will want him to fold the clothes. haha! i just hate folding clothes so i will hope my man will help me in doing it instead. other chores can be done by me. haha. from cleaning the house,cooking to taking care of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got an uncle who expects the wife to always serve him. that really disgust me. from taking the remote control himself,to taking off his shoes to expecting a drink once he got back from work. where is the equality here? my goodness,men can be too egoistic sometimes. if both are working,that means both are tired. so give her a break lah. gosh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-4871243973519970258?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4871243973519970258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=4871243973519970258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4871243973519970258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4871243973519970258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/10/rights.html' title='rights'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-821790017786592967</id><published>2007-10-16T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:16.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop art</title><content type='html'>im truly addicted to pop art. i love editing pics. and its so fun learning new ways to modify one's pics. if only i could make it my job. I LOVE PHOTOSHOP!&lt;br /&gt;gotten this very useful tutorial out of the net and its so awesome. as usual,i do hope one day i would have the time to fully complete it. too bad,i hate sitting in front of the comp for too long hours. ok..nuf said. i'll just show what im talking about. by the way,its not my work. its all stolen from the net. im keen to do a pic of my own someday though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RxWMq4cTeYI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8y-Q3gsmDcU/s1600-h/matthew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RxWMq4cTeYI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8y-Q3gsmDcU/s400/matthew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122154819537303938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RxWM1YcTeZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/f5BVQJF7jA0/s1600-h/anna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RxWM1YcTeZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/f5BVQJF7jA0/s400/anna2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122154999925930386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-821790017786592967?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/821790017786592967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=821790017786592967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/821790017786592967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/821790017786592967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/10/pop-art_16.html' title='pop art'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RxWMq4cTeYI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8y-Q3gsmDcU/s72-c/matthew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-3084741661339005557</id><published>2007-10-15T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:14:31.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>entp??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(239, 195, 195);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENTP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9d7d7"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/entp.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Visionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.&lt;br /&gt;You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.&lt;br /&gt;You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you see everything as a grand adventure. You enjoy taking risks for love.&lt;br /&gt;And if things don't work out, you're usually not too much worse for the wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great entrepreneur, marketing executive, or actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you need a lot of freedom to pursue your own path and vision.              &lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Analytical, creative, and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Detached, wishy-washy, and superficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-3084741661339005557?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/3084741661339005557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=3084741661339005557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/3084741661339005557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/3084741661339005557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/10/entp.html' title='entp??'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-5270505097286057854</id><published>2007-10-14T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:16.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>humour me</title><content type='html'>ok i was out for raya on saturday. at my aunt's place,i saw a pic in a frame. it sure made me laugh. the pic was a picture of my aunt with my cousin on her wedding day. but the frame was unsuitable. it wrote "Don't give up on yourself". haha.. so the wedding is something negative is it?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RxMDzIcTeWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/j4ygd8VFRbY/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RxMDzIcTeWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/j4ygd8VFRbY/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121441378224798050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-5270505097286057854?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5270505097286057854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=5270505097286057854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5270505097286057854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5270505097286057854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/10/humour-me.html' title='humour me'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RxMDzIcTeWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/j4ygd8VFRbY/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-4915340515397524525</id><published>2007-10-13T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:47:12.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ambitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;there's nothing more turn on than a man with full of ambitions and dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;thats why im so in love with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;his capability in succeeding in doing whatever he sets his mind into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;the determination in his face just makes me feel his perfect for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;the ever strong willed man is something that i need my man to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;thankfully ive managed to look for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;the way he always dream big, and never fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;sometimes i wonder if he is a human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;cos he rarely makes mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;from never being late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;to always pampering me with all of my needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;my man decides to study again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;im so supporting him in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;even if it means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;separation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;,i know its beneficial for both our future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;we've reached a point where eternity is ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;and sacrificing part of our satisfaction is okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;as long as it brings greater pleasure in the long run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;love love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-4915340515397524525?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4915340515397524525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=4915340515397524525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4915340515397524525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4915340515397524525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/10/ambitions.html' title='ambitions'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-3954852596972318118</id><published>2007-10-10T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:37:10.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scars</title><content type='html'>as i was about to bath,i look at myself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;scars so many&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately,it stays forever&lt;br /&gt;all because of his work.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish,i aint related to you&lt;br /&gt;i wonder to myself,will i even cry when ure gone?&lt;br /&gt;im certain i will not&lt;br /&gt;cos all that uve brought upon me is pain and more pain&lt;br /&gt;the only image i have of u is misery&lt;br /&gt;yes,ure mr misery&lt;br /&gt;never have i felt happy near you.&lt;br /&gt;if only........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-3954852596972318118?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/3954852596972318118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=3954852596972318118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/3954852596972318118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/3954852596972318118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/10/scars.html' title='scars'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-6993726975965412143</id><published>2007-10-10T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:51:47.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh brother!</title><content type='html'>His bro hit and punch me. Yet all he could say was "ignore him lah" and "just lay down elsewhere"? So much for being there for me. This just sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-6993726975965412143?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6993726975965412143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=6993726975965412143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6993726975965412143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6993726975965412143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-brother.html' title='oh brother!'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-4652507199758949660</id><published>2007-10-02T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:51:59.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.21cineplex.com/images/film/film16561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.21cineplex.com/images/film/film16561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just watched Love is Cinta through youTube. im such a cheapo. and i know. haha! been so curious why they are advertising so much on this show. everywhere i go,i kept bumping into their poster. so just thought why not just see whats good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole plot is too dumb. truthfully,i think Indonesians cant come up with good shows. that is especially true for horror stories by them. but somehow for this particular show,i cried. yes. im sucha sucka for mushy love stories. somehow being in love made me understand the pain when some situation do happen. of course i din cry like some pathetic loser lah. just the silent harmful tears. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im off to browse for handphones. i can start recontract my plan ready. yeay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-4652507199758949660?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4652507199758949660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=4652507199758949660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4652507199758949660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4652507199758949660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-is-cinta.html' title='Love Is Cinta'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-5920769975381210204</id><published>2007-09-30T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:16.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vexel part 2</title><content type='html'>so today i tried doin vexel again. as usual,i gave up half way cos it was too tedious lah. haha. im so far away from my goal. but its hard to truly give up doing it especially i havent done a single complete piece. insyallah..i'll try again. haha. here's my pathetic piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rv9s7ocTeQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/P1PYV0CrANc/s1600-h/b4after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rv9s7ocTeQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/P1PYV0CrANc/s400/b4after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115927473440389378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the real deal which i know i'll never achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rv9uOIcTeRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bfHAtvKuHWk/s1600-h/19683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rv9uOIcTeRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bfHAtvKuHWk/s400/19683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115928890779597074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-5920769975381210204?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rv9s7ocTeQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/P1PYV0CrANc/s72-c/b4after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-1190538964929438023</id><published>2007-09-28T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:16.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vexels</title><content type='html'>so today i tried doing vexels again. hhahaha. if only i was hardworking in productive things. too bad. i cant study but im better at practical hands on crap. oh yah..i was too lazy to finish it up. so i gave up half way. how usual of me huh! do click on the pics to see a clear large pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the original pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rv3SyYcTePI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jxlp6WPFSXY/s1600-h/120420071089-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rv3SyYcTePI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jxlp6WPFSXY/s400/120420071089-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115476514759211250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that ive done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rv3SI4cTeOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3n6Sq0PCoGk/s1600-h/vexels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rv3SI4cTeOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3n6Sq0PCoGk/s400/vexels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115475801794640098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a real vexel by the professional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vexels.net/images/vexels/19504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.vexels.net/images/vexels/19504.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. im so far away from my goal. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-1190538964929438023?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1190538964929438023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=1190538964929438023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/1190538964929438023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/1190538964929438023'/><link rel='alternate' 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eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momma always treats her like her baby&lt;br /&gt;buy this for her.&lt;br /&gt;give her that.&lt;br /&gt;what about me?&lt;br /&gt;am i old news?&lt;br /&gt;why is she being pampered but i haf to be treated differently?&lt;br /&gt;me too wants the same treatment!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-4253419146106632118?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4253419146106632118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=4253419146106632118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4253419146106632118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4253419146106632118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-shitty.html' title='so shitty'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-5487270007914962278</id><published>2007-09-18T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:14:20.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good things should only happen to good people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thats right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; i know i have been doing good but i dun get it why that assholes always seems to get his way. tis simply spoils my mood for the day. that spoil son of a gun should go to hell for all his sins. i hate him. and there's no where else for me to let out my feelings. so dun get mad at me for posting this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately,ive been feeling all emotional due to the monthly trauma that we women get. yup,menses! all the hormones change and the ever sensitive me. but wait! i did thought tis through,i din let my emotions get the worst of me. but i know,i have the right to feel this way for all the things he did to me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;wait wait!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;let me get this clear, i aint mad at my man. thats one thing for sure. what an irony from the mushy entry previously. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok back to these spoilt son of a gun.&lt;/span&gt; he gets every freaking things that he wants. he hits whoever god damn person that he hates. and if he dun get what he wants,he just shows a fucked up attitude and again,his wishes will be fulfilled. urghh! where the hell did fairness went? i swear if that kid was my son,i sure will give him a good old beating cos that's way over my limit. i seriously dun get why they always fulfill his wishes yet blame him for behaving that way. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;reflect people!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u give in to him all the time,how the hell does he knows his limit when u all give in to whatever he desire. there's no boundary for him,as u let him do whatever he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right!&lt;/span&gt; continue doing all his demands. i guarantee u,in time to come,u'll be a slave for him. thats one thing for sure. for now,ure simply a fool to him. one that he cant make use of.i may be an outsider,but from where ive come from...i know what these simple priviledges he already gets,can harm a child. to be honest,my mom has taught me so much. yes, she may have made a lot of mistakes. but i certainly agree that her style is the most beneficial for any child.&lt;br /&gt;she do not pampers me,she train me up to be independent and be easily adaptable to difficult situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap,its my mummy alright. i may argue with her ways at times,but to know ive grown so much from all of this,im proud.im so proud to say im a strong independent child who do knows  my boundary.  i respect my elders eventhough i may sound mean at times. but for one thing,i  realise i tend to say things out of anger. gosh! for now i really hope something could be done with that spoilt brat. i dun wanna reach a point in time where i just be gone from there all because of him. and u guys should stop saying "he's just a kid". so does that mean its okay for him to act &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;like an asshole? till his 50s than u guys wanna train him issit? dun ever spoil ur child as its only  putting more burden to u urself.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-5487270007914962278?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5487270007914962278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=5487270007914962278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5487270007914962278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5487270007914962278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/09/urgh.html' title='urgh'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-793036025989898858</id><published>2007-09-17T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:02:11.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>its late but im still online using baby's lappy. im exhausted but somehow my eyes refuse to rest. not yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already the fasting month and this to me just sucks. i feel like im so far away from baby despite him being with me almost 24hours a day. maybe im being paranoid here. but heck,im longing for his touch. the way he kisses me suddenly when im asleep,the way he hold me tight when we're sleeping or when we kiss ever so passionately when the lift door closes. not being to do most of these things just makes it all weird. its like having him but not being able to enjoy him as it is. and this itself is making me a lil grumpy as the days goes by. arghh! how pathetic huh?!  i miss my baby and i miss our usual moments. the fasting month is sure a tough month for me. no vulgarities,no fast foods in the afternoon or even no afternoon snacking with baby. all this has been a part of my life and it sure is hell trying to not do all of these.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is,i love my babyboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i love how he smile at me everytime  we meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i love how he kisses my hand when its time to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i love how he looks annoyed every time im late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i love his patience in dealing me as i know im tough to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i love how he tries to comply my every demand when deep down,his stressing about money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i love how he force himself to massage my back when he himself is in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;in short,i love how he sacrifice so much for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU,SHUKOR NOORDIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;went to school for econs paper today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was monday and crap,the additional school song.&lt;br /&gt;stand still as the command was given&lt;br /&gt;my mind was back in wonderland when &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt;, there was this strong disgusting smell&lt;br /&gt;it couldnt have been me cos i swear i took a bath every time.&lt;br /&gt;furthermore,i wore deodorant and 2sprays of perfume.&lt;br /&gt;so i must be smelling perfectly fine?&lt;br /&gt;my nose began investigating despite knowing that it was a torture.&lt;br /&gt;sure enough,it was from this fat ugly chinese guy.&lt;br /&gt;he was bringing in the poison&lt;br /&gt;fark it lah. what a thing to begin my week with.urghH!&lt;br /&gt;he smell like he didnt took a bath for almost a month&lt;br /&gt;i almost vomited as a stood beside him&lt;br /&gt;in fact,i felt like telling him off&lt;br /&gt;does he realise his sucha nuisance with that odour? gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after paper,ayu called. this is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ayu: u having menses ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me: yah,y huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ayu: aiyah,thought of going swimming with u. its my off day today leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me: huh? today? i got plans with him leh. his off day liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ayu: i noe its his off day lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me: eh? how u noe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ayu:cos i his scandal wat?!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me: fuck u lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ayu:nolah,i call him lah since u never pick up my calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ayu:so going anot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me : sorry ar girl,cannot make it lah. sory yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ayu: alaa,everytime i busy,u all look for me. but when i free,u all busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me: sory lah. next time k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ayu: kla klah...bye ar bye arr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me: oh..oklor. bubbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ayu: ur head lah. then bastard? i upset here,never comfort me one ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me: oh i have to huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ayu: yalah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats how it goes. ended up spending time with baby. sory girl, next time k sayang. nanti aku blanja kau bubble tea lah k. aahahha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-793036025989898858?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/793036025989898858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=793036025989898858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/793036025989898858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/793036025989898858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/09/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-2500421225185935383</id><published>2007-08-31T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:17.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skydining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs of the sea'/><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>Yup,my birthday has already passed. As much as i usually get excited for my birthday,this year it doesnt bring much happiness for me. Not that i hate what my loved ones had done for me,but just the number. Yeah,im old and just turned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;. I'm no longer a teenager and that means learning to act and think more maturely. Gone were the days when i use to have the "number 1" in the first digit of my age. Just the feeling seems different this year. I use to think i can act whatever way I want especially in front of my man, just because I'm still so young. I still thinks im like a baby caterpillar which still got so much to learn. And my man,the butterfly. looking down at me and just shaking his head. haha! crap if u dun get what i mean. but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my blog will always begin about my man. haha! thats always the case, DUH! just because he's the one I'm so close with. in fact,i know i'll be pathetic without him by my side. haha! a lonely loser? ok,back to my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie celebrated my special day with me. as always. my 3rd birthday with him so far. damn! we're so long together huh? ok, didnt planned what to do specifically. but all that i said to him was i want my birthday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing all things new. NEW EXPERIENCES! &lt;/span&gt;so there we were cracking our heads a few weeks before the special day. came up with so many activities. but so much things to do and so little time. so we eliminated the impossible and here's the the activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) Ice Skating&lt;br /&gt;2) Cable Car (its been ages for me,so that counts as a new experience)&lt;br /&gt;3) Songs of The Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did the first thing on our list. I went home straight after school and rush to get ready for whats planned. Baby asked me to dress up but i find it impossible especially when we wanted to go ice skating. so i ended up dressed in a simple dress and jeans. hee. had a blast trying to balance and learning to brake. there were a few annoying nabei ahbeng and ahlians there though. there we were trying to not fall and be a fool, but there they were weaving in and out in an amazing speed. i felt like taking out a stick and hit their bloody heads. spoiling my mood actually. took pics but it has yet to be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next,baby bought my Missy Donut. So we chilled outside jurong entertainment to fill up my empty stomach. bought Prata HotDog too. my fave! hee.  then headed for vivo. walked awhile before dearie dragged me to harbour front. then walked to the cable car station. he din tell me much. i kept asking where we were going to eat. but he just asked me to wait. so we boarded the cable car. alighted to this stop which they tooked my order. i tot we were going to eat there,but hell no! den they asked us to alight the cable car again. this time,it had a table. haha! so i know by then it was Sky Dining. my man is sweet isnt he? well,im not asking. its so obvious what the answer is right? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had chicken whereas he had fish. he was envious of my chicken as it was nicer than his fish. hee. too bad! my birthday. so im the princess here. chatted on the whole journey and snaped pics of us. great. thank god i wasnt afraid of heights. its was an amazing experience. only he give me the best. cant wait to marry him ynoe. so after dinner,we made out. damn,it was the loveliest experience ever. eventhough it was a surprise for me,it felt good for him too as he didnt tried skydining before too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched songs of the sea. it was another wonderful experience. the amazing fireworks,waterworks and so on. it was brilliant. headed home soon after and slept till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure enjoyed myself. only he knows how to pamper me. haha! no one can ever top that right? i love u,shukor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtgeL2IgpVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DH5yM2mpbqI/s1600-h/cable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtgeL2IgpVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DH5yM2mpbqI/s400/cable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104863366483060050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtzY62IgpYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/dZk9IIfXKnY/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtzY62IgpYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/dZk9IIfXKnY/s400/boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106194583006520706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtzX5mIgpXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RUTWh4CpbGU/s1600-h/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtzX5mIgpXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RUTWh4CpbGU/s400/main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106193462020056434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtzXPmIgpWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6ClA2tM8Y2Y/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtzXPmIgpWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6ClA2tM8Y2Y/s400/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106192740465550690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-2500421225185935383?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2500421225185935383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=2500421225185935383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/2500421225185935383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/2500421225185935383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtgeL2IgpVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DH5yM2mpbqI/s72-c/cable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-4235045054068037995</id><published>2007-08-28T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:19.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming</title><content type='html'>skipped school for two days. guess what i did?? swimming with my girls. hee. swam in the evening,hence,i had no worries of being totally tan. hehe! due to some complications,we gotten a chance to swim only after 6pm. but its cool. regretted not borrowing baby's camera though. so i only had 1 pathetic unclear pic of miss ainnie putting cup covers on her boobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQoaWIgpJI/AAAAAAAAATI/yCOT-ccExIE/s1600-h/270820073836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQoaWIgpJI/AAAAAAAAATI/yCOT-ccExIE/s320/270820073836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103748710800598162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got tonnes of overdue pics which i dun wanna delete completely,but i dun wanna take up much space on my memory card. so here they are.. wooots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rockclimbing Sessions. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQrt2IgpOI/AAAAAAAAATw/2sC37am3zIY/s1600-h/070820073708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQrt2IgpOI/AAAAAAAAATw/2sC37am3zIY/s320/070820073708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103752344342930658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQrjWIgpNI/AAAAAAAAATo/56bXTeK86q4/s1600-h/070820073707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQrjWIgpNI/AAAAAAAAATo/56bXTeK86q4/s320/070820073707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103752163954304210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQrbWIgpMI/AAAAAAAAATg/9NDrQr4kZ28/s1600-h/070820073705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQrbWIgpMI/AAAAAAAAATg/9NDrQr4kZ28/s320/070820073705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103752026515350722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) me being a mother? haha! NOT YET!&lt;br /&gt;i love tis picture cos its adorable seeing Azita looking up at me instead of smiling for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQq_WIgpLI/AAAAAAAAATY/i1Kud9RytA0/s1600-h/060820073694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQq_WIgpLI/AAAAAAAAATY/i1Kud9RytA0/s320/060820073694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103751545479013554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQt8mIgpSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iRWwR_5bCQQ/s1600-h/060820073695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQt8mIgpSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/iRWwR_5bCQQ/s320/060820073695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103754796769256738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Salli acting silly as usual in the school library with a ciggie on his mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQq12IgpKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/F0D5rIcApPk/s1600-h/230820073751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQq12IgpKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/F0D5rIcApPk/s320/230820073751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103751382270256290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A visit to the old folks home to meet my grandaunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQtbGIgpRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Kt60Mkw4F6s/s1600-h/250820073785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQtbGIgpRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Kt60Mkw4F6s/s320/250820073785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103754221243639058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQsr2IgpPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DJ72LUUIdAU/s1600-h/250820073794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQsr2IgpPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DJ72LUUIdAU/s320/250820073794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103753409494820082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Fiza's hand drawn by me. her mole gave me an inspiration to draw an ugly pic of Phua Chu Kang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQvKmIgpTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/B0CqxMAwYPs/s1600-h/150820073745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQvKmIgpTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/B0CqxMAwYPs/s320/150820073745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103756136799053106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-4235045054068037995?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4235045054068037995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=4235045054068037995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4235045054068037995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4235045054068037995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/08/swimming.html' title='swimming'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RtQoaWIgpJI/AAAAAAAAATI/yCOT-ccExIE/s72-c/270820073836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-8059342864496159432</id><published>2007-08-13T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:18:52.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mondays</title><content type='html'>there's just something about mondays that i simply hated. maybe its the part of having to stand an additional 3mins more just to sing the lame School Song or just having to rush to iron my school uniform. since dearie was busy with work today,i forced myself outta bed just to be in school after a few weeks of skipping mondays. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start the day by not going to management lesson due to the fact that i din bother doing homework. was excited that ms tee asked us to go to the library and do self study. even some who did do it,just lie saying they din complete it. one thing abt her lesson that seems to be sooo dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had econs after which mrs lau just ask us to do mcq qns. i love it lah. after a while,she said A5(my class) din need to go for consultation unless if we still want to lah. consultation is 4period and thats roughly around 3hrs i tink. who would wanna go la if given a choice rite? its too long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pitied a fren. he/she brought our fave snacks to share it with me but only to be taken away by some shameless people who eat till they forgotten to leave some for us. what an asshole! i so hate this kinda people lah. if u want,at least limit urself by taking only a small portion and not leave some which is smaller the amount they have already taken. it belongs to someone else's and that means the owner deserve to eat the major portion. that is sucha a basic respect lah. its sad that their mum din thought them manners. well,my mum din taught me that actually,but come'on..only a fool would nt cum up with such rules themselves.the owner was disheartened but just remained calm. he/she said to me that they already saw and asked for the food,to reject their request will mean as if he's/she's stingy.  poor him/her.so my only advice was to prepare a different serving. one to lose..the other fully for own usage. hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-8059342864496159432?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8059342864496159432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=8059342864496159432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8059342864496159432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8059342864496159432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/08/mondays.html' title='mondays'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-2346675762692197924</id><published>2007-08-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:23.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>west coast park</title><content type='html'>ok. who's the moron who told me that West Coast Park has completed its renovation?&lt;br /&gt;well,whoever you are,its still in process despite around 2years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast with sweetie at Clementi today. I was craving for some laksa. So this time,i planned the date. Had laksa 'Chinese style'. baby was out of idea what to get so ended up,he just bought the same thing as me. The laksa was great. It was perfect for me ever since the Banquet at Jurong Point has lowered its standard which managed to make me stop patronising it ever since. booooyaaaa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed west coast park straight after. din mind the weather which was scorching hot. been wanting to visit west coast park ever since i heard news that it has completed  renovating. so today we stopped by, only to disappoint ourself after realising the news was all false. Crap. @#$%^&amp;! the wall barrier has already been let down though. so at least there was some improvement after all.  snap some pics with baby's camera. had fun actually. loving his camera so much. goodbye my thoughts in buying a new handphone. his camera is superb lar. so here's pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rr02Clgo-MI/AAAAAAAAARY/vg8IkwPWL7g/s1600-h/P8110002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rr02Clgo-MI/AAAAAAAAARY/vg8IkwPWL7g/s320/P8110002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097289771309922498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rr06GFgo-YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-5FTW5xWxZI/s1600-h/P8110003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rr05ulgo-WI/AAAAAAAAASo/5Si9jPmPdZY/s320/P8110005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097293825759050082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rr05clgo-VI/AAAAAAAAASg/y3uMKEiAn5Y/s1600-h/P8110006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rr05clgo-VI/AAAAAAAAASg/y3uMKEiAn5Y/s320/P8110006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097293516521404754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rr05Llgo-UI/AAAAAAAAASY/xnpLHbTfmqo/s1600-h/P8110007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/08/west-coast-park.html' title='west coast park'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rr02Clgo-MI/AAAAAAAAARY/vg8IkwPWL7g/s72-c/P8110002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-4332075984128003912</id><published>2007-08-03T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:29:50.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheering up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIGbhPLZmjY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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thought it would be more fun doing lame vids than blog itself due to the fact that blogging takes more hand muscles. hehee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-4527695683661426604?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4527695683661426604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=4527695683661426604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4527695683661426604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4527695683661426604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/08/vlog.html' title='vlog'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-8784754426775153605</id><published>2007-07-21T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:35:13.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may u die soon dad</title><content type='html'>ive so had it with my dad. i noe the title may seemed terribly cruel and i may go to hell for that. but heck! im so pissed with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,my mum was admitted to the hospital due to loss of blood. being any normal daughter,my bro and i send her to KK hospital. suppose to meet dad there. so we took the cab from home. when we reached,i called dad to ask where he is. ok,if u din noe..n70 has this lousy software problem. so if i rarely call out,the next tym i call..the person in the other line will have a hard time hearing me. so that's wat i face. as usual,i wud just hang up and call them up again. but unfortunately,my dad was pissed when i did that cos he thought i was playing. when he meet me,there he was screening the clothes that i put on. mind you,i was wearing a simple shirt with 3/4 skirt. which to me wasnt even baring. but my dad was being a fucker to nag at me in the middle of the hospital just cause he saw my belly being a lil seen. what the fuck?! that's so minor. i hate him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro advised him to shut up and continue with all that some other time since mum is sick and he dun wanna stress her up. but there my dad was aiming me and trying to find any mistakes of mine. i got so frustrated,i just walk off. called up baby to pick me up. seriously,i hate how his temper is. its so messed up lah. being mad at me just cause i hang up on him. he even call me a slut. motherfucker shit!!baby rushed from work to rescue me from the annoying freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today,he was being an asshole again. mumbling crap and vulgars outta his stupid mouth. critisicing me and all. i remembered bro telling me to ignore whatever. so i followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazirah however create a prob that leads me and dad to talk. she was suppose to go for religious class. but somehow she claims that the teacher is absent. therefore class is canceled. kinda silly excuse from where i see it. in the first place,how she get that info when her handphone is missing. and i swear i din hear anyone call our home to inform her of such happenings. so i immediately thought she was lying but i just kept quiet and observe the situation. as i watched my sis inform my dad of 'wats going on'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad find it hard to believe either. he couldnt understand why the teacher would not get a relief teacher even if she was unable to come. there he was mumbling about him having to pay the school fees. so he wanted to go to the school to complain. but somehow,fazirah went missing when he was about to leave. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strange eyy?? &lt;/span&gt;dad always send fazirah to school with his bike. but today,she went off on her on?? so dad went to the school. all curious what happen to fazirah. he called me up asking if fazirah was at home. i said nope. by then,i already noe she actually wanted to skip class lah. dad told me that the teacher wasnt absent afterall. hmm..how not surprising ey??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad came home soon after. din talk to him at first. but suddenly he talk to me as normal. my guts immediately told me that he needs my help. thats y. guess what it was? he wanted me to help him carry something. wat an asshole rite? call me a bitch one time..and be all nice as if nothing happen just to ask for a favour. fucker!! when we talk,he told me that fazirah did came soon after.taking public i suppose. haha. spoil plan den end up having to go class in the end. wat a loser. serve her right lah...another stupid bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-8784754426775153605?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8784754426775153605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=8784754426775153605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8784754426775153605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8784754426775153605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/07/may-u-die-soon-dad.html' title='may u die soon dad'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-6137461857145899581</id><published>2007-07-20T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:11:38.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcdonald'/><title type='text'>im 20 soon</title><content type='html'>i cant wait for my birthday. im all excited despite it being so long way to go. ive already initiated to darling that i wanna ride the cable car and catch "songs of the sea" since my friend is performing. i wanna noe wats the big hoohaa is about. hee. so yup. den baby said he actually plan all that but ive spoiled the surprise. oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ive been so busy with school and normal life that i barely have time blogging. just nothing major has been happening in my life. so i dun see any point in blogging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when my readers still refuse to tag me when they've read my blog&lt;/span&gt;. hmmm.. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going out almost everyday despite prelims nearing oh-so-fast. truthfully,im so afraid. i wish i could pull up my socks for once and just sit down n study. but i just dun have that spirit lah. when i reach home,i'll just throw my school bag away and chill till the day after when i'll come looking for my bag. hee. it has always been a routine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap! someone give me a slap quick! even baby has been buggin me to study. he's amazed at the fact that i can still remain calm even when my exams are coming. i dunno. i think its a gift. even my siblings cant do that. haha! thats why im stuck in EM2,normal acad and now in Millennia when my siblings are in EM1,express and so on... im born unique i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun snapping pics with sweetie yesterday. since there was no school,baby and me spent our morning at Bukit Batok McDonald and snapping pics with his lappy. we giggled so much that my tummy began to hurt. looking at all the pics at one glance,baby had the idea of creating animations with it. so yup,headed his place and i was the one doing it. no complains about it since i enjoy doing crappy stuff like tat. haha! so here it is. already uploaded in my frenster account too. hope my frends wun tink that im sucha retard tho. especially with my horrid ugly expressions. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6137461857145899581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-20-soon.html' title='im 20 soon'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-3734523136672580587</id><published>2007-07-12T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:50:10.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy my horrible singing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRt-0tWXefo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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to read thru but just couldnt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mission failed! &lt;/span&gt;even a simple thorough brief of the notes was unsuccessful. haha. headed for school feeling oh-so-shitty. but tried to encourage myself. called shaiful up only to realise he din wanna sit for the paper. hahaha. what a lazy-ass. but at least he took mc unlike me. haha! i skipped maths without any god damn reason. oopS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orait,economics paper ended at 3.20pm. met up with sweetie straight after. waited him outside school as usual. planned to go johor that day cos i miss walking around singapore lah. hee. headed home first cos i need to get change. wrote the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white form &lt;/span&gt;at my estate's carpark. hee. how cute! after that,headed to marsiling to park his bike. well,if u still dunno,we dun wanna risk losing his bike at JB. cos my dad learnt a painful lesson alrite. i cant believe this malaysians are so fucked up. stealing one's vehicle especially bikes.they carry them using huge lorries like nobody's business. i cant believe the state's police just do nothing about it. sucha corrupted place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays,instead of going to our usual City Square,baby decided to go Larkin. i was okay with it cos ive been longing to have Dunkin Donuts. yup,got the 6per box for RM10. then as we walked around,nothing interest us lor. so headed home. hahaha... it wasnt a wasted trip. it somehow was fun. felt like we were spending our time in a sauna. the reason was Baby kept sweating the whole time. poor him huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boarded 170 with the intention to walk around city square before we proceeded home. but when we reached,my mind became fickle again. so just headed for the customs. bought some otak-otak and banana fritters.oh yah,the custom inspected my bag. luckily no ciggies etc. so yah! but when she saw my Dunkin Donuts,she was like "ahhh.Dunkin Donuts. Must go larkin lah...haiya". she ended her sentence and din even give any signal that i could go. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed his bike and off we went to his place. his parents were all in his room watching Dvd and eating dinner.  as we watched the DVD together,ate the food we brought back. kinda sucky after realising Singapore food is always and forever be nicer than Malaysians. no offense but i guess my tongue is so season with our local food.  stayed there till the movie ended. it was nice lah. baby constantly with me. he even helped me to massage my foot without me telling him to. he is sweet rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby,hope things will work out better for us. i love u and ive always been. thanks so much for everything. thanks for sacrificing for me. miss u baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-2200463307027496370?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2200463307027496370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=2200463307027496370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/2200463307027496370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/2200463307027496370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/06/johor.html' title='johor'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-4742768848741897163</id><published>2007-06-21T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:08:38.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>pardon me for not updating. part of me thinks im so old for this.&lt;br /&gt;part of me even thought of deleting my frenster account cos it serves no purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,so my holidays have been good. most of the time,ive been spending with baby.&lt;br /&gt;its either shopping,bowling,pool,movies or just lazing around to watch dvds.&lt;br /&gt;im so in a slackin mode when exams is on monday. thats like 3days away.&lt;br /&gt;must i assure u guys that i really din touch my notes?&lt;br /&gt;i cant even remember where my notes are.&lt;br /&gt;love holidays and wastin time away. if i could choose a lifestyle,this would be it.&lt;br /&gt;eat,sleep,njoy and e cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pics cos im lazy to upload. maybe when i have the time kays.&lt;br /&gt;gonna TRY studying for now.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-4742768848741897163?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4742768848741897163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=4742768848741897163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4742768848741897163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4742768848741897163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/06/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-7256875287726767965</id><published>2007-06-06T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:27.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuh'/><title type='text'>long overdue</title><content type='html'>i know this entry may seemed long overdue. but hey! at least im  putting my effort afterall in jotting down wats been goin on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,baby has gone for his holidays and in fact came back. thats like a week ago. He had his holiday at our neighboring country,malaysia. to be specific,Redang. if u dunno,redang is a place  for people who enjoys the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u noe,if he's overseas,i shall be the babysitter of his cute lil kitty,SNOWY. as usual,she ran like mad when she reached my place. afraid i assume. she hid under my bed and refuse to come out and play. the only time she did appear is when i call her out for food. adorable i must say. the first night with her was scary since she was not comfortable yet and oblivious to her surroundings. on the second day,she was all lovey with me. i realise she loves nice smelling people. so everytime i pop outta the shower,she would be sniffing me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;orite...here's pics of snowy. scroll on cos ive blogged about other happenings too yah&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmayKTZLrJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/kCNXz3FM_V4/s1600-h/280520072348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmayKTZLrJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/kCNXz3FM_V4/s320/280520072348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072937920353774738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she enjoys sitting at my window and just observe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmaxyjZLrII/AAAAAAAAARI/vhEdL3RDhXo/s1600-h/280520072404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmaxyjZLrII/AAAAAAAAARI/vhEdL3RDhXo/s320/280520072404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072937512331881602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she enjoys sleeping on my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmaxmDZLrHI/AAAAAAAAARA/chizGP6xYhY/s1600-h/310520072579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmaxmDZLrHI/AAAAAAAAARA/chizGP6xYhY/s320/310520072579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072937297583516786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it took me half an hour to finally realise she's hiding on my curtains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmaxZTZLrFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PSojJa2Prpo/s1600-h/030620072612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmaxZTZLrFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PSojJa2Prpo/s320/030620072612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072937078540184658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the hug that she got after their owners came back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after baby have came home. he planned to revamp his room again.the paintjob in his room was all girlish and dull pink? yucks huh! so both men(baby and shukri) decided on a bold colour this time. that is black with white. it was a nice combination lah. im saying this obviously because its my fave colour. hee.. check out the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rmaw4zZLrEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/5KdXaQHGtaw/s1600-h/010620072597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rmaw4zZLrEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/5KdXaQHGtaw/s320/010620072597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072936520194436162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brothers at work. baby on the left. his brother on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmawczZLrCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/dVCdO7U73Ew/s1600-h/010620072600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmawczZLrCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/dVCdO7U73Ew/s320/010620072600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072936039158098978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after paint is over n done with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmawZDZLrBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uahdQ2kqggE/s1600-h/020620072601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmawZDZLrBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uahdQ2kqggE/s320/020620072601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072935974733589522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmawDjZLrAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WvHLgPj7xgk/s1600-h/040620072627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmawDjZLrAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WvHLgPj7xgk/s320/040620072627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072935605366402050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the final look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok for the last happening so far. shano met with a terrible bike accident. more like a hit and run case. went to NUH earlier today after meeting baby. met umi and ainnie near KOPITIAM. ainnie wanted to surprise ayu so she din inform ayu that she was coming. before going up,umi bought a balloon for shano. yup,just to cheer him up. not the usual "Get well soon" kind. but we bought a hilarious one which states "It's A Boy!" ahhaa..we were laughing our ass off when we got it. to cut shot,here's pics again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavyTZLq_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/S0LXj8CR7N0/s1600-h/060620072637-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavyTZLq_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/S0LXj8CR7N0/s320/060620072637-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072935309013658610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a random pic of ainnie on the bus. edited on the spot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavkjZLq-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/egzVK8zpeLE/s1600-h/DSC00747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavkjZLq-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/egzVK8zpeLE/s320/DSC00747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072935072790457314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavdjZLq9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/ED9RZFTiTGQ/s1600-h/060620072634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavdjZLq9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/ED9RZFTiTGQ/s320/060620072634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072934952531373010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the amusing balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavZzZLq8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/K7DjDtO6uK0/s1600-h/060620072635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavZzZLq8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/K7DjDtO6uK0/s320/060620072635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072934888106863554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavPTZLq7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YHHfbwCrGdE/s1600-h/060620072636+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavPTZLq7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YHHfbwCrGdE/s320/060620072636+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072934707718237106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the giant cast on his left leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavGDZLq6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/1b5JWFn3GlY/s1600-h/DSC00750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmavGDZLq6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/1b5JWFn3GlY/s320/DSC00750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072934548804447138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmauDzZLq5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XywkvhSvmUg/s1600-h/DSC00750+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmauDzZLq5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XywkvhSvmUg/s320/DSC00750+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072933410638113682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;edited pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-7256875287726767965?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/7256875287726767965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=7256875287726767965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/7256875287726767965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/7256875287726767965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-overdue.html' title='long overdue'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RmayKTZLrJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/kCNXz3FM_V4/s72-c/280520072348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-649440174923416693</id><published>2007-05-25T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:27.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This month,baby have spent a bomb on me. Me being a compulsive shopper, I'd go nuts if I don't get what i need. My baby has been so generous to continuously supply me everything just to make me happy. I know i sound so mean here. But i promise I'll pay him back once I'm flooded with money someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things he bought for me in the month of May:&lt;br /&gt;1)  white skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;2)  bob marley tee&lt;br /&gt;3)  jelly pumps&lt;br /&gt;4)  Ipanema sandals&lt;br /&gt;5)  Everlast skimmer&lt;br /&gt;6)  Escada Sunset Heat perfume&lt;br /&gt;7)  Eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;8)  5pairs of socks&lt;br /&gt;9)  Contact Lens&lt;br /&gt;10)A few pairs or ear studs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see,I'm extremely high-maintenance huh. Damn! this month especially,i cant help  myself but to shop and shop. i was never like this lah. before being with him,i was a simple chic who have simple needs. but now? gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My havaianas slippers was getting all yellowish and uncomfortable to wear,so ive set my eyes for these ipanema sandals. somehow,i love the design lah. pretty and simple. was confuse which design to get. i like the white one,but due to overwhelming demand,it was sold out before The Great Singapore Sale lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get a pair of new skimmer since my old one was old spoiled and unsuitable to be worn lah. hahaha. hardcore disaster. It was tough finding a descent one that was cheap enough. so finally got the Everlast Skimmer. There were many colours. Since my fave colour has always been Red,black or white. i chose red instead. They din sell black. And white was like a simple school shoe. So yup,wore it with joy yesterday!! hahaha.. i like. thanks boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white pumps. I saw it at Queensway priced at 15bucks. Leney help my classmates buy these jelly pumps at 10bucks,online. told dear about it. he asked why i din buy. haha. obviously cos i dun have the cash. so he asked me to try it on. i did and he like it on my feet. so immediately he bought it for me. sweet aint he? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume! my Frank Olivier perfume has ended its life. So baby and me was planning to get a new perfume. In fact,it was suppose to be an anniversary gift. this 26th is our 26mths together ynoe(today). hee. darling and me like fruity/floral smell. thank god we liked the same kinda scent. i like DKNY green apple. but since leney already got that before,haha...i din wana buy the same thing rite? so decided to settle for Escada Sunset Heat. Darling however prefered DKNY green apple i guess. so we din got the same brand afterall. but its still good.weee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im overjoyed. darling has been so sweet this few months. he pampers me like im his princess. hee.&lt;br /&gt;love you boo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RleobNnJyUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D_iT2Zokbmg/s1600-h/ipanema2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RleobNnJyUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D_iT2Zokbmg/s320/ipanema2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068705091092597058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which one should i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RleomtnJyVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WPOvHS5Hn_c/s1600-h/260520072241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RleomtnJyVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WPOvHS5Hn_c/s320/260520072241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068705288661092690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3pairs of shoes/sandals this month. for the ipanema sandals, I got the gold with the design above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RleosdnJyWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LcwATQIvYZ0/s1600-h/250520072213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RleosdnJyWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LcwATQIvYZ0/s320/250520072213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068705387445340514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our so called Couple Perfume for our anniversary. Not really couple lah since it aint the same brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-649440174923416693?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/649440174923416693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=649440174923416693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/649440174923416693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/649440174923416693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/05/shopaholic.html' title='shopaholic'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RleobNnJyUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D_iT2Zokbmg/s72-c/ipanema2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-6632490066894280060</id><published>2007-05-25T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:27.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy anniversary hunz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RlezL9nJyZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vtzRI_HOYrM/s1600-h/hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RlezL9nJyZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vtzRI_HOYrM/s400/hh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068716923727497618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These past 26months that we've been together, you're more than just a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't truly explain how you've shaped my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having you by my side has not only brightened up my dull life and sweetened my dreams,but you have given me something that no other man could; you have given me hope for a much brighter future because of your love,warmth and the never ending encouraging words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe i can be whatever i wanna be if i put my heart into. You slap me back to reality to think much more than i ever want,to shape our future. Be it for career sake or our castle of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look at you,i see my future. The one that I'm ever more willing to spend the rest of my life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You provide me strength when I'm at my lowest. A light when I'm at my darkest.  And you're always there whenever i need you and that's why i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the one i wanna share my life with till i grow old and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguments may seem like the end is here,but it actually makes us grew much more closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew when you nag,you care for me. A whole lot. The advices you provide me is not only for us,but to benefit me as a person. Without a doubt,you're the nicest person I'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry your heart wherever i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow,this love seems too perfect to be real. A fairytale i must say.&lt;br /&gt;My fairytale is YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you my Superman...&lt;br /&gt;Happy 26months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-6632490066894280060?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6632490066894280060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=6632490066894280060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6632490066894280060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6632490066894280060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-anniversary-hunz.html' title='happy anniversary hunz'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RlezL9nJyZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vtzRI_HOYrM/s72-c/hh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-5594450576911208001</id><published>2007-05-20T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T06:53:02.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>im freakishly bored lately. nowadays,every time i sit in front of the comp,i'll go to this particular website. since bro refuse to download Photoshop,i manage to get some lame as website to entertain myself&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out my work! haha...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.blingee.com/images10/content/output/2007/5/20/148961657_76015115.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://image.blingee.com/images10/content/output/2007/5/20/148961657_76015115.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.blingee.com/images10/content/output/2007/5/20/148435527_c2c95dc5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://image.blingee.com/images10/content/output/2007/5/20/148435527_c2c95dc5.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.blingee.com/images10/content/output/2007/5/19/147439323_c1b812f3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://image.blingee.com/images10/content/output/2007/5/19/147439323_c1b812f3.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.blingee.com/images10/content/output/2007/5/19/147398163_684157bf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://image.blingee.com/images10/content/output/2007/5/19/147398163_684157bf.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-5594450576911208001?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5594450576911208001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=5594450576911208001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5594450576911208001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5594450576911208001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/05/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-5047456689394424213</id><published>2007-05-15T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T06:34:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sophia outing</title><content type='html'>met ma girls yesterday. had so much fun. we laughed till my tummy was killing me! played arcade,coffee bean in e evening. im actually lazy to type so much. pics have already been uploaded. mind the unglamness in us kays.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE U GIRLS!! do such outings again k. muackhz!! &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics are at my multiply kays. u girls noe where it is... i hope! pape tag atau msg aku aite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-5047456689394424213?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5047456689394424213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=5047456689394424213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5047456689394424213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5047456689394424213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/05/sophia-outing.html' title='sophia outing'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-8771859151718523829</id><published>2007-05-12T00:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:28.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor birdy</title><content type='html'>whats wrong with blogger these days? every time i logged in,all ready to blog..so much errors is happening. the alignment is all distorted. the worst is,it erase my entry suddenly. so i get so pissed that i din bother to blog after all. lousy!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Thursday(i think), i went home as usual. as i opened the gates of my house,i stepped on something which shocked the hell outta me. i heard flapping sounds and this black thing moving quite slowly. i looked down to examine what that was. to my amazement,its a this poor bird all injured. MUST BE THE WORK OF MY KITTY CAT! i dun get it why my cat enjoys killing it but refuse to eat it. instead,he prefers flaunting his efforts by leaving it right outside my house. CRAP!!&lt;br /&gt;dad throwed it the next morning after checking if it was finally dead onot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor bird&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RkVr_EGz4VI/AAAAAAAAANw/PP7vfDTgtMU/s1600-h/100520071643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RkVr_EGz4VI/AAAAAAAAANw/PP7vfDTgtMU/s320/100520071643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063572087226229074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my frisbee team screwed up alot in the match. infact,im so pissed with the fact that we lost TWO matches and had ONE draw. urghhh! i tot we were good. but due to some circumstances,we did terrible lah. fuck fuck fuck!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still,im happy that we were united unlike others. we had fun and thats all that counts. we even got ourselves team tattoo. it's a lizard since we cant find anything nice during the short pasar malam shopping with leney n sheri.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RkVtDUGz4YI/AAAAAAAAAOI/W9hwiRex-tU/s1600-h/banshee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RkVtDUGz4YI/AAAAAAAAAOI/W9hwiRex-tU/s320/banshee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063573259752300930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RkVs7kGz4XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1-kKzps5FAI/s1600-h/080520071633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RkVs7kGz4XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1-kKzps5FAI/s320/080520071633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063573126608314738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RkVs1kGz4WI/AAAAAAAAAN4/muBmPSaOjCE/s1600-h/080520071632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RkVs1kGz4WI/AAAAAAAAAN4/muBmPSaOjCE/s320/080520071632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063573023529099618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-8771859151718523829?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8771859151718523829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=8771859151718523829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8771859151718523829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8771859151718523829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/05/poor-birdy.html' title='poor birdy'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RkVr_EGz4VI/AAAAAAAAANw/PP7vfDTgtMU/s72-c/100520071643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-8624901210778941016</id><published>2007-05-06T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:28.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>healthy living weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;o5 may 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday,baby had to work morning shift. which means he ends work at 3pm. so before that,we already plan to do some joggin cos its been ages since we last jogged. so sweet of baby as he says he enjoys jogging with me since he's happy with my company. yeay!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he fetched me at my estate around 3.20pm. after that,headed straight to his place as he had to change. shoes? check! towel? check! hehehe. after getting ready,out we went. kissed his mum hands and we're out in the sun again.headed for &lt;b&gt;Carrefour&lt;/b&gt; cos darling wanted to buy his jogging attire. he already had it lah,but he always want a proper one. so yup. got a set for himself. HOT i must say. haha!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached EAST COAST.changed at the carpark. haha! tat includes me. i already wore my top underneath my shirt. so it was quite easy being superman. managed to cover quite a distance. ran from fitness corner till bedok jetty. and back again to fitness corner. im proud tat i still got the stamina. im not tryna brag here. but damn,i wasnt tired lah. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept early but my legs wasnt hurting at all. yeay! thanks boo!! here's pics for the jogging session thought!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby tying his shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5ZpEGz4TI/AAAAAAAAANg/wImuZCwgFN0/s1600-h/tieSHOE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5ZpEGz4TI/AAAAAAAAANg/wImuZCwgFN0/s320/tieSHOE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061581593222832434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5ZfEGz4SI/AAAAAAAAANY/XFcCsN9tMS0/s1600-h/050520071608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5ZfEGz4SI/AAAAAAAAANY/XFcCsN9tMS0/s320/050520071608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061581421424140578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5Yu0Gz4QI/AAAAAAAAANI/2gENamiu6O4/s1600-h/hmm...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5Yu0Gz4QI/AAAAAAAAANI/2gENamiu6O4/s320/hmm...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061580592495452418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5Yc0Gz4PI/AAAAAAAAANA/DF4T0Q4N5JI/s1600-h/hotATHLETE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5Yc0Gz4PI/AAAAAAAAANA/DF4T0Q4N5JI/s320/hotATHLETE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061580283257807090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o6 may 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having to jog the day before. i was still enthusiastic for more healthy living crap. haha! so asked darling if he wanted to play badminton since its been a while. but soon after,i got this urge to go swimming. darling agreed. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met him as usual near my estate at 3.20pm again. had a lil tiff though. but its ok after a while. headed to tekka cos i had the craving for &lt;em&gt;masala thosai&lt;/em&gt; the day before. so baby was sweet as usual and went there to satisfy my craving. *hugz* its nice as it always have been. part of me still wanna eat another piece lah. hee.bought some for his family. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,we headed to his place to put the food and darling hafta change. left the house a few minutes after. when we reached Jurong Swimming Pool,i bumped into Sara in the ladies. kinda surprise to see her. she acknowledge me while i was all oblivious to my surrounding. she told me she saw my fren. i was like.."hmm..Who?". only to find out it was Ayu. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called up ayu and ainnie,but couldnt get an answer. so just put my bags in the locker and proceeded to the pool. the weather was quite scorching hot lah. played around. din get a chance to play in the Wave pool tho. me and baby chilled at the jacuzzi. after a few minutes,saw my frens. there i was being my usual barbaric self,shouting at the top of my lungs to call them out. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were shocked to see me i guess. ayu kept saying how she got this feeling that i might be here as well. &lt;em&gt;yelah tu...&lt;/em&gt;haha! so the jacuzzi became all rowdy with people like us. ayu,ainie,ashraf,fiqa,haikal and fie's fren(which i have no idea wat her name is!) heee. dunno why but we were all shouting when we could talk in our normal tones. hee. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after around an hour,something happen. i tink one of them were playing,and splashed water right at Sara's family which was sitting near the &lt;em&gt;lazy river&lt;/em&gt;. since ayu and sara are practically hardcore enemies,her mum was all big-eyed towards us. hmmm. exchange of some words and hand signals. kinda sad ayu got the blame when she wasnt the one who did it.that made ayu all fired up of course.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sara's dad was standing near the pool to watched us i guess. my frens were like..'wateva lah'hmm...damn,things got dirty when i din want it to. ainnie was pissed as well. haha!! she was nagging "it would be rude arguing with her parents since they are elderly afterall but sara...."&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok...i peace!! so here's pics lah k. tired lah type long long&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5YRkGz4OI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8SNOxH1Xh8M/s1600-h/060520071614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5YRkGz4OI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8SNOxH1Xh8M/s320/060520071614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061580089984278754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5YJUGz4NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ktitoTG7UTQ/s1600-h/060520071615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5YJUGz4NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ktitoTG7UTQ/s320/060520071615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061579948250357970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5YCUGz4MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3sgzJCkOrlM/s1600-h/060520071616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5YCUGz4MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3sgzJCkOrlM/s320/060520071616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061579827991273666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainnie and haikel eating&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5X6UGz4LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/U_Y7CVuXjKU/s1600-h/060520071618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5X6UGz4LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/U_Y7CVuXjKU/s320/060520071618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061579690552320178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5XzEGz4KI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8at4m92IBwE/s1600-h/060520071619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5XzEGz4KI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8at4m92IBwE/s320/060520071619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061579565998268578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby lazy to entertain me actually. haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5XiEGz4II/AAAAAAAAAMI/jeyf0X6ZBq0/s1600-h/060520071620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5XiEGz4II/AAAAAAAAAMI/jeyf0X6ZBq0/s320/060520071620.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061579273940492418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part which is still under renovation&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5XTUGz4HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/pfCq-OSBqh8/s1600-h/060520071621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5XTUGz4HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/pfCq-OSBqh8/s320/060520071621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061579020537421938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5XN0Gz4GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3xPGwYrBzfo/s1600-h/060520071623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5XN0Gz4GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3xPGwYrBzfo/s320/060520071623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061578926048141410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-8624901210778941016?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8624901210778941016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=8624901210778941016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8624901210778941016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8624901210778941016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/05/healthy-living-weekend.html' title='healthy living weekend'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rj5ZpEGz4TI/AAAAAAAAANg/wImuZCwgFN0/s72-c/tieSHOE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-8396108522903567768</id><published>2007-05-02T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:31.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect date</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;b&gt;Labour Day.&lt;/b&gt;Being my usual delinquent self,i was outta the house when everyone in e family was still pouring their sweet saliva on their beds.By 1030am,i had already sneaked out to meet Ayu at her place. The weather was great. Bright cheery sun but not too heaty that could melt my happy soul. I was all geared up to enjoy the public holiday. All thanks to whoever that came up with such a holiday&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap! i was jotting my entry when i accidentally lost 2 paragraph. fuck it. sory. im lazy to repeat.in short. i watched ayu's vcd. great but hadta shorten it since time was lacking. ate 2 huge servings of food at aini's place.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just ended work and we already planned what to do early tat day.i love it when he's in charge. i love it when he make the choices sometimes. so yup,he planned to catch Spider-Man 3. thankfully for our 'planning ahead game',we manage to get tickets for the ever so high in demand show. his efforts did paid off. despite getting only the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; cinemas,its still better than nothing. its great! people,its a must watch movie&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that,we headed to &lt;b&gt;Vivo&lt;/b&gt; to have our dinner. the amount of people in that huge shopping mall was tremendous. there we were weaving in and out just to walk thru. its like walking at geylang during the month of ramadhan. anyways,baby have promised to treat me &lt;b&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/b&gt;. so yup,we ate there. &lt;br /&gt;giggles and laughter filled our atmosphere. we were overjoyed by the whole experience. the madness,the chuckles and the list goes on. its awesome. its been long since we went out on a formal kinda date. this was definitely a blast.. i love him&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still at ayu's place&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh_kEGz4FI/AAAAAAAAALw/asrEdo4kHHw/s1600-h/010520071514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh_kEGz4FI/AAAAAAAAALw/asrEdo4kHHw/s320/010520071514.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059934438905077842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh_LUGz4DI/AAAAAAAAALg/1RQj3dF8aJo/s1600-h/010520071505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh_LUGz4DI/AAAAAAAAALg/1RQj3dF8aJo/s320/010520071505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059934013703315506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh_VUGz4EI/AAAAAAAAALo/wLQVAGyyMSM/s1600-h/010520071537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh_VUGz4EI/AAAAAAAAALo/wLQVAGyyMSM/s320/010520071537.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059934185502007362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh-oEGz4CI/AAAAAAAAALY/Bi3sMtHp2P8/s1600-h/010520071529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh-oEGz4CI/AAAAAAAAALY/Bi3sMtHp2P8/s320/010520071529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059933408112926754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proud customers of &lt;b&gt;Secret Recipe?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh-SkGz4BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uvWQGqDGCLc/s1600-h/010520071530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh-SkGz4BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uvWQGqDGCLc/s320/010520071530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059933038745739282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh-DkGz4AI/AAAAAAAAALI/zlZnMKAGeM0/s1600-h/010520071531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh-DkGz4AI/AAAAAAAAALI/zlZnMKAGeM0/s320/010520071531.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059932781047701506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drinks.frosty lemon tea and normal distilled water for me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh8oEGz3_I/AAAAAAAAALA/vLAgOf26TF4/s1600-h/010520071533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh8oEGz3_I/AAAAAAAAALA/vLAgOf26TF4/s320/010520071533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059931209089671154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the logo. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh8ekGz3-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/BxNZPyd_HI8/s1600-h/010520071534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh8ekGz3-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/BxNZPyd_HI8/s320/010520071534.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059931045880913890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my faggoty darling. haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh8TEGz39I/AAAAAAAAAKw/kfX9qNGsWlo/s1600-h/010520071535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh8TEGz39I/AAAAAAAAAKw/kfX9qNGsWlo/s320/010520071535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059930848312418258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our main course.forgotten wat its called tho&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh8KEGz38I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9jNlJ1vSt1o/s1600-h/010520071543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh8KEGz38I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9jNlJ1vSt1o/s320/010520071543.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059930693693595586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our desert&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh7_0Gz37I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Za9HkLnfSw0/s1600-h/010520071544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh7_0Gz37I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Za9HkLnfSw0/s320/010520071544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059930517599936434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh7aEGz36I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z7WEJQUrdOY/s1600-h/010520071544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh7aEGz36I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z7WEJQUrdOY/s320/010520071544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059929869059874722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh7VUGz35I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5ZHqFpfcLnM/s1600-h/010520071545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh7VUGz35I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5ZHqFpfcLnM/s320/010520071545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059929787455496082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh6h0Gz34I/AAAAAAAAAKI/WTa7h7q5bj0/s1600-h/010520071546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh6h0Gz34I/AAAAAAAAAKI/WTa7h7q5bj0/s320/010520071546.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059928902692233090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh6XUGz33I/AAAAAAAAAKA/keViWqMCPhg/s1600-h/010520071548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh6XUGz33I/AAAAAAAAAKA/keViWqMCPhg/s320/010520071548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059928722303606642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he feeding me..hee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh6JkGz32I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JNiIjGbzjKk/s1600-h/010520071549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh6JkGz32I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JNiIjGbzjKk/s320/010520071549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059928486080405346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh6FkGz31I/AAAAAAAAAJw/nudklkSXv94/s1600-h/010520071550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh6FkGz31I/AAAAAAAAAJw/nudklkSXv94/s320/010520071550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059928417360928594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-8396108522903567768?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8396108522903567768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=8396108522903567768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8396108522903567768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8396108522903567768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/05/perfect-date.html' title='perfect date'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Rjh_kEGz4FI/AAAAAAAAALw/asrEdo4kHHw/s72-c/010520071514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-8525592054239650410</id><published>2007-04-28T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:34.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lepak with him</title><content type='html'>today was actually a funny day for me.met him at around 2.30 near my estate. headed Jurong Point cos he had to settle his tour thingy and i was hungry. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carpark was full as always. manage to squeeze in tis tiny slot. walked straight to banquet where i had my laksa and he had his chicken rice. as always,im slow at finishing my meal. but after a few minutes,i did complete it okays. haha! good maya...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den walked up straight to 3rd floor to settle his tour crap. while waiting,i checked my hp. only to realise someone messaging me. guess who? its razeena. out of the blue,she says this "i love u la babe". i was like..erm ok? only to find out she was actually bored. so i became her victim. wateva lah girl..haha&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din get anything cos im so broke right now. head back to the carpark. just as we were abt to leave as usual,found out that bikes have to pay too now. crap lah. i bet many mats would be stuck there since not many mats carry a cashcard around. even if they do,it'll be low in value.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached,caught Storm The Yard(tink so tats e title). i shitted. haha! den around 6pm,baby cooked me instant noodle cos i was hungry again. hee. nice of him huh. around 7plus,we played lame shit acting/dancing. it really made us sweat but it was fun. we were wearing caps and shades, acting like some hiphop dancers crew or wateva. giggled till i was rolling around. played frisbee wit his bro etc.it was fun of cos since we were like kids.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's pics...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNGX0Gz3zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/72iIzbVtWd0/s1600-h/280420071311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNGX0Gz3zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/72iIzbVtWd0/s320/280420071311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058464181405343538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNGJ0Gz3yI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NY-XCrCnG1Y/s1600-h/280420071312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNGJ0Gz3yI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NY-XCrCnG1Y/s320/280420071312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058463940887174946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNGFkGz3xI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1kNZh12L1Sk/s1600-h/280420071315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNGFkGz3xI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1kNZh12L1Sk/s320/280420071315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058463867872730898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNF-EGz3wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/41jJyyHw2lE/s1600-h/280420071323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNF-EGz3wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/41jJyyHw2lE/s320/280420071323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058463739023712002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNF50Gz3vI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tR2d7dSBcLg/s1600-h/280420071343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNF50Gz3vI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tR2d7dSBcLg/s320/280420071343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058463666009267954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNFxUGz3uI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9ocyLcjCu9A/s1600-h/280420071355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNFxUGz3uI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9ocyLcjCu9A/s320/280420071355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058463519980379874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him and his bro playing soccer as i watched&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNFDkGz3tI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mdGGCSHDes8/s1600-h/280420071372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNFDkGz3tI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mdGGCSHDes8/s320/280420071372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058462734001364690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby and his bro playin tis lame ass burger game&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNE4UGz3sI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gdoAN4dNkrM/s1600-h/CkpKeju004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNE4UGz3sI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gdoAN4dNkrM/s320/CkpKeju004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058462540727836354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNEkUGz3rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EEGnOqjNLB4/s1600-h/CkpKeju003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNEkUGz3rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EEGnOqjNLB4/s320/CkpKeju003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058462197130452658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNEdEGz3qI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XsUsTckxvIE/s1600-h/280420071388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNEdEGz3qI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XsUsTckxvIE/s320/280420071388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058462072576401058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNDz0Gz3pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pnQE4E6e1vY/s1600-h/280420071389-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNDz0Gz3pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pnQE4E6e1vY/s320/280420071389-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058461363906797202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-8525592054239650410?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8525592054239650410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=8525592054239650410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8525592054239650410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8525592054239650410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/04/lepak-with-him.html' title='lepak with him'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjNGX0Gz3zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/72iIzbVtWd0/s72-c/280420071311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-7389481739943170401</id><published>2007-04-27T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:34.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>ive been so packed with schoolwork. i hate tis. things like this makes me so wana raise the white flag. oops! darling has been supportive to continously ask me to give it my best but i hate all tat conversation lah. i noe wat is best for me..but bringing myself to do it is the biggest struggle yet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been quite a lazy day for me. baby send me off to school but not before treating me breakfast at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lestari&lt;/span&gt;. had my usual hot milo and 4piece of kaya toast. sweet~ saw the usual orange kittens. damn,they're so adorable and difficult to touch. it took me a while to finally gain their trust. haiz...i wish my current is as cute as this one.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first period was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;. had awesome time playing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ultimate Frisbee&lt;/span&gt;. haha. its hilarious how its called. but thats wat they actually called it.sheri and leney were discussing how lame its actually called. the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ultimate&lt;/span&gt; makes it all scary and fierce. but when u arrive at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt;,one we'll be like.. "erm..ok?".&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our team(&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Banshee&lt;/span&gt;) played against Spartans as part of our so called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;. it was brilliant of course since we defeated them by 4-2. they are huge and tall. being tiny us..we were all happy to know we were better than them. weee!! next week is our match. hope we'll defeat them again. i pray...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjPUBUGz30I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BJgck6J_yYM/s1600-h/Frisbee_AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjPUBUGz30I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BJgck6J_yYM/s320/Frisbee_AC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058619925509431106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-7389481739943170401?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/7389481739943170401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=7389481739943170401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/7389481739943170401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/7389481739943170401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday.html' title='friday'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RjPUBUGz30I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BJgck6J_yYM/s72-c/Frisbee_AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-1845672818284080011</id><published>2007-04-23T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:05:41.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/106/1/3/I_hate_my_home_by_embrasse_moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/106/1/3/I_hate_my_home_by_embrasse_moi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fed up with family. the usual screams and violence just never fade. as i get older,i find myself so weak to this situations. i cried even when i din get any beating. why is it called home when i dun feel good being in it? i badly wanna move out when i can. i pray hard. i pray so hard to finally be free from all this. darling is superb in being there for me. whenever im at my lowest,he never fail to pick me up. thanks sunshine!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun own a family that pampers me with beautiful things. i noe where we stand. we dun have all the money in the world. the least that i could ask for is a pleasant harmonious one. i hate the excessive violence and the usage of vulgar words. i envy many. i hope i do marry dearie. it feels nice being in a home when it's the most peaceful compared to elsewhere.thats y i njoy chillin at his place. he's so lucky. when he became single,he still had someone. but me? all i have is frens. but most of the time,im so lonely..haiz...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,talking about another issue. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is nice but she somehow manage to piss me off. she sits beside me during econs lesson. she never fails to bring sweets to class. thats e up side of it. haha! but other den dat,she stinks. hee. am i rude? i duno. i started sitting beside her when i was all sick. din realise it until im all well. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time,i was asking Mrs Lau to explain to me again,instead of lettin me listen,she interupted by trying to explain to me as well. now how am i suppose to understand when she does that? who am i suppose to listen? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times,she talks just too much. i dun really understand wat she's babbling lah but really a nuisance..oops!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still lovely by the way..haha!! peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-1845672818284080011?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1845672818284080011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=1845672818284080011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/1845672818284080011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/1845672818284080011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/04/econs-mate.html' title='hate'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-1512946050066305783</id><published>2007-04-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:38.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clementi town carnival</title><content type='html'>i went to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clementi Town Secondary Annual Carnival&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.i expected it to be dull but it did turn out alrite afterall. Saiful invited many but only few could turn up. The ones who actually came were Me,Saiful,KwanSiang,Mac and Roszaimy. five of us came quite early. after around 1plus,then Zimah and Zirah came.too late lah by den. i already finished all my coupons by then. the place was soo stuffy and humid. i kept wasting my money(well,sponsored by dear actually) on ice cream and drinks. i tink drink business are sure to earn the most in tis kinda place. despite buying alota drinks,i kept taking my fren's drinks cos i was so thirsty. its a blast lah cos i barely go out with them,but when i did..i dun feel such an outcast. thanks guys!!here's pics&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeless child&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqsoFVUYvI/AAAAAAAAAII/kvO01l1VPls/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqsoFVUYvI/AAAAAAAAAII/kvO01l1VPls/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056043336303141618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drug trafficking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqsRVVUYuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J_PGgkrWocQ/s1600-h/DSC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqsRVVUYuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J_PGgkrWocQ/s320/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056042945461117666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mac,ks,ros ful being proud of their class4A1&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riqrz1VUYtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZnqXjrZKSfw/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riqrz1VUYtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZnqXjrZKSfw/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056042438654976722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at school hall&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqrjFVUYsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vXC0jqMqcoY/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqrjFVUYsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vXC0jqMqcoY/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056042150892167874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e skul looking like a pasar malam&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqreFVUYrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u8qJ7k1BNN8/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqreFVUYrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u8qJ7k1BNN8/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056042064992821938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;snow ice queen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqoWlVUYqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CVSspup17xs/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqoWlVUYqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CVSspup17xs/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056038637608919714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the students wit our mly tchr,mr murad&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqoMlVUYpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l5MLmBkgixk/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqoMlVUYpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l5MLmBkgixk/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056038465810227858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canteen&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riqn9FVUYoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/od5LSpLgS-c/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riqn9FVUYoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/od5LSpLgS-c/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056038199522255490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riqn4lVUYnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/glMCyrb1dcY/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riqn4lVUYnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/glMCyrb1dcY/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056038122212844146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling,i let u see e guy who use to like me kays.haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqngVVUYmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ueqTPXPaYd4/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqngVVUYmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ueqTPXPaYd4/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056037705601016418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taufik basah wit freak fan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqnS1VUYlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/t2hpjeOoDtA/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqnS1VUYlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/t2hpjeOoDtA/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056037473672782418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fir,ful,me and yati&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqnOVVUYkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wPhbTnJ3wDg/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqnOVVUYkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wPhbTnJ3wDg/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056037396363371074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeless kid again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riqm81VUYjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pGg4dWAql4U/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riqm81VUYjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pGg4dWAql4U/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056037095715660338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staircase pose&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqmwVVUYiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6Iv38ky5cZs/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqmwVVUYiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6Iv38ky5cZs/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056036880967295522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proud clementeen?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqmkVVUYhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MXXTXYbudXw/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqmkVVUYhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MXXTXYbudXw/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056036674808865298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqmZ1VUYgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lz6wUPOtV_Y/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqmZ1VUYgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lz6wUPOtV_Y/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056036494420238850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqmP1VUYfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0O4qffMURFk/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqmP1VUYfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0O4qffMURFk/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056036322621546994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd die without my Ipod&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqmD1VUYeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uITk6P1dDT8/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqmD1VUYeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uITk6P1dDT8/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056036116463116770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my seniors.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riql_lVUYdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J5nQyAQlmow/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riql_lVUYdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J5nQyAQlmow/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056036043448672722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us five again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riql7FVUYcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jnVX2GNB6DI/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riql7FVUYcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jnVX2GNB6DI/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056035966139261378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riql3lVUYbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JoQT0nuLFHA/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Riql3lVUYbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JoQT0nuLFHA/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056035906009719218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met dear straight after he end work. went &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;East Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to chill. had our lunch first. we shared a plate of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kway Teow&lt;/span&gt; and i drank 100plus while he had our fave Honeydew. chatted for quite a while. i love our conversation cos i can talk to him almost about anything. saw this cute chubby chinese girl and it made both of us very excited to have our own. haha! darling was asking me "will our child be beautiful/cute?" haha..&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than as we were about to leave,this blind man and a lady was selling tissues. i begged dear to buy it cos my weakness is i hate seeing things like this. my eyes sore just looking at them. i would try do anything for them if i was capable. but...haiz.. Anyways,darling stopped by to get himself this honey glazed chicken(i tink!). he bought 2. walked along East Coast and sat on the green grass. chit chatted again while eating chicken. its a cute date. i was reminding him all the things we did before me &amp; him became a couple.East Coast is where he asked me to be his girlfriend okays. haha!! i told him all the specific details that we did. that place is so tainted with alot of memory. thanks boo!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home around 8 tink. thank god my parents wasnt at home yet or else they'd be nagging since i was out the whole day...wee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-1512946050066305783?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/1512946050066305783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=1512946050066305783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/1512946050066305783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/1512946050066305783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/04/clementi-town-carnival.html' title='clementi town carnival'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RiqsoFVUYvI/AAAAAAAAAII/kvO01l1VPls/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-9181098372647307853</id><published>2007-04-20T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:39.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red hot date</title><content type='html'>Went out with sugar just now. He finished work at 3 whereas i ended skul at 1245. so i head home to rest. fuuh! i miss the chance to rest right after skul. its tiring when i usually hafta go home straight,rush to change and go out with him. this time,i took my time and have my lunch,followed by a short nap. it was worth it. i din complain much when i walk around with him.he picked me up new my estate.he wore red just as i predicted. he noe i was gonna wear my red dress..so he wanted to be matchng.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop was marina square. darling wanted to buy himself a bag.stopped by many shops but many were too expensive. damn,in times like this,i wish i had tonnes of cash. i wud so splurge it on him. i owe him soo much for everything he's done for me. i always hope one day,i can repay his generosity..&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as darling browse thru,gotten his eye on tis &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Puma Bag&lt;/span&gt;. but since i kept buggin him to survey more..he listened and went ahead. after walking around till both of us got thirsty,we stopped by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;McCafe&lt;/span&gt; to chill for a while. bought the usual &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Double Choc Frappe.&lt;/span&gt;he was buggin not to waste tym..so we head of to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vivo&lt;/span&gt; since we couldnt find anything much at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped by ripcurl. he still was surveyin for bags. but i fell for tis simple bag. thought i could use it for skul. i tink i behave kinda keen in it that darling offered to buy it for me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i love HIM!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.cost $16.90. baby was hoping i wud take gd care of it since its white in colour. n judging by my messy/clumsiness...i mite destroy the bag. haha!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long,we ended up buying the puma bag after all. weee!! so here i am being so tired to type more...here's pics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijCLVVUYMI/AAAAAAAAADw/2MdkNfmXxWk/s1600-h/200420071169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijCLVVUYMI/AAAAAAAAADw/2MdkNfmXxWk/s320/200420071169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055504081684291778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijCX1VUYNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9tRzC3-qT-c/s1600-h/200420071170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijCX1VUYNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9tRzC3-qT-c/s320/200420071170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055504296432656594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijCyVVUYOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KAtVwu39fQc/s1600-h/200420071171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijCyVVUYOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KAtVwu39fQc/s320/200420071171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055504751699189986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijDQ1VUYPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B9lBFi3NlBs/s1600-h/200420071172-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijDQ1VUYPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B9lBFi3NlBs/s320/200420071172-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055505275685200114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijEEFVUYQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xv6Sbadsb68/s1600-h/200420071175-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijEEFVUYQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xv6Sbadsb68/s320/200420071175-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055506156153495810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijEOVVUYRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ravr7If9Ppc/s1600-h/200420071176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijEOVVUYRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ravr7If9Ppc/s320/200420071176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055506332247154962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijEVVVUYSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HlB17how5J4/s1600-h/200420071177-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijEVVVUYSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HlB17how5J4/s320/200420071177-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055506452506239266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijEjVVUYTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WUbiSLQj1JI/s1600-h/200420071182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijEjVVUYTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WUbiSLQj1JI/s320/200420071182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055506693024407858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijE-VVUYUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rhjYtipOlOw/s1600-h/200420071185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijE-VVUYUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rhjYtipOlOw/s320/200420071185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055507156880875842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna noe..the reason i took many pics alone is cos i wanted to keep memories of my long hair. if u wanna noe,ive chopped my hair. its short. im still not sure if u guys gona like it. cos im havin doubts myself. all im happy abt is...i like its new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a preview of it..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijmiFVUYVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZUMxJ3r19NQ/s1600-h/200420071197-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijmiFVUYVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZUMxJ3r19NQ/s320/200420071197-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055544054944915794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting for my fren's comments then...haha... im terrified now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-9181098372647307853?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/9181098372647307853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=9181098372647307853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/9181098372647307853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/9181098372647307853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/04/red-hot-date.html' title='red hot date'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RijCLVVUYMI/AAAAAAAAADw/2MdkNfmXxWk/s72-c/200420071169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-5822283330347602338</id><published>2007-04-14T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:40.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing.</title><content type='html'>went out wit my bestest peeps again earlier. planned by Umi since its been ages we went out with her along. The day start of sucky lah actually cos darling couldnt find any parking slot. so we ended up parking illegally outside Galleria. Ayu's bike was right in front of his bike. Called up aini to ask where they're at. Headed Far East to see dem. Kinda frustrated lah cos majority were late. Montel was still at home when we're suppose to meet at 3 but it was already almost 5 when we called. bitch! Sheila bubbled us. like what the fuck? no decency to even call when she couldnt make it. asshole!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where they got their manners from. urghh!! Baby was upset too lah. Ayu even told us that she expect things like tis is gonna happen and the only one that she feels can be responsible enough to reach on time is just Me &amp; Dear. thats pathetic alrite. my frens are fun..but things like this just sure to piss anyone.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shikin &amp; wayne came soon after. we all had our meal at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BK&lt;/span&gt;. i was frustrated again lah cos Umi plan for us to meet,but she was the latest. grrr! she came after we all finished our meal. walked around a lil till we had no idea where to go so ended up chilled at McCafe. bought double choc frappe &amp; orea cheesecake. my fave! talked and it suddenly rain.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day actually suck lah to me but it was fine when everyone finally turn up.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RieDSVVUYHI/AAAAAAAAADI/HGG8RRV0ZB4/s1600-h/140420071112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RieDs1VUYJI/AAAAAAAAADY/f0YMXvQHpco/s320/140420071113a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055153913000648850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RieD0FVUYKI/AAAAAAAAADg/LJoDCvA3Y5w/s1600-h/140420071115a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RieD0FVUYKI/AAAAAAAAADg/LJoDCvA3Y5w/s320/140420071115a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055154037554700450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed fullerton after passin by marina so i tot y not take a pic of tis area again.bright lites. i love it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RieEBVVUYLI/AAAAAAAAADo/o0IzANz6G3o/s1600-h/140420071117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RieEBVVUYLI/AAAAAAAAADo/o0IzANz6G3o/s320/140420071117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055154265187967154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-5822283330347602338?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/5822283330347602338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=5822283330347602338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5822283330347602338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/5822283330347602338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/04/outing.html' title='outing.'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RieDSVVUYHI/AAAAAAAAADI/HGG8RRV0ZB4/s72-c/140420071112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-130733609616431975</id><published>2007-03-08T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:43.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa</title><content type='html'>had a blast again with my sugar. damn,he never fail to make my life always fun and exciting. like ive said,i dun need material things..but just the activities that he plans always make me all excited.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the date was planned cos i wanted to go take my tips at my old work place(cafe del mar). so baby thought why not have a picnic as well since we're gona go all the way there. i immediately agreed to it despite my tan skin colour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met him straight after school. got home and got myself change and ready.&lt;br /&gt;he parked his bike at vivo and we took the skytrain in.&lt;br /&gt;well,i use to follow people wen i walk around sentosa. but tis tym,i was like his tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;ehehe..so it does pays to work at sentosa. if not,i'll know nothing abt such places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached beach station and took the tram to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siloso&lt;/span&gt;. darling wanted to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanjong &lt;/span&gt;but that place is usually infested with mats. so i insisted we just go siloso.&lt;br /&gt;thank god,he din regret in listening to my decision.&lt;br /&gt;cos when we reached,the water was perfect,the weather was amazing,the crowd was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a short swim. as always,im scared of sea water. afraid of fishes,seaweeds or anything unusual. so i kept shouting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;gotten over it after realising its quite safe&lt;br /&gt;darling suddenly wanted to kayak.&lt;br /&gt;12bucks for 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;the guy who was in charge was extremely nice.&lt;br /&gt;we hafta pay 16bucks altogether includin e locker,but he ignored tat part n only made us pay 12&lt;br /&gt;so we played. darlin was doing most of the work.im his baby.&lt;br /&gt;so i should be treated like a queen rite? haha&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt dumb in kayaking though&lt;br /&gt;well,mind u...i learnt kayaking while in NPCC okays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den,snapped a few pics. always us. haha... still want a perfect pic of us lah.. grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RfAQKsPF4KI/AAAAAAAAABU/e2x_WjX5jsA/s1600-h/e07032007512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RfATvcPF4WI/AAAAAAAAAC0/njqOWiUY0F0/s320/e07032007543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039549688781857122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yups...tats about how much i can take to upload most of the pics. so i shall cheer u guys up with a funny pic of mine. presenting badak berendam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RfAT28PF4XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK_-BHpVcgg/s1600-h/07032007544e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RfAT28PF4XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AK_-BHpVcgg/s320/07032007544e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039549817630876018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make myself laugh sometimes&lt;br /&gt;anyways,after the sun,we headed back to vivo to catch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after the perfect picnic..i tot sumthing bad is abt to happen&lt;br /&gt;like it aint possible for a truly perfect day&lt;br /&gt;but no...no bad tings happen.&lt;br /&gt;the movie was brilliant. despite war(i love peace!),i still like the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got ourselve &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ben&amp;jerry&lt;/span&gt; ice cream and i got myself a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;popcorn.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he was craving for cold stuff whereas im dying to eat some corns.&lt;br /&gt;both of us were so overjoyed lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically,i love him.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to marry him man.&lt;br /&gt;he makes life all wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;weee......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1736845846993788779-130733609616431975?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/130733609616431975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=130733609616431975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/130733609616431975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/130733609616431975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/03/sentosa.html' title='sentosa'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RfAQKsPF4KI/AAAAAAAAABU/e2x_WjX5jsA/s72-c/e07032007512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-7795065748258800345</id><published>2007-03-06T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:43.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch</title><content type='html'>had a short meeting with darling earlier. PE ended early cos ive passed my NAPFA. gold ok!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to go for maths but i was really dreading it,so just went home straight.&lt;br /&gt;baby fetched me as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i was craving for some desert,but my tummy was begging me to eat a proper meal.&lt;br /&gt;ended up eating burger king. my usual mushroom swiss.&lt;br /&gt;shitted right after i finished my meal. stupid body. i wish i was fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays,so i admitted to him that i read that bitch's blog. found out she already gotten a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;good for her. at least for now,she will finally stop buggin my boyfriend alone&lt;br /&gt;baby said "everytime at work,she's on the phone. but when she notice im nearby,she behave like she's too happy. like fake sia". haha.. he make me feel good lah telling me such stories. at least,i noe..at the end of the day..i won him. yeay me!!like what she said to me,'what goes around comes around'. so yah,now u got what u deserve. still dare to tell me to take care of my man properly...look who got him in the end? loser biatch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna see her? i try to see her pretty side..but to me..nothing lah&lt;br /&gt;she's ugly inside and outside.&lt;br /&gt;baby said he's disgusted being close with her before.&lt;br /&gt;he always noticed those small moustache,ugly complexion.&lt;br /&gt;finally,he complimented me.&lt;br /&gt;he said thank god im not disgusting like tat&lt;br /&gt;hhahaha. if u wanna noe, my baby is very choosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Re1iW03FiuI/AAAAAAAAABM/l72PvmCNgP8/s1600-h/bitch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Re1iW03FiuI/AAAAAAAAABM/l72PvmCNgP8/s320/bitch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038791702383790818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's right of all the pics&lt;br /&gt;doesnt she look like a maid?&lt;br /&gt;the new boyfriend however look like a bangla rite?&lt;br /&gt;suitable ey?&lt;br /&gt;*evil me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-7795065748258800345?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/7795065748258800345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=7795065748258800345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/7795065748258800345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/7795065748258800345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/03/bitch.html' title='bitch'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/Re1iW03FiuI/AAAAAAAAABM/l72PvmCNgP8/s72-c/bitch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-6984049067454830870</id><published>2007-03-05T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T04:48:32.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up</title><content type='html'>the excessive naggings was really killing me softly. i know. ive heard it lotsa time. and what more is,i dun want anymore of it coming from u.&lt;br /&gt;especially from someone whom i barely know.&lt;br /&gt;ure no better urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could just sleep and u would not even know that. shut up!&lt;br /&gt; ure worst than my freaking mom.&lt;br /&gt;to sum it up,u're no better than whom ure dissing here. so stop it.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i may have make some mistakes in life..but im learning to get it over with change for the better,but ur "keep rubbing it in my face" attitude is sure asking for some beating lah...&lt;br /&gt;urghhh&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/1736845846993788779-6984049067454830870?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6984049067454830870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=6984049067454830870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6984049067454830870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6984049067454830870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/03/shut-up.html' title='shut up'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-6113452846052374683</id><published>2007-03-03T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:44.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ridin' dirty</title><content type='html'>had a blastful time again with my most favourite people. baby and i wanted to overnight. whereas ayu and the gang wanted to go out at night. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so met ayu,aini and shano at far east. chit chatted and was deciding where to go. darling wanted to play pool so badly. but i wanted to eat. haha! so had my dinner at Border's Burger king. mushroom swiss please! baby was very amazed at my appetite. for my size,i sure can eat. heee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our meal,ayu contacted yana for a game of pool. baby was a lil upset cos he hated her. hahah! since elfie couldnt come down town(he's using his bro's bike),we had to go bukit timah instead. the doors were locked,so we had to take another route which is this very tiring steep staircase. when we reached the first pool,we were screened. at least 6policemen. one for one of us. haha! i was complaining, "i think even goin in a club is much more easier than playing pool since we gotta screen so much". but when we went in,so many tables but all were occupied. &lt;em&gt;DAMN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to go down that exhausting stairs and headed to the other pool. it was new and all occupied. but when we were about to leave,a few people left. so took 2 tables. the rules were simple. who wins,stays and compete with the next competitor. yup,surprisingly,i won all the way. yeay me. yana was being so irritating lah. she kept talking about all e rules and regulations. come on lah..we're all here to have fun. everyone were so annoyed actually&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that,she kept giving advice to people etc. i mean, "hello!! im the one who won her. why must she be sucha show off as if she noes it all?". i played for the whole hour. 5mathces and i won 4 of them. won yana,ayu,aini and shano. but lose to baby. he was proud of me cos i kept playing it..and he tinks all the practise does help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RemUl_5DuFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/86WBCR6QWY0/s1600-h/03032007364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RemUl_5DuFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/86WBCR6QWY0/s320/03032007364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037721038717433938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RemWF_5DuHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4aQbXosNLvg/s1600-h/03032007366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RemWF_5DuHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4aQbXosNLvg/s320/03032007366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037722687984875634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RemVuP5DuGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZqEFhWUVcHA/s1600-h/03032007365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RemVuP5DuGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZqEFhWUVcHA/s320/03032007365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037722279962982498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 1 am,so had our night meal at jurong west. ate tissue choc. shared with darling. its so sweet lah. i cant take it,but then again,i was so hungry. afta that,i was sleepy so head back to sleep. we left first cos i wanted to pee so bad.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow,i enjoyed lah their company. bestfrens for life kepe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-6113452846052374683?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/6113452846052374683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=6113452846052374683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6113452846052374683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/6113452846052374683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/03/ridin-dirty.html' title='ridin&apos; dirty'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRtQwYwWOiw/RemUl_5DuFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/86WBCR6QWY0/s72-c/03032007364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-8711744883030050832</id><published>2007-03-01T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T07:24:16.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>riding</title><content type='html'>had an amazing time with my boyfriend and ayu. despite ayu being the coconut tree(cos all alone with a couple),we still made her happy. she passed her 2b. well,tats quite an accomplishment lah cos all of us planned to get bike licence,but only she made the initiative. im proud to be the first pillion. well,ive been her pillion before lah,but thats different cos she dun have a licence yet. now tat she gotten it,and got herself a bike, i was like shouting out loud when i became her pillion. the feeling is like breaking some virginity. hahaha. im the &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;. geddit?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started out by me skipping school cos my constipation was really making the worst of me.met baby and headed to &lt;strong&gt;tekka&lt;/strong&gt; to have our breakfast. me and him shared a &lt;em&gt;leaf of masala thosai&lt;/em&gt;.  before we even got a chance to finish our decent meal,ayu was buggin me to come over her place cos she was all excited to go riding and learn routes. so,baby and me made our way to bpanjang and meet her. her mum saw us. as usual,the normal nagging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed her bike to play under the block. damn lah,that bike is auto. its freaking easy to ride. even a bimbo like me din have much trouble. its truly suitable for girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeap,ayu wanted to get ainnie a helmet. so she ask my baby to lead to bike shops near queensway. din have wat we wanted,so we got the helmet at ahboy.paid 40bucks for the helmet.hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after,ayu had to leave for school. so we escorted her again from &lt;em&gt;ahBOY&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;NYP.&lt;/em&gt; i was sleeping the whole journey. so exhausted lah riding from morning till afternoon. the weater was being mean cos it has been raining from yesterday till now. wat the fuck. i was wearing raincoat the whole day. if i noe its gonna be like tat,i wud just wear my undergarments man rather den being bothered to iron my clothes. hee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby and me had our meal again at west coast. so tired lah. but i wanted to play pool so badly. so yeap,everything was my treat. i won 2games and so did he. yeay! im getting good.. hahaha. got back to bukit batok to get myself an MC. now,im all sleepy. cao cin cao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-8711744883030050832?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/8711744883030050832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=8711744883030050832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8711744883030050832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/8711744883030050832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/03/riding.html' title='riding'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-4435365796813897024</id><published>2007-02-27T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:48:10.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;im so fed up with school. Ever since i was in primary school,i have always been an outcast. its not that i had no choice,but i think im happier that way. I hate being in cliques and following whatever the leader says. You live by your own thoughts and opinions. Not be lead. Thats one of my motto in life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to try out being in cliques for the first time in Pre-U. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well,wrong move darling!&lt;/span&gt; The truth does hurt. i just find it hard to find where i belong. None suits me. Dont get me wrong here. i have friends. i even have bestfriends. its just a lil hard for me to get along well in school. I hate that whenever you're in those cliques,gossips and bad-mouthing is bound to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously,i hate all this crap. why must people gossip? i have bestbuds. and we've never gossip among ourselves. its just a basic respect. for example,a frend said to me that this chic in my class is a bitch,a liar etc. i truly hate feeling all biased. i need the prove. i need to see it myself. but it turns out,that kid is so loving. u see...jealousy! haiz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sory,but im purely a peaceful person when handling with relationships.. hee. this result me to turn to men. haha. despite how much they can be a pain in the ass,they are better bunch for just normal friends. i remembered a time in my life when all e chics in my class was against me,but i live life ever so happy cos i have great bestfrens. i dunno why. i find it so fun being frends with boys then girls. GIRLS,i hate u so much. haha!(i make myself laugh sometimes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-4435365796813897024?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/4435365796813897024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=4435365796813897024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4435365796813897024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/4435365796813897024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/02/boys-and-girls.html' title='girls'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736845846993788779.post-2018518089212302852</id><published>2007-02-27T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:09:42.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>yeay me for having a chance to get myself another blog. the old one was getting too much pests. woohoo. tis one,i hope i can truly write wateva tats on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;                                      love me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736845846993788779-2018518089212302852?l=murder-shewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/2018518089212302852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736845846993788779&amp;postID=2018518089212302852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/2018518089212302852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736845846993788779/posts/default/2018518089212302852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murder-shewrote.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>dynamitee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05201081271099958639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
