<?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-6348938565871382899</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:26:12.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my Partner in disguise,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-7203619426890946848</id><published>2009-08-03T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:20:43.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're no Good at this</title><content type='html'>Its has always been,&lt;br /&gt;A Quick, Whack, Wham and Bammm!&lt;br /&gt;Then before I can comprehend the situation, &lt;br /&gt;Its gone, And i still dont know whats going on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make really poor judgement and decisions,&lt;br /&gt;But i still go ahead with it, Oh the misery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I only go for the best and settle for nothing less,"&lt;br /&gt;"So how would you know that its the best you're looking at?"&lt;br /&gt;"Thats when the competition comes in, !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i cant be bothered to fight,&lt;br /&gt;You can have everything to yourself,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-7203619426890946848?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/7203619426890946848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=7203619426890946848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/7203619426890946848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/7203619426890946848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-no-good-at-this.html' title='You&apos;re no Good at this'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-7587788136826458157</id><published>2009-07-27T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:34:48.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Need becomes a Want,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sm1YU-h7KmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QUJSXp76_cw/s1600-h/5069_196984915033_874605033_7213088_6798910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sm1YU-h7KmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QUJSXp76_cw/s320/5069_196984915033_874605033_7213088_6798910_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363039848674044514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sm1YUpX7w7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Jt4NwrJuVwg/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sm1YUpX7w7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Jt4NwrJuVwg/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363039842994996146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sm1YUXhfouI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dwcjdlrtVpY/s1600-h/n748615962_684126_6941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sm1YUXhfouI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dwcjdlrtVpY/s320/n748615962_684126_6941.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363039838203257570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sm1YUKjQJsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5EWkeW5DLho/s1600-h/n748615962_1117945_7058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sm1YUKjQJsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5EWkeW5DLho/s320/n748615962_1117945_7058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363039834720970434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S GETTING BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how im actually preparing for tutorials and stuff like that. And i must mention, a pretty great achievement that i haven't fallen asleep in any lectures, or even contemplated of not going! I can be a closet mugger here, just study and waste me life away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin's becoming scaly  and very dry, hate it! I still thrive better in tropical climate. Its like another more month or so before winter approaches its end. But the real summer wouldnt kick in till say january! I hope you'll fly over soon and bring me some skin food and clothes which im so in need off, but more importantly, so i can see you, and take you around! That would be so fun, but the thought of september seems so far away! And worst off, near to exams and the whole lot of assignments due, so scaryy! But i'll make time, for sure. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping time is totally depleting and diminishing here, despite the oh-so-good weather to just snuggle under the blanket! Like how i can only call after 10pm because people actually need to serve the nation. Which means its like midnight already here, significantly cutting down my shutting down hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, joyce came over for a sleepover, which was fun. Our attempted to study was i would say 50% successful, and she said im a good cook! Hahah, how nice. I made spaghetti, with loads of ingredients, and garlic bread too. Which i lugged all the way back from QueenVic on a sunday! See the effort much put in there, it was worth every single bit because the food tasted fantastic. Im starting to love grocery shopping, like how to differentiate the good form the bad, seeing whats cheap and whats not. Basicaly trying to get the highest quality with the most economical value. Its funnn, !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its a waste of money and all, but yay! Im heading off to go skiing on august, so fun. But im scared of the cold. This time, ima mater the techniques and not just fall on butt! I have been very disturbed by an issue that si very insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;But, should i get the black or white iphone? The 16Gb or 32Gb. Its killing me, and stocks are out everywhere, which means a month or two of waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i miss people, lets hope school goes well for you, &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-7587788136826458157?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/7587788136826458157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=7587788136826458157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/7587788136826458157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/7587788136826458157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-need-becomes-want.html' title='When a Need becomes a Want,'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sm1YU-h7KmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QUJSXp76_cw/s72-c/5069_196984915033_874605033_7213088_6798910_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-6872245245919299445</id><published>2009-07-23T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:52:05.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing more than Strangers,</title><content type='html'>My really bad attempt to study today, went for a nap instead!&lt;br /&gt;And i washed my clothes again today, but the results weren't any better. More fur everywhere, and white cotton stuff spread to my other clothes, its a leaving nightmare! Oh the horror and trouble of laundry, damn. Im sticking to liz idea of air drying, should do the job. Considering that we don't even sweat here and im getting fairer by the days due to the very good job i do in covering myself up like a bazhang to protect myself from the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bazhang, i kind of want to eat it now! So school books are really expensive, and i just spent a fortune on it! 4 books for a total of $220, not to mention that its second hand, can you imagine all new? It'll cost me more than $400! So school has started, pretty alright, havent doe much work because this is introductory week which means going through unit outlines and stuff like that. School's really independent here, minimal spoon feeding, and largely self reading. I must admit, lecture notes here are pretty pathetic, not in detail or even informative. And the textbooks, oh my. Its so thick, so heavy, so much to go through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a school bag yet, so im lugging around files and books in my hand, and trying to squeeze everything i have into the tiny sling bag which is more suitable for shopping. My friend list is expanding here which of course i see as a totally good sign. Cooking has been improving i must say, or so i choose to believe. I cooked fried rice, with minimal ingredients because of the lack of it. Like good old xp days, oyster sauce always saves the day! Im totally hooked on binbin and wangwang here. I must ay its expensive here, but whatever. I finished 3 pckts of it in just a week. Can you imagine how quickly im piling on the weight and calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im usually not that crazy conscious of weight issues or anything, but on average, most people put on 2-7kg here?! So im like, thats a hell lot, i dont want to be looking like a snowman when i return. Exercising seems like a very good alternative, but i haven't got any track shoes. And eating out often and cheap pizzas doesn't seem to be helping. Its crazzzyyyy! I cant do situps either. the floor is carpeted, and i think loaded with cat fur and what not funny stuff, and doing it on the bed hurts the back. I need an alternative! Walking to school is my only form of extensive movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can literally feel myself growing bigger, honestly. But i comfort myself by saying its water retention or smth, but in the long term, these self-comforting sentences aint going to help much! I want to go snow boarding, everyone's going. But im scared of the cold, it must be freezing. maybe when im more well adapted, i'll go for sure next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im determined to get out of bed and head to church this sunday and later, do some grocery shopping before school starts getting anymore hectic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually, i realise i don't really want to know anymore, its better left unsaid. Only to be found out later, when things don't really matter anymore, i still love you, &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-6872245245919299445?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/6872245245919299445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=6872245245919299445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/6872245245919299445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/6872245245919299445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-more-than-strangers.html' title='Nothing more than Strangers,'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-3265356209993992946</id><published>2009-07-14T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T04:50:25.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i still love you that very much, &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxuyPsx4lI/AAAAAAAAADw/pumm8m3rPR8/s1600-h/P7130511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxuyPsx4lI/AAAAAAAAADw/pumm8m3rPR8/s320/P7130511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358279466150912594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxuxjOfZ2I/AAAAAAAAADo/19kMF_zqqHk/s1600-h/P7110505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxuxjOfZ2I/AAAAAAAAADo/19kMF_zqqHk/s320/P7110505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358279454212712290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxuxQFiUoI/AAAAAAAAADg/ctTlUEtMdWU/s1600-h/P7110507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxuxQFiUoI/AAAAAAAAADg/ctTlUEtMdWU/s320/P7110507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358279449074881154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxtryPR7II/AAAAAAAAADY/f6S19rY4Q9s/s1600-h/P7050502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxtryPR7II/AAAAAAAAADY/f6S19rY4Q9s/s320/P7050502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358278255651712130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxtrVr2O-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/eXnLf4tMHCM/s1600-h/P7060503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxtrVr2O-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/eXnLf4tMHCM/s320/P7060503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358278247986904034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only choose to upload the prettier and definitely happier side of melbourne, and the goodness of the sumptous meals, which i must admit, rarely happens! But whenever it does, it thanks to tang, and her awesome chef sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, doesnt it look lovely, plus some of the friends i made. Hah, i want the waffle pictures with ice cream! I'll go find it and let you people see soon. Im starting to get use to the fact that i have to get up early. And still not use to the dark alleys, scare the shit out of me each time, like i have to run back. Hate it when school ends late, its like taking a risk with the safety of your life boy. Killer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i alr booked my air tickets back to singapore! Yay, i know its still faraway, but at least ive got a date and a place on the plane, within the shortest quickest time possible back! So im undecided on cca here. Its like you need to pay to join! and there's so many im looking at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope winter goes away soon, and summer to come! School starts on monday, back to lectures and assignments. Here goes the boredom too! till then, i still love you that very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, im contemplating on that iphone 3gs, 17thjuly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-3265356209993992946?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/3265356209993992946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=3265356209993992946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/3265356209993992946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/3265356209993992946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='i still love you that very much, &lt;3'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SlxuyPsx4lI/AAAAAAAAADw/pumm8m3rPR8/s72-c/P7130511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-4125562997002192211</id><published>2009-07-13T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:43:24.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One-way ticket,</title><content type='html'>The bangs are growing out of control, and the hair too! Like its all over the place, cause its really cold, and it sticks out in all direction. It has become really dry, something like a bush that can catch fire easily. Dont ask me what ha hair got to do with cold weather, it just has to have some link. Apparently its going haywire ever since i got here. Definitely a link somewhere, ! Not that i am extremely bothered, but i must admit it annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school today was a whole load of information absorbing session. Not that all were useful, but victorian police are sure one fun people. They're jokes are hilariously and they are basically entertainers! Did i mention, we got free pancakes too! How awesome is that, they give free pancakes in school. That taste pretty fantastic, served fresh, together with maple syrup and vanilla ice cream?! I think thats where all the money from school fees are going. Free pancake in school weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The progression in better food i get each day makes me happy. It started off with miserable cornflakes and bread with peanut butter for 2days. Then it progressed to instant indo mee goreng. Then now, instant indo mee goreng with ingredients! Hah, the sense of accomplishment! Initially i was afraid to cook, cause no one else in the house does, its like they dont even eat, or barely. Then when i dared to, i realise i dont have anything to cook which explain the need for grocery shopping! And indo mee goreng, only cost 25cents per pack! How cheap is that, and obviously, i loaded myself with plenty of that! Oh, and their milo cereal? Its in the kokokrunch shape, but milo flavour. And it tastes really good, ! One thing bad here, there's no honey stars. Oh the horrors of there goes my oh-so-good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the need to budget my expenses, although i dont really know whats too much, just nice, or too little! Like clothes, i need them. Not for fashion, but my pathetic singapore weather friendly clothes, they're definitely not working here. And the oh-so-expensive printer, definitely a must too. Its a long term investment. Plus the daily grocery shopping. Here and there, mann, my money seems to be running out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im growing fat here. Not that im self conscious or anything, like look into the mirror and see an obese female who find a desperate need to slim down cause she thinks she looks ugly and unacceptable. Its just that the red and black bands on my leg seem tighter. Maybe it shrunk cause i bath with it everyday, or maybe i really out on some weight. The cold winter, snuggling into bed and getting out to get food. Not to mention the lack of exercise because im "weak" to withstand the cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care, i love food, and thats final! I'll eat healthy, with a few simple and easy to make recipes! But till then, maggie mee and frozen food souns like the awesome breakfast, lunch, dinner plan to me! Grocery shopping kills the arms, argh the lack of a car, i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still come, &lt;br /&gt;If i packaged you, squashed you up,&lt;br /&gt;And place you on a one-way ticket out into the cold,&lt;br /&gt;Just to find me, with no return.&lt;br /&gt;Then you can snuggle up on my super single bed,&lt;br /&gt;And i'll feel more like home, &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-4125562997002192211?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/4125562997002192211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=4125562997002192211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/4125562997002192211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/4125562997002192211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-way-ticket.html' title='One-way ticket,'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-6135324546594053325</id><published>2009-07-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:47:09.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining winter days are gloomy,</title><content type='html'>I dont know why my blog thingy dont have the con to change colour, &lt;br /&gt;And it screwes up wen i try to italic or bold it,&lt;br /&gt;And basically, i cnt do much other than type!&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, kind of reflects my life now though,&lt;br /&gt;Plain and simple, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i finally finally made new friends!&lt;br /&gt;Yay to that, lets hope things work out somehow, although i wldnt say im a crazy outgoing person who like to randomly make new friends and is in fact, desperately trying to make new ones! Sounds like a first time for me at least! The mum's a really nice person, and she' like the only one in this entire house who really really talks to me, and listens as well. What am i to do when she goes back to sunny old singapore :(&lt;br /&gt;And, the landlord, she's a rather nice lady, although im intimidated by her, i don't know, so don't ask me. Then there's this other housemate, he's rarely home. Like i wld say 96% of the time? He doesnt really need a house i reckoned. Like the mum likes to say it, "i only saw him bathed once this entire time!" Hahah, but none the less, he's nice too! Like they're all really really nice and awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for finding me a rather clean house, putting me with random strangers who actually turn out to be people that i can see myself living long term with. :) So i tried my best to attend whatever school orientation, however crappy it might be or sound, you'll not believe it, but i still went, Hah, its a joke, but honestly, i cant really be bothered. Activities are pretty pathetic cause its second intake, and right smack in the middle of semester. but on monday, they're handing out free pancakes with ice-cream and maple syrup! Say 'yay' to that, good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My course thingy, pretty screwed up as well! I dont know, to drop arts or not to drop! Still contemplating, havent got much time to decide, and its giving me a headache. And did i mention, its freak ass cold her cause it has raining, in winter! And i dont have a heater, plus my clothes, they arent exactly winter friendly. So, quite sad huh, i must admit, i do miss the hot, sweaty and rly sunny weather back there. Although i always complain, i'd rather those circumstances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, things are getting better, slowly but slightly, but i must still say im homesick alr, or so i think. Those little booklets,and stacks of postcard and pictures, they're like my bible. I read a single page a day, before i sleep, and then say a prayer and snuggle up under my blanket! Its nice, to see what people write sometimes, makes me laugh to myself, but i dont really care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my timetable, its really extremely slack. There's only say 5-6 lectures a week? And school days sometimes start at 9am, 12noon or even 2pm. And the best part, lessons a day vary, sometimes say 1hr till as long as 5hrs? I dont even have school on tuesday! Own time own target, own schedule. Pretty slack huh! but i can totally imagine the workload, enough for the kill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, did i mention, school food kind of rock, its really good. For now at least, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't stray from one who draws you in,&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder what are you up to now?&lt;br /&gt;Drop me a message or something, &lt;br /&gt;Which girl is it this time around?&lt;br /&gt;The one with the fancy sports car,&lt;br /&gt;Or one that every guy is after,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me, love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-6135324546594053325?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/6135324546594053325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=6135324546594053325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/6135324546594053325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/6135324546594053325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/07/raining-winter-days-are-gloomy.html' title='Raining winter days are gloomy,'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-7671289215335373031</id><published>2009-07-07T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T04:21:48.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the sweaty hot weather there!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe i'm homesick already, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, thanks for the really, really sweet farewell, and the many many stuff and pictures and food, and everything you people got, it was really nice. Although i was being such an ass by not telling you people about flight details and all, the effort you put in, it was really sweet. And you know, thank god you people came, somehow, it still feels pretty unreal that im like here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get the feeling deep down in me that i'll be back home in 2 weeks or something, like im on a vacation now. Although i know thats not going to happen anytime soon and things like that, i really do want to go back. Let's hope things start looking up, and i'll get to meet now people and God, please find me someone nice, :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is really far from the city, which means, im really far away from tang, and thts bad, cause she's the one small thing here, that makes this huge foreign land actually feel a little more like home, and travelling all the way there is such a hassle, oh the trouble and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you came! You came to see me off, not that i was expecting, but you came. It wouldn't be long before you move on and stuff, everything was just weird. I miss everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this liz, but guess you were right about, "Going all the way there just because you hate social science?!" Im totally contemplating of coming back, imissyou too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-7671289215335373031?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/7671289215335373031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=7671289215335373031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/7671289215335373031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/7671289215335373031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-sweaty-hot-weather-there.html' title='I miss the sweaty hot weather there!'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-4410464653237948133</id><published>2009-07-03T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:25:42.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The funeral of the Phone</title><content type='html'>Busy, busy, busy! I need to start getting up early, oh the horrors. Packing's not anywhere near done, and i seriously need a phone, immediately. I can't believe it failed today, of all days, today! Kept sending messages to wrong people, because it hangs. Then cant pick up people's call, because the keys somehow dont function. Cant message anyone at times, cause every button i press keys in a '0' each time, which means it either cant do a spacing, or spaces out too much. Pretty much suck huh! I think it needs a proper funeral now, for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall settle for an army phone, back to old school days, i only require the basics! Oh, and thanks for the presents, i love that oh-so-good white chocolate with the popping candy inside! Hahah, going to ration it really well, but lets hope it'll get pass immigration! I'll kill them if they attempt to throw it away. Thanks polar, you're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and, and i didnt forget about you too! Thanks for the present, i haven't really opened it yet. But im pretty sure i'll like it. Somehow, it'll be good right? I trust your taste cause i trust mine best! J's my love, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chances are pretty rare and slim, &lt;br /&gt;But i cant believe you haven't called, or drop a message!&lt;br /&gt;Argh, its really annoying to keep switching about 2 sim cards especially when the phone isn't really playing a good supporting role! Don't do a last mintue on me, cause as much as i want to make it work and create some time, the clock can't stop ticking. Maybe that few hours was enough, i don't know. But just so you know, What you see in me is the exact image of what i portray you to be. Honestly, i don't even know why do i care, damm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to put on a pretty fullstop to this,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-4410464653237948133?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/4410464653237948133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=4410464653237948133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/4410464653237948133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/4410464653237948133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/07/funeral-of-phone.html' title='The funeral of the Phone'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-6744214501990409394</id><published>2009-07-01T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:47:41.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate lousy hairdressers,</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a total blast, and i really, really, extremely love the girls. I want to do all this all over again, but no more time left, sad much! Everything was good, and lovely, and finally, for one time, we got to meet up again, yay! Sometimes i kind of miss school, at least i got to see them everyday and know where they are, what they're doing and stuff like that. Now, its just so difficult to even get everyone together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PizzaHut and bubble was really good with min, all the trashy conversations that we have, and how she would tell me of the most absurd stuff ever. Oh, and she bought me another red ball, but sadly, i didn't get my MrBump still. Thanks anyway, and for the fantastic macaroons too! Oh, the goodness that food brings, forget about weight issues! Haircut turned out bad though, not that there was much chopping and sawing, but still, that tiny bit of trimming was already enough for the kill! Don't cry my dear, remember i'll buy you wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dinner at chef tan's house. For all the painstaking effort, THANKS ELIZABETHTAN! I'm going to miss that girl, oh the horrors! And how she'll constantly mention, at random times i must say, "I can't believe that you're really leaving!" Yah, neither can I, I don't want to go. Despite the really bad and sarcastic remarks, the food was honestly good, and if you're really going to open your restaurant, I'll be your waitress, for free, promise! And i think i'm pretty capable of that, like taking orders and stuff, defnitely much better than what aggie portrayed me to be like, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying was awesome. I can barely remember the last time we went for a party together, all 6 of us. So, it was really nice that we could actually do it again. Although Ro had to leave halfway, i still feel pretty bad that you people had to compromise for me by going all the way down. And Ro, i pray that you'll be fine! Some day they'll understand, but till then, you got to give in. And i finally met feng for the longest time ever. Still the same, partying as hard as ever, but si still love her much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIFER! Not to mention, Macdonald's breakfast still taste as good as ever after a really nice sleepover that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how its sweet and all, I don't really like the idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-6744214501990409394?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/6744214501990409394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=6744214501990409394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/6744214501990409394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/6744214501990409394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-lousy-hairdressers.html' title='I hate lousy hairdressers,'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-633055815333031844</id><published>2009-06-29T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:31:17.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't go just yet</title><content type='html'>Yay, everyday's feeling like good and relaxing, getting my life back on tracks feels like the bet thing that has ever happened in a long time. And the past few days were just, awesome i would say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was a girls only day out in our attempt to getaway and it was just food, good food, and even better food plus fun for the entire day! Loves the darlings, &lt;3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Three is definitely not a crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, hahah. Oh, all the catching up and talking and chitchatting, im ejoying every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was a sequel, and it was all the more better! A house warming to inez house which is totally like a resort environment, feels like you're on holiday, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The classical music, hotel-like decor, lavender smeling toilet, and the oh-so-good food! Hahah, the only bad thing, too tight security! I wouldn't mind staying home the entire day for that. And yay, another trip to eastcoastpark! I just feel happy and good there, the vibe is fantastic. Another meal of rly good, but spicy food, and good company. And the cheesecake place, nice! Its really good, feels very antique and vintage,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I want to go there again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;Located in a very ulu pandan area of singapore, but heck, anywhere for food and a very,extremely belated HappyBirthday for the "part-time lover."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to miss everyone and everything here. I dont want to leave yet, not now, not so soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; the idea of not seeing you again, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; the thought of being so faraway,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;detest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not knowing what's going on,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Im &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; it'll end too soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-633055815333031844?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/633055815333031844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=633055815333031844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/633055815333031844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/633055815333031844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-go-just-yet.html' title='Don&apos;t go just yet'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-1543005981855742627</id><published>2009-06-26T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:02:46.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know she wants You,</title><content type='html'>So, kannan flew off today and i dont know when will we ever be seeing him next. Didnt manage to see him off, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;pretty sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; cause ill miss him. Instead, headed to the doctors, oh the germs infected area! Took my pills and went home. Boy does drowsiness kill, i totally konked out and slept through, it was a pretty aweome sleep though. And yah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;ilovecomfyblankets&lt;/span&gt;! You sure have a nice bed, and thanks for the ride.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; Ilovepeoplewhocandrive&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because it was such a rush to leave the house, i forgot about my handphone, and the number of missed calls and mesages! Hah, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;shuxian was such a dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Because she couldnt get me, and i wasnt replying her msges, she was worried. I feel like she's my girlfriend. She's so sweet. All the things she does, anytime and anywhere, wouldn't know what i would have done without her the past month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yay, i learnt how to do parallel parking, finally! Not that its perfect, but at least i got the method. One more thing, someone flew my kite today, made me wait at cityhall for nothing. At least your attempt in making ammendmendts wasn't too bad. Tomorrow's going to be a fine and good day, i know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Anyone want to give me free parking lesons, i would love you even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-1543005981855742627?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/1543005981855742627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=1543005981855742627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/1543005981855742627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/1543005981855742627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-she-wants-you.html' title='I know she wants You,'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-3616963612806246369</id><published>2009-06-25T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:30:55.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're on my Radar,</title><content type='html'>Im determined to keep a regular update so i can look back at my life and remeber whats going on. So today was a day out with the girls.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan wasnt much a successful one afterall,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;and boy that sucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. But i love hanging with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So we caught transformers, and i was an hour late. Went in, didnt know what part of the movie we were in. Awkward to pass through strangers, but it was good still. I think the new monster like girl is hotter than megan fox! Cartel was next, cause they had some 50% thingy, but we were conned again. Not exactly discounted, but nevermind. We left pretty soon after, cause everyone was falling asleep. Lets hope our attempt to plan saturday's outing will work out! Im determined to get things right, because for some reason, I &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;dont like angry,sad and bubbly people. I get scared. And yay to our soontobe pyjamas party, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I secretly still want to go many places and do many stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Go malaysia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Ice skate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Picnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Fly kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Sentosa in the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Sleepover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Go on rollercoasters and race go-karts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Swing and slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;One more thing, I really want my MrBump, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-3616963612806246369?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-4714825234669949968</id><published>2009-06-20T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:25:01.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food is Love,</title><content type='html'>It was a very unique one of a kind steamboat today.&lt;div&gt;People had to literally bring the stove and pot, and we had maggie seasoning as our soup base!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the ingredients consisted of fishballs and sauages&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;typica&lt;/span&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;then we had unchopped vegetables and mushrooms. And not forgetting about the maggie from which the seasoning was stolen from. Totally one of a kind, but i loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we guitar-heroed&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;but this time, we did the rock band, world tour was getting way too familiar! These are the days where everything you ever wanted happened on the same day at concurrent times which makes it totally miserable. Then you got to priortise, and sacrifice, i hate to give things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, lets hope i can make it up tomorrow if i get to reschedule my suppposed plans to meet the odac people for lunch. I want to see kannan before he goes, and dorville before she flies! And did i mention, my arms and tighs are aching badly from yoga! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking, maybe i should get the overrated iphone! Its cheaper too, we'll see. Or, perhaps i'll get back the htc touch, oh the horror and fear of losing it again, :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-4714825234669949968?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/4714825234669949968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=4714825234669949968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/4714825234669949968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/4714825234669949968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-is-love.html' title='Food is Love,'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-4708555268880949705</id><published>2009-06-19T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:52:07.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know i Love you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sju_8WkPD_I/AAAAAAAAADI/08ct6Dr3lI8/s1600-h/P6180439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sju_8WkPD_I/AAAAAAAAADI/08ct6Dr3lI8/s320/P6180439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349080026003214322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;"You're like a fish in the ocean, Difficult to find." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-4708555268880949705?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/4708555268880949705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=4708555268880949705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/4708555268880949705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/4708555268880949705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-i-love-you.html' title='You know i Love you,'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/Sju_8WkPD_I/AAAAAAAAADI/08ct6Dr3lI8/s72-c/P6180439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-922626402147048306</id><published>2009-06-17T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:13:19.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's kinda Sweet,</title><content type='html'>So, i bailed on driving to go malaysia today! Hahah, that was nice, its such a random trip but awesome. Supposedly heading out for yoga, then i got a call,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;"Sam! Where you heading for today, staying home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"Nope, actually going for my yoga now, why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;"You wana go JB?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"You mean like now, now? But ive driving lessons! And my test is coming!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;"Nevermind, just cancel on him, I can give you lessons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"Hahah, serious?! Ok, lets go, I dont mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;"Alright, see you in 10mins, Im already on my way to your place actually!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then, we went grocery shopping, plenty of food hunting and eating. And, not forgetting the times we went in circles finding for directions. Hahah, i loved every bit of it. I need plenty of this in time to come! Just the way i like it, random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-922626402147048306?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/922626402147048306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=922626402147048306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/922626402147048306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/922626402147048306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-kinda-sweet.html' title='It&apos;s kinda Sweet,'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-1901412081129513808</id><published>2009-06-16T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:59:10.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been ages,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SjfcdVFJJJI/AAAAAAAAADA/bYYKki2LvxI/s1600-h/n748615962_991661_5893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SjfcdVFJJJI/AAAAAAAAADA/bYYKki2LvxI/s320/n748615962_991661_5893.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985478958785682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SjfcdFL-yCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/M56tEYox7Sc/s1600-h/27102008642-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SjfcdFL-yCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/M56tEYox7Sc/s320/27102008642-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985474692499490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was pretty much a chill day, my supposed driving at 11am. But the smart instructor forgot to fill in my slot, and for the 3rd time, i went down for nothing. Maybe they should have like a fine or penalty for pulling such stunts on students just like how we would have to pay for not turning up. It only fair that way aint it? So, i called him, and as usual, he was extremely busy and sounded familiarly blur and booked me another slot at 6pm tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, its the only slot available and i badly need to clock lessons! Its like my say, 8th lesson? And my test is like in 12 days?! Not even 2 weeks, and i cant park properly yet, and i havent even book my circuit dates, not to mention et foot on one! Someone tell me that i can still pass at this rate, i want to have my free treat of seafood platter for 2. Thi is totally agonizing me, i need God's grace, and serious bad ass driving lessons for a miracle to happen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as usual, Guitar Hero and Wii is a totaly saviour and it never fails to make my day. Loved the company, loved everything about it, Nice. I think i need more of such outings to make me remember how good life can be with such plain good ol' fun! So call me along next time if you want to guitar hero! You can help make my day too, I'll love you even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, oh, oh! And i finally saw huimin. Havent seent the group in ages. And the funny thing was that, all 3 of us went down to find her, at the ame place, but all different times, each missing by only a few minutes. Sometimes i wonder if He was trying to play a trick on us. So, nevermind, i had an awesome meal with her, and totally updated her on my life which she says is always a mystery and that im always lying about things. But one thing i have to mention is her totally wasted and pathetic effort at trying to pry further in which i know i wouldn't let myself fall into any of her schemes! That evil one, you can go figure stuff out yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love the bunch, and i do seriously miss them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please come back soon from all your trips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't want to say time is bailing on us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Sometimes, i just need a little more affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348938565871382899-1901412081129513808?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/1901412081129513808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=1901412081129513808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/1901412081129513808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/1901412081129513808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-ages.html' title='Its been ages,'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PooepLHo4lc/SjfcdVFJJJI/AAAAAAAAADA/bYYKki2LvxI/s72-c/n748615962_991661_5893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348938565871382899.post-8998369545952790690</id><published>2009-06-15T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:49:21.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight, fight, fight</title><content type='html'>I realised i've been complaining alot these past few weeks.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To a point i think its in excess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div&gt;So i've decided to temporarily use this space that Ver made a long time ago for reasons i can barely remember. Speaking of which i haven't spoke to her in ages over silly reasons now that i come to think of it. Then comes the thought of "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" i saw past those childishness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, Life's been pretty miserable for me the past month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mostly cause of really insensitive, selfish and not understanding parents, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly losing important stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Irresponsible decision making on my part&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to figure out the complicated r/s going around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Because of all these, ive been staying out pretty much most of the time, which i realised only made things a hell lot worst. But i still feel better steering clear from trouble. Camps have not been as fun as before because these days i hardly get to do it with people that i love much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to fill up those empty spaces, we've been hanging out alot and having many late nights which i totally enjoy. Then comes the sadest part where they are either starting school, going off on holidays, doing full-time or having school stuff. This puts an end to all the fun we've had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip to thailand was something i needed to get away from all the stuff annoying me, but the funniest part was all i wanted to do there was to soak up the sun with the sea breeze in my face. But the sea was the nearest yet furthest thing there! Ironic aint it, like how it was just steps outside our hotel, but nvr once did we set foot on the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pattaya wasn't exactly what i had in mind, but i still want to go back there. Its sleaze factor was literally oozing and totally the place for sexually charged old caucasians with a big beer belly. You can just look at the grin that they have on their faces while tightly clinging onto their obviously underaged toys strolling the street showcasing their prize for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, i totally love the cosy small white house which serves awesome pastries and nicely decorated furniture, much of what i needed. And yah, the totally worth it mantra eat out! The decor was fabulous, the food was perfect, service was efficient, the company was there, if only they brought it back here to Singapore, you'll love it too! Oh, and there was hotel vista too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like the totally chill place to stay, the music, the pool, the entire vibe, i can just stay in there the whole day and it would have felt incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, wait till i get more pics then i'll upload it here. Bangkok was as usual for me, more shopping, more food. Now that im back, i have a gazillion stuff to settle. Like clothings and accomodation, actually i dont rly know what needs to be done exactly,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least i figured some things out, now i can be sure that you're not exactly who they made you out to be, i was right about you all along. I don't know what you are to me, no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; Nothing, just the way things should be between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't want to go so soon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6348938565871382899-8998369545952790690?l=bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/feeds/8998369545952790690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348938565871382899&amp;postID=8998369545952790690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/8998369545952790690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348938565871382899/posts/default/8998369545952790690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-revenge.blogspot.com/2009/06/fight-fight-fight.html' title='Fight, fight, fight'/><author><name>SAMANTHA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
