<?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-38855710</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:31:18.020+08:00</updated><category term='u say u understand'/><category term='guess who&apos;s back from the dead?'/><category term='dont ever mistake my niceness for a weakness'/><category term='i want my damn moneyyy'/><category term='im too lazy to even blog'/><category term='its so sad when two becomes one.'/><category term='remember what it was like when you went thru this..?'/><category term='comes around'/><category term='Guns N Roses - Don&apos;t Cry Lyrics'/><category term='angels and devils'/><category term='bzzz bzzz'/><category term='its been awhile'/><category term='little star-kelis'/><category term=':)'/><category term='tranquilize me with sugar'/><category term='i love doing nothing:)'/><category term='nivea/akon-dont matter; 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font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am so satisfied right now. life is truly a can of peaches and this time, this time there aren't any worms inside.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6068797412928753219?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6068797412928753219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6068797412928753219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6068797412928753219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6068797412928753219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2011/11/dharshinee-rajkumar-is-coconut-head.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-1299108439966614004</id><published>2011-02-15T04:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T02:23:45.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;So Valentines 2011 came and went, and I survived it! I've never been upset about being single on this day because I genuinely believe that unless I'm with someone that makes my heart skip a beat each and everytime I see him, I'd rather be alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Being alone isn't that bad at all, and contrary to what all the romance novels/movies/dramas tell you, it's pretty damn satisfying and life CAN be complete without your other half.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Yet I missed someone today, someone who hasn't been in my life as a special someone for that long, but came to play an important part nonetheless. Sometimes I question why things happen the way they do, but I hold on to my faith and hope beyond rainbows that one day I will see the bigger picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;I had dinner with the best friends today and it was lovely, from the high-end Japanese food to the VIP treatment to the wonderful company and the comfort of knowing that these AMAZING individuals always got my back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;But here and there, I kept looking to my side and wishing that he was sitting next to me. Just maybe once or twice, I thought maybe, it would've been nice to share this not-so-special day with this newly-special boy but I guess certain things are not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;But still, if only we could've given things a proper shot. It never ceases to amaze me how some people are so scared of getting hurt, that they'd rather risk losing out on something potentially good. But then I take solace in the fact that if they really were the 'one', then they'd probably wanna fight a bit more to stay with me, so I guess at the end of the day it's just a case of &lt;i&gt;he just not being that into me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Kinda sucks when I think of him grabbing coffee with some other girl tonight, and even though he was never mine to begin with, it felt painful. Ah well, I wish him well. He deserves good things, and if I cannot be the one to give them to him then I hope he finds someone who will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm thankful for my family, my ridiculously lovely friends, my loyal and loving dog, my job, my health and everything that I'm blessed with in general. So today, I celebrate loving my life, but I hope next year brings me a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;I still believe in love. It's going to come, some day, right? Or will it always be pulled away just before I start to think that maybe, this time, I could fall madly deeply in love with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's too early to cry over you, and I'm glad I kept my heart safe but damn, I wish we could've tried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-1299108439966614004?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1299108439966614004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=1299108439966614004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1299108439966614004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1299108439966614004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-valentines-2011-came-and-went-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-4606784645621754493</id><published>2011-02-13T15:46:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T04:12:48.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; how the years fly by. And it's even scarier how the corporate world rips away our freedom to do simple things like blogging without feeling the guilt of wasting your time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I mean, don't get me wrong, I can be guilty of spending endless unnecessary hours on facebook, either profile surfing or playing scrabble, but there's something unnerving about disclosing your personal feelings online via your blog that seems too taboo nowadays. Maybe it's cos we take it for granted that we have the privacy of the inactive pseudo living-dead online world, or maybe it's cos we're too skeptical to even fathom the idea that someone we know might even bother to come and read what we've vomited out for the day. But all I know is that when I let go online, I genuinely feel unburdened. So i'm gonna do this again. I actually started writing one last week, but then i deleted it because I guess somethings are really just better off said in our head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So hello virtual world. Will you be nicer to me than the real world was? Do you promise not to tease me, and make me hope before just ripping it all away just cause you feel like it? I trust that you'll play nice. Humans are the ones that we should beware of, surprisingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;And no, I'm not jaded, yet. I'm still the same ridiculously optimistic girl I've always been but this time, next time, I'm not gonna let my guard down so easily. Because if even someone you really thought you knew well enough can hurt you, not be very nice about it, and then walk away as if it didn't mean anything to them, that's GOTTA teach me that life's a bitch so I really gotta start being more of one myself. It's just self-preservation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So i'm gonna LEARN that bitter lesson for once in my life, and never let it happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It's a Sunday. 2 weeks ago, i was in KL, happy and pretty much  satisfied. One week ago, I was crying my eyes out at how things could change so fast. Today, i sit here numb, and unaffected, believing fervently that the people that are worth your time, shouldn't make you feel like shit. Which is an easy enough rule to follow, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So lets see if I can do better this time.&lt;/span&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/38855710-4606784645621754493?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4606784645621754493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=4606784645621754493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4606784645621754493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4606784645621754493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-ridiculous-how-years-fly-by.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5676202891124079627</id><published>2009-08-22T03:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:44:48.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guess who&apos;s back from the dead?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wow. its been AGES since i blogged. my lappy crashed last year, and i just hadn't gotten around to buying one till a few days ago. i need my vaio, i love those sexy little things. BUT due to my joblessness tai-tai delirium, i couldnt afford one till recently! but woo HOO i finally have a lappy again. GOOD GOD it feels ridiculously amazing to have this little box of amusement, to play and plod with whenever i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i was reading some of the older entries, (ok so technically they're ALL old now) but wow. even on this same page, everythings so outdated! its back in the iceage, when i met my hameni AND sal??? and also, hameni with only one i? HAH. ok eli and sal, you're probably the only one getting this. heh:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ok so im off to bed now. mwaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5676202891124079627?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5676202891124079627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5676202891124079627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5676202891124079627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5676202891124079627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-6992149680533308251</id><published>2008-08-24T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:23:30.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;one night to be confused&lt;br /&gt;one night to speed up truth&lt;br /&gt;we had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;four hands and then away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both under influense&lt;br /&gt;we had demons in&lt;br /&gt;to know what to say&lt;br /&gt;mind is a razorblade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night of magic rush&lt;br /&gt;the start of simple touch&lt;br /&gt;one night to push and scream&lt;br /&gt;and make believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten days of perfect tunes&lt;br /&gt;the colors red and blue&lt;br /&gt;we had a promise made&lt;br /&gt;we were in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, you knew you had to fight devil&lt;br /&gt;and you, kept us away with wolf teeths&lt;br /&gt;sharing different heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to call for hands of above&lt;br /&gt;to lean on&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be good enough&lt;br /&gt;for me, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6992149680533308251?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6992149680533308251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6992149680533308251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6992149680533308251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6992149680533308251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-night-to-be-confused-one-night-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-2866803136116312525</id><published>2008-08-19T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:20:40.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around&lt;br /&gt;If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can think that we just carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;br /&gt;And I waste everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;To live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-2866803136116312525?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2866803136116312525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=2866803136116312525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2866803136116312525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2866803136116312525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-way-you-left-me-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-1479560784717447305</id><published>2008-08-17T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:16:46.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i wish people were like jigsaw puzzles sometimes..where i could piece together all the different things i want and make the perfect fit. i half wonder sometimes whether i belong here. i dont think i do actually, i think i'm physically here, but my mind and soul is somewhere else, aimless, homeless, and looking for me. heh. it sounds crazy, maybe, but i just dont think i belong in a place where things are dispensable,people are inconsistent and the stars make me want to escape from earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i dont belong here, i think im alien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-1479560784717447305?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1479560784717447305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;sometimes we need to swallow our pride and just allow ourselves to get hurt, if it means saving someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-7680304576176464974?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7680304576176464974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=7680304576176464974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7680304576176464974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7680304576176464974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-we-need-to-swallow-our-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-3481385164221419345</id><published>2008-08-07T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:06:22.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;met up wit my hameni and sal yesterday for a while, and we went to see farhahn at butter, they were havin the electrico gig and damn, i think im a fan. (as far as lazy fans who dont bother buying the cds go) then the three of us seperated our ways cos i was considering meeting up with the friends but then of course, as i would have predicted if i had been abit smarter, that didnt end up happening. its so weird la..you think you know someone, you think years of friendship should count for sumthing but in the end, it really doesnt. people arent always what or who they seem to be, and i think that when u realise that, its time to step away, otherwise you end up being an idiot for believing in something that's just not really there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;was supposed to meet mal and kaartsy and ragi at outback yesterday but i ended up finishing late, so i didnt. i miss my thomson girlssss, cant wait to see them soooon:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this weekend tempts me with all its whirlwind-fantasy promises but i think i'll pass, i need to get down to doing the things im supposed to. noone's home now, so i think i'm gonna order in some food or make a salad, and then sit down and watch a movie. its time for 'me' time again, yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have a greeaaaattt trip in baliiiii hameniiiii! when ya back, we have an impending double date *giggles* hahahaha lurplurp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm off now, i shall be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-3481385164221419345?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3481385164221419345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=3481385164221419345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3481385164221419345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3481385164221419345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/met-up-wit-my-hameni-and-sal-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5680009308311766491</id><published>2008-08-06T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:26:58.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;anderson cooper is goddamn gorgeous. and brave. and intelligent. and funny. and driven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;he's perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i would marry him, and cook for him, and do all the things i normally wouldnt do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;but he's gay. im not kidding, or do you all already know? yeah he's gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;wtf. does there always have to be SOMETHING wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5680009308311766491?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5680009308311766491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5680009308311766491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5680009308311766491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5680009308311766491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/anderson-cooper-is-goddamn-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-3254793130472982898</id><published>2008-08-06T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:47:22.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;twenty seconds away to my next frantic search for something to do. ive gotten my bodyclock back in order BUT the repercussions of that are driving me insane. ive got waaaay too much time on my hands now, and yes, i know ive been going out alot but even then, it seems like the days are never-ending. maybe i should just go back to being nocturnal. maybe i should just get a job. ok. lets face it, the second one's never gonna happen, atleast, im never gonna get a real job, not anytime soon. i swear i was born to be a tai-tai. i dont really wanna do anythingelse besides shop, and meet my girls, and shop, and eat good food, and shop shop shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;any takers to make my dreams come true?;) hahahahahnna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;the weekend was awesome.im lazy, so im gonna sum it up in a nutshell. friday was spent with sal and eli in town, then wine connection, then timbre, which i lovedd...then clark quay. and i went to meet ryan for a tiny while at gotham and mal and all were there toooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;sat was amazinggg. hahahah. i met sal in town for shopping after my tuition, then ryan cameto meet me in town and we bought a bottle of tequila and headed over to the party at the girl, linda's apartment. everyone was alll dressed upppp, like seriously so ON and decked in full costumes hahaha it was hilariousss. i tried to pass off my colourful dress as a rainbow costume but noone fell for it altho someone told me i looked like a pixie. heh. yeah. gee thanks man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;thennnn we all headed down to clark quay, and i ended up chillin outside with a friend. met up with cher and all for abit then me and my friend hung out with our beers and conversation. you know how it isss, when ur dead high, and u think your havin these real deep intense intelligent conversations but more probably than not, its prob all just intoxicated gibberish hahahah but yeah. i had a blast. made me realise that my expectations were based on idiots, and that i think after last weekend, my standards of the guys i would consider dating just did a double jump and are nowhere near where they used to hang. i think we all deserve to be treated like the princesses we are:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i chilled with the family on mondayyyy...then on tuesday i went to meet eli at cathay and we found a new spot for our impending garden part-ayyyy hahaha so fun FUN funnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;im gonna head out later and meet eli and sal for a quickkkk drink and then meet shawn and all. its the two year anniversary. we miss you angelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;alright, im done. see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-3254793130472982898?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3254793130472982898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=3254793130472982898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3254793130472982898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3254793130472982898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/twenty-seconds-away-to-my-next-frantic.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-3234300307757189185</id><published>2008-08-01T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:18:33.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i still believe in forever, i really do. for some reason i dont ever get jaded..maybe its the fairytale princess wannabe in me but i truly think that everything will be okay in the end, and i just pass my time while waiting for that to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;spent wednesday frivolously. i met my hameni and we did sum shopping in fareast. (nothing works better than retail therapy) and then me and her went to cathay for dinner..joanne came to meet us and then we headed over to plaza sing to have some wine..im not a fan of red wine but i must say, that bottle was pretty damn yum. then pearl joined us, and eli left cos she had work the next day..and java boy picked us up and we headed over to clark quay to go to gotham cos we decided against o bar finally. met up with john there and we 5 entered gotham..i saw shawny and alisaa and all theree soo it really was a pretty awesome random clubbing night laa. me and jo and all got sooooooooooooo freakkinnn flying high hahahaha and then yeah. the rest of the bights pretty much abit blurry. i feel bad, but i just reallly needed a super-high-and-dont-care about anythin or anyone night..i know its not healthy but ive been so freaking careful and good girl for the past how many months, so i think i deserved this short release,whatever the repercussions are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;anyway. i spent yesterday with the family..went to the countryclub for a bbq, which was pretty awesommmee..then we had a drink at the lounge and then drove home..today's pretty promising. i was supposed to have tuition but my kid's not well so its been postfoned..so im pretty much freeee, yay. ive got a hair appointment later at 5, and then im meeting my hameni in townnn to mc-cafe and slack and do an early night..sal's meetin us for abit too and ragi may come down after she goes to see tristonnn. speakin of which, i havent gone to see that pumpkin in agesss. soon soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;alrightt..im gonna go hunt for food cos my tummy's rumbling and im really starving. later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-3234300307757189185?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3234300307757189185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=3234300307757189185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3234300307757189185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3234300307757189185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-still-believe-in-forever-i-really-do.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-8276860600753724322</id><published>2008-07-30T02:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T03:02:21.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i think i am psychic. really really. the two things that i said would come true today, did. :) ok two outta three la..maybe the bus-stop prediction kinda fell thru, a litttttle bit. hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i need to start predicting more useful things for myself tho..hahahahha. ok. this week i will win the lottery aaaannnnddd i will win a totally sponsored trip for 4 to egypt and paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;YAYYYY i cant wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-8276860600753724322?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8276860600753724322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=8276860600753724322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8276860600753724322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8276860600753724322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-am-psychic.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-6713603631390920778</id><published>2008-07-29T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:15:43.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i am looking forward to my hameni meating laterrrr...meetin her at cityhall and we're gonna cafe cartel-fy with our yummy food and ciggies. the agenda for this meeting is plenty plenty...but first must eat cos im starving and im not gonna eat till dinnerrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;meetin the girls on fridayyy..at first we were thinking of goin to gotham cos farzy actually kinda likes it, but then we decided to screw the clubbing and go to minds cafe and really just chill out and fool around together..after all, amidst the noisy clubs, we wont be able to hear eachother's lame jokes and what not..hahahah shit man. i miss them, cant wait for fly-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;farzy's askin me to go for this costume party on sat..the theme is movies and im actually gettin kinda excited. i just asked ryan to follow me too so i gotta get details later and plan and see if im really gonna go..i have this tendency to get realllly lazy BUT u know how im a sucker for halloween...and this is like a pre halloween partayyy and eli's lendin me her blonde wiggg so now i just gotta think of WHAT i wanna go asss. so funnnnn, im realllly lookin forward to this weekend man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;was suppose to go down to rouge for dinner this thursday but then i realised i told my mum that i'd follow her for this bbq at the countryclub so ive gotta rush down and meet her for that..so we postfoned the rogue thingy to next thursday, since ragi's got stocktake this thursday also. ughh i canntttt waaait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;ok im gonna go rest abit..sumthin'sup with my eyes and i dont wanna have ugly red eyes laterrrrrr. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6713603631390920778?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6713603631390920778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6713603631390920778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6713603631390920778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6713603631390920778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-looking-forward-to-my-hameni.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-4650138175505089434</id><published>2008-07-28T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:24:37.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i went to starbucks around 4. sat there, did some work, had my caramel frappe. webcammed wit my hameni for abit, then the sis and i decided to go for KFC. yes, i know, my will power could use a little work:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;but then parents called, and they decided to join us at starbies. daddy wanted his frappe, so we sat there and bummed for an hour plus. the sis and i ran away to smoke a couple of times, then arnd ten we went for dinner at the seafood restaurant near my place. i had sambal kangkong, prawn paste chicken wings, hot plate tofu and hot plate beef. hello fooood, hello fat. but too good to turn down. i'm so full now, seriously, i dont know how i'm gonna allow myself to sleep coz i'm dead tired and all too ready to knock out but noooo, i cant on an empty tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;how la howwwwwwwwwwwwwww?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-4650138175505089434?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4650138175505089434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=4650138175505089434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4650138175505089434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4650138175505089434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-to-starbucks-around-4.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-1607378662030840304</id><published>2008-07-28T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:08:34.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can give you what you want.&lt;br /&gt;I can make your heart beat short.&lt;br /&gt;I can make you ice cream&lt;br /&gt;We could be a sweet team&lt;br /&gt;Melting in your vice dreams, sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be the sauce you crave.&lt;br /&gt;I can spell what you can't say.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate flavor love theme&lt;br /&gt;Treat the treats you so mean&lt;br /&gt;Covering your nights and days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you what you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;I can make your mouth run dry.&lt;br /&gt;Drink me like a liquor&lt;br /&gt;C'mon and dip your dipper&lt;br /&gt;Show me what you're here for, guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you what u want.&lt;br /&gt;i can make your back real taunt&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic flavor fancies&lt;br /&gt;Sick like Syd and Nancy&lt;br /&gt;Wicked as a joyride jaunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you want&lt;br /&gt;I can give you what you want&lt;br /&gt;What you want&lt;br /&gt;I can give you what you want, you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new young pony club-icecream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-1607378662030840304?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1607378662030840304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=1607378662030840304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1607378662030840304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1607378662030840304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-can-give-you-what-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-1475145378070639575</id><published>2008-07-28T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:47:41.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;magic beans, we call them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i dont take drugs, i never have, and i never plan to. but how i believe in magic, and how i hope for many things, so many things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;even some things that right now, dont look so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i want you. i try and tell myself otherwise, i try and distract myself but the truth is, i believed in what we had, and i hope you will get better soon, so that maybe oneday, you'll be ready for you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;noone else comes close, u know? i dont ever feel as safe as i feel when im in your arms, and the memory of that is enuff to keep me going, for now, but i dont know how long more it'll last, till i'll need you to hold me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-1475145378070639575?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1475145378070639575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=1475145378070639575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1475145378070639575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1475145378070639575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/magic-beans-we-call-them.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-4019678975032197819</id><published>2008-07-28T07:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:21:21.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and so the weekend's gone, gone, gonnneeeee:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i spent friday tuitioning, and then i went to meet eli in town for dinner. we had our KFC, again, i swear she's the only one who'll faithfully eat that with me whenever and wherever, but of course she can afford to eat as much as she wants when i..mm..should really start watching it la. haiyah. but its so worth itttt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;but i think this week i'm gonna lay off the fried food and the frappes and try and detox my body from all the many fats for a bit. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;the key word being TRY. hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;yeah so we had dinner, and then went to mc-cafe and chilled there for abit, surrounded by many many people and the two of us were like stranded at our island of a table, but hameni-fying away happily ahahah mmm which reminds me, i better change my blue-tooth name quickly. HAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;then my mum called and she was havin dinner at hyatt wit my cousin so me and eli went to join her at the lounge for a drink, and then shanker came to meet me in town and we headed down to st james..met raine and all there and then sal came down with gopi and a friend but they couldnt come in cos one of the guys was wearing slippers. heh. yeahh sooo me and shanker just stayed for abit and laughed at all the many happyboys on the podium, and then we met raine and went down to boat quayyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;met alissa and all there and me and aliss had our happy little drunken conversation haahhahhaah it seriously is damn hilarious how we can be so completely high yet have a heart to heart talk hahah but yeah it was nice seein that girl, its been a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;then she me jiv and shanker went to silver hahaha but we left really quick la, and shanker dropped me home and i knocked out the second i reached my bed, i was so SO completely tireddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i spent saturday lazing about at home, i didnt feel like having a late night out again..and then sri came over around 1am-ish and we chilled and he filled me in on his awesome spain trip. SPAIN. dammmmit. seriously. heh. then i kinda stayed up alll night and all the way into sunday afternoon..spent the time helping my mum make nasi lemak (i know rightttttttt) hahaha and then i knocked out at around 5 pm..and woke up cos my sis and mum were forcing me to have dinner :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;then i slept again and woke up around 4 am to watch my shows onlineeee. im gonna finish the last episode for today and then sleep for abit, wake up at ten and go get some work doneee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;its gonna be august sooooon man...time's flying by, oh so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-4019678975032197819?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4019678975032197819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=4019678975032197819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4019678975032197819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4019678975032197819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-so-weekends-gone-gone-gonnneeeee-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-7087465851544306757</id><published>2008-07-25T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:45:02.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i am fuckin bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;starbucks should serve vodka, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-7087465851544306757?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7087465851544306757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=7087465851544306757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7087465851544306757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7087465851544306757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-fuckin-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-192446264041612064</id><published>2008-07-25T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:55:58.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i have a question. its my random question of this month, and its sorta boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Dont you think that Aries are the most awesome, sexy people ever? as in seriously. Be it the females or the males. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;whaddya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i think yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-192446264041612064?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/192446264041612064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=192446264041612064' 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my hameniii... we are super-women, we really are. and one day, we will take over the worlddd, but till then,we're stuck doing these mundane day-to-day things, and dealing with silly little things like breakups and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Just for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;you know since my last blog at around midnight last night?i knocked out, woke up arnd 9 in the morning, had breakfast and did some reading, and then i went back to bed again cos im havin crampies. its terrible, my cramps are the worst everrrr and im always stuck in bed for a couple of days. and today just HAD to be the day, thus un-doing my fixing of the body clock. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;but then mummy woke me up around 1pm to help her with some confusing maths sums, i swear, the stuff they're making the kids do nowadays is pretty intense. but its good la, i guess we are breeding the children who will run our country in the future. i just hope they turn out like me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;my cramps are abiiiit better..i woke up to grab a bite and talk to eli for a bit, then i indulged in this GORGEOUS chocolate cake that seriously almost made the cramps disappear, and then now im online blogging, and once im done replying to my emails, im back to bed. ive got a pretty long day tmw:( ive gotta wake up at ten and maybe head to starbies with the sis to do my work, and then ive got tuition around gardens, and then im meeting eli in town around 7ish. am nottt clubbin tmw yes. gonna just rot away at mc-cafe and hameni-fy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;alrightyy, i'll be off then. tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-975226063187152625?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/975226063187152625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;my body-clock has been pretty much screwed for the past godknowshowlong, so ive been trying to get it back to normal..and its not easy:( i normally sleep around 6am-8pm..so a few days ago i thought maybe if i stayed up all the way to the next evening, i'd be so tired, i'm knock out around 7pm and wake up the next day at 7am and voila~all back to normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;but sadly..the body does not work that way. heh. took a few days tho..but finally..last night, i slept arond 3am, and then kept wakin up and going back to sleep here and there till i finally woke up at 8 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;now the main obstacle to overcome was actually stayin up the whole day, and then sleeping before midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;and thank godddd i managed toooooooo!:) hahah had to keep myself damn busy tho..so i made a list of things to do so i wouldnt have even a second of spare time to nob off into sleeep. i e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-watched two episodes of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-scrolled thru the payperview and decided on what movies i wanted to watch this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-talked to shawn for a bit on the fone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-msned with eli and we amused our hameni asses off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-went for a jog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-took a niceeee bathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-java fetched and he drove us to town (this is the one day i think i would have knocked out in the bus, so thanks love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-we sat at one of the nicest starbies ever and he did his report while i did my researched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-i went for tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-msned eli with more rubbish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-msned javaboy as well, even tho he was sittin a few cm away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-eli came to meet us to chill for a couple of hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-me and her went outside to smoke and gossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-eli left to meet her girls and me and java continued our work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-we looked thru some youtube videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-repaired my bag's zip (okkaaayy so i wont take credit for this la..you YOU. my anti-hero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-we went to wisma for dinnner, i had one of the best hokkien mees ever, with not so good sambal tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-we walked to paragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-had an INTERESTING arguement with him about language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-found out javaboy is blooody stubborn!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-he drove me home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-i rescued a babyleaf from his car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-came home and had a munchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-talked to the parents for a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-msned with ragii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-im here blogging now, any moment gonna eyes-close-and-fall-asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;im so damn tired. i hope i have an awesome dream tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6032826716991260591?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6032826716991260591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6032826716991260591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6032826716991260591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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instead of dirtydiamonddust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;why the change? im not sure. i think maybe its just cause dirtydiamonddust was abiiiit too happy and laalaa-ish for me, and since i was getting pretty nauseated from it, i'm sure you guys were as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;so yes. i killed that old one and turned the bitchswitch on:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-2595298606657462909?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2595298606657462909/comments/default' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i am sickkk. i woke up in the morning, did some stuff, wentout for abit, and then came back and knocked out till now. it's almost 8pm, and all i wanna do is stay in bed somemore. and the best part is, my sis bribes me wit KFC, but only if i get out of bed and follow her to thomson plaza, but i resist and say no, cos honestly my laziness is taking over everything today..BUT then mummy calls and asks me if i want KFC for dinner. and HOW CAN I SAY NO? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;please bear in mind, that i had the KFC two piece chicken mean last night for dinner with javaboy. he let me decide on the place, and yes, i still chose KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i'll be lucky if i dont end up becoming one big fried piece of thigh meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;anyway..im off to do some thinking..got lotsa stuff to get done and this procastination, is not gonna corrupt me anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;es todo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-3991008506952562491?l=itsthebitchswitch.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-38855710.post-939349394730715638</id><published>2008-07-21T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:13:09.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;hahahahahah this ragini very funny la. her latest blog entry..hahahahaah eeeediot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;anywayssss..i had another pretty havoc weekend...i dunno why but i thnk ive been going out waaaay too much..and i dont even plan to man. i plan to be all good girl and say home or do quiet things like watch batman *ahem* or starbify BUT then somehow i end up doing anything but. i had a full day of tuition on friday, and then when i was finally done around 8pm, i was supposed to head down to somerset to meet eli, but then i got lazy, and ended up meetin ragi and mal at the thomson starbies instead...bought my sushi for dinnnerrr, and then the three of us just rotted there till about 11 plus. i dont know HOW this eli thinks i ditched her for a BOY but yeah, hahahahah. ragi,mal! i think she's calling you both manlyyy mwahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;anywaysss...then mal and i got abit inspired to join shawn and all at gotham...it was a sudden thing, and i thought why not man. sal is supposed to do this thing every weekend where she's supposed to ask me where im going, and if i say gotham, she has to convince me to NOT go..kinda like a gotham detox i guess, after all thats happened there. but but but i sumhow evaded her sms-es hahahah and yeap, me and mal went home to change and then headed downnn. was quite the funnnnnest. joanne and john came to join us for a bit and then i headed to this new place with them for abit, and then went home after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i dont even know what time i woke up on sat, but i know it was ridiculously lateee. was supposed to meet eli around 5 but i think i only woke up around 6 plusss...and then ragi called and me her and cher made plans to go dempsey but then i realised i had already made plans to meet eli so i called el and we met in town around 8 plus...we walked by marriot and dropped in on cher and ragi to say hieee..then we went lido for dinner and some update-session, which i think we both needed badly. heh. then sal joined us and we went to mac-cafe to get our cofffeeee, and happened to bump into ragi and cher there again ahhaah so funnn. so yeah. a nice CHILLED out night was on the agenda..no alcohol involved especially since sal was driving, BUT THEN my sister called and said she and one of her best friends wanted to club, and my sister hardly ever wants to, so i was immediately up for it, cos like, hello. how can i refuse a night out wuth my awesome sistaaaaa? hahah then we convinced eli and sal to join us so we drove home with sal to drop her car off, and then we cabbed to clark quay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;started wit an amsterdamnnn...yeah. i know. but me and eli are quite the addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;then we went to mos, eli's friend cos us VIP access buttt i didnt really dig the crowd and placeee, so we left for gotham cos my sis and her friend wanted to check out the show there. we ended up buying a bottle, sat and drank, did many shots, had lotsaaaaaaaa silly fun, it was funnn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;ryan ended up at gotham toooo, yayyy. chilled with him for a bittt..then i bumped into farzy hahaha and she convinced me to follow her to this house party after gotham closed, and ryan happened to be going for the same one so yayy we all went together. it wasnt bad..altho most of it was spent havin intense conversations over our ciggies hahaha me him and my sister. then i ordered macs cos i was starving, and then my OLD sister wanted to leave mwahahaha so we cabbed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;yeah. and then i slept and woke up around 7-8plus. hahahahah talked to sal and eli for abit..then talked to malibuuu (see mewly, YOU have a nickname toooo okay?) hahah and then javaboy came over and we went for teh near my housee. i got to whine to him abit..heh. thanks darling. then i came homeeeeee and now im gonna rot like a bum:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;lazy sundays rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;es todo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;p/s. ragi- naanthaan tingting. *mwahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;see i can do the whole blogging in tamil tooooooo:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-939349394730715638?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/939349394730715638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Every finger in the room is pointing at me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring&lt;br /&gt;I got a bowling ball in my somach, I got a desert in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been looking for a savior in these dirty streets&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets&lt;br /&gt;Ive been raising up my hands, drive another nail in&lt;br /&gt;Just what God needs, one more victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I do is good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;Crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is sick of being in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a kick for a dog, beggin for love&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have my sufferingso that I can have my cross&lt;br /&gt;I know a cat named easter, he says will you ever learn&lt;br /&gt;Youre just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been looking for a savior in these dirty streets&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets&lt;br /&gt;Ive been raising up my hands- drive another nail in&lt;br /&gt;Got enough guilt to start my own religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I do is good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;Crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is sick of being in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be&lt;br /&gt;Save me&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a savior in these dirty streets&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets&lt;br /&gt;Ive been raising up my hands- drive another nail in&lt;br /&gt;Where are those angels when you need them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I do is good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;Crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is sick of being in chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6665021033939929059?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6665021033939929059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6665021033939929059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6665021033939929059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6665021033939929059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/every-finger-in-room-is-pointing-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-1792207313407499714</id><published>2008-07-17T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:16:49.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i love JB:) seriouslyyyy. its a shopping galore, without having to go all the way to KL, and the prices are almost as good. went there with the parents on tuesday, and it was pretty awesome, from the shopping to the bonding to the great local food. i had so much funnn, and i really wanna go again. too bad i didnt manage to buy even ONE pack of ciggies tho,haiyahh. but i guess my lungs will thank me for that in a few years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;yesterday went by pretty slow..had tuition and then after that i met Jas for dinner at fareast, like finalllyyy..its been ages since i saw that woman and it was nice catching up over dinner. then we both made our way down to market street to meet mikey, and we had a couple of drinks there. im liking that place muchhh, and i'd love to go back again and try the wraps and the salads and the yummy sounding martinis..mmm YUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;then then then i got tempted to club, so i went to o bar to meet joanna and john and all..mike came down abit laterrr..o bar was kinda fun,playin games with the girls and drinking, and then when it closed, as usual the night still felt kinda young so we decided to go to some afterclub. and since i was soooo against boat quay, so we went to living room at marriot, which was YUCK. seriously. SPGs galore. i mean, i like that place in the early evening but after 3 am, its seriously one sleazy joint that i would not go back to at all. so me and jo and pearl walked to macs and just ended up sitting down and catching up over breakfast, which was actually pretty damn nice. then mike came back to join us and we all went over to joanna's house with the rest to see her kitten, and then me and mike and pearl cabbed home from there. it was a pretty interesting night la heh:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;today was awesomeeeeee. hahahah yeah yeah whatever javaboy :O hahah i loved the quiet dinner and the company, and even tho i started out tired, i found myself laughing quite abit and sumhow feelin abiiiit more energetic. then javaboy drove me home and i came to bond with the parents, who tried to force me to eat some char-tar-quay but i refused and dumped mine in the fridgeee..i enjoyed my yummy dinner wayyy to much to spoil it with eating anything more:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i cant wait for tmwww..i dont really have much plans cept for dinner with the girls but i'm in the mood to do something low-key and boring and i'm just glad the weekend's here again. yay:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i shall go amuse myself online for abitttt, tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-1792207313407499714?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1792207313407499714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=1792207313407499714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1792207313407499714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1792207313407499714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-jb-seriouslyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-2295933870873609780</id><published>2008-07-14T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:46:44.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i'm currently getting the gossip from eli. hahahaaah. *does super**** arms-in-the-airrrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;wahhh. sounds like her saturday was wayyyy more eventful than mine. sal's as well..altho atleast sal gave me the gossip at 6 in the morning on sunday itself..this ninauya waits till now. hahahhah anywayy wah wah. hahaha;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;my sunday was spent in the laziest way ever known to man. i woke up sometime in the afternoon, and then just kept dozing off, in and out of bed..coulnt seem to get my bum out of bed. then around late afternoon i finally woke uppp, and then made plans with the sis and javaboy to go starbies around evening time to do our work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;sri cameover for abit, and booked his TICKET TO SPAIN. how unfair right, how damn bloody unfair. :( but im soo happy for himmm tho, hahha i hope he has a blast and that he also brings me back a hot spanish boy. i dont even know how to say that la in spanish la.? im not sure leh. my spanish is hopeless without my guidebook and im too lazy to go and get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;oh i ended up cancelling the starbies session cos mal called and wanted to meet at casuarina for thosai and an update about her work and alll, someone's gota new stylo jobbb;) *wooot* ragi and siva came as well, and sri ended up joining us after much persuasion. i love casuarina. my place rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;after dinner we took a slowww walk home..ten i had a quick pasta dinner with my parents cos my mum is the most amazing cook, and i seriously cannot resist. plus she was cookin all day so i felt bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;then i took a drive with my dad to go pass my sister and bro-in-law food, and then bought icecream on the way backkkk. nice nice. slackysunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i just woke uppp...the exterminators are in my house and ughhhh. i wish this would hurry and be over and done withhhh! its so annoyinggg. cant wait to do up my poor room, its been so abused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;am going to starbies with the sis todayyyy..javaboy's probably gonna join us as well. i am craving a caramel frappe, pronto. like right nowww. ughh. they should totally do home deliveriessss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;blehh. okay la i'm off...gotta bathe and hopefully sneak back into bed before the mummy sees me, i'm dead tired and i could use a couple hours more of running around in dreamland..especially since i was havin the most awesome one,about godknows what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;es todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-2295933870873609780?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2295933870873609780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=2295933870873609780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2295933870873609780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2295933870873609780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-currently-getting-gossip-from-eli.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5087979118526809830</id><published>2008-07-13T04:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T05:08:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;iiiii ammm happppyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i loved this weekend, it really was a breath of fresh air. abit of the same old, but somehow different. had tuition on friday, then i met javaboy for coffee at starbies, and we sat and drew some pictures hahaha im amused that he's as amused as i am with these kinda silly things. hahaha. then i got a lift home from the parents, only to go home and then spontaneously make plans with a friend, whom i call genius boy.(yes, they're all given names if they're special) hahah so we decided to go out for drinks, cos it was friday after all..and after midnight too, so we decided to go butter till we heard it was jampacked, and had to resort to O BAR la. hahah but nonetheless, bloody damn fun it was. we just sat at the bar, ordered our jugs and talked. random things, important things. basically i had a blast, and it's nice being able to just let loose like that here and there. yay for me.i even sat at the bar ALONE when he went to the toilet la. which i dont usually do,duh. sal went misssinggggg! but i ended up meetin her today so i wont complainnn:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;after o bar, we still felt abit in partyslack mode, so we headed down to MOS, and trottered around happily, people watching, and basically just bumming, in the club yes. then i got an unexpected fonecall..hahaha which was interesting, and i appreciated the kind words of course, totally didnt see that one coming. :) its nice when people move on and put the bad stuff behind them..its closure,i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;we went home after that..think genius boy was still in a partayyyy mood, since his off-days are so precious to him but i was dead tired, and i had tuition the next mornin, so i went home, ate, and knocked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;woke up, went for tuition, and then met sal and her friend gopi at brewerks, while waitin for eli to comeee. eli came, we talked with the other two for a bit and then went to get our jap food at clarkquay central. yum. thennnnn sri joined us and we bummed for abit..me and eli shared a beer and i got my haagen daaazzzz MMMM and we slacked at clarke quay for abit till ten, then sri drove us to town, where eli went to thumper and me and sri met javaboy and geniusboy and the four of us sat down and chilled, and then caught a 1am movie at cine. hancock. i was soooo against watchin the movie, but omg i loved. even tho the boys were totally overthinkin the movie hahahah. then we headed home la. all old, and tired. hips about to break any moment..one night a week is the most i can do la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;so nice. i had the late drinkin night, and then i had the gorgeous chilled out dinner with the girls and then the boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and ohmy. how fast do boys bond la. i found myself drifting off here and there during their army talk and *ahem* some other stuff i wont disclose since i want my blog to me children-friendly hahaahha yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;sooo. thats my weekend, in a nutshell. loved it, needed it,and i crave for more next week. was supposed to go to the beach tmw with sal, but i doubt she'll be up for it..plus ive got some work to do so i made plans with javaboy to starbify at thomson so we can get our work doneee. the sister toooo so i cant waiit. i love coffeee. i loveeee thomson. im so tiredddd. i neeed sleeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;g'nightttttt!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5087979118526809830?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5087979118526809830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5087979118526809830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5087979118526809830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5087979118526809830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/iiiii-ammm-happppyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-4276578587759262882</id><published>2008-07-11T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:10:11.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Buenas tardes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;most people are half-way through their day at work, and here i am, just tumbling out of bed. why? cos i got an sms from shanker saying,'wake up pig.' heh. he knows..you know..everybody seems to know what a pig i am. BUT considering that i only got to bed at 9 in the morning, i think it's fair to say thaaaaattt...mmm 2pm is not SO bad hey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;hence begins the slack weekend. i'm sitting here and packing my bag, full of tuition materials plus my other happy little materials that make my starbies outings soooo enjoyable. sitting there smoking my lungs away or drawing fanatically some random useless drawing, that makes me happyyyyy nonetheless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;and i'm craving some yummy frappe again. i swear, it's like my petrol. &lt;em&gt;Quire compre dulces. necesito comprar dulces&lt;/em&gt;. :( it's an addiction i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;okaay so i better go get readyyy. sarah, thanks for the lurrve baby! i'm not feelin sad or anythin, that drawing was from ages back la, just felt like posting it, but thank you:) mwaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;on the last random note before i leave my home for the day..amk has the most awesomest fried battered mushrooms. YUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;es todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-4276578587759262882?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4276578587759262882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=4276578587759262882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4276578587759262882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Qj58ehgFZg/SHZxrk8_BvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-CRwC8ntdRU/s400/Photo0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and thats how we all feel sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we've been torn apart, so bad, that even after you sew back the pieces, parts of you cant be mended anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tongue so sharp, ready to hurt but pierced down, so you cant say the words you wish you had. sharp teeth ready, aching to attack, but too short to defend. eyes bleeding, cos the tears have all run out. all the fights pierced into your brain, like sharp rusty nails that dont go away. tied down to something so explosive, knowing that you should really get away, but you cant seem to cut the strings that tie you down and make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the make-up and the pretty clothes dont help. even the long fake eye-lashes dont disguise the pain inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how pretty can you be, when you're so unpretty inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we've all felt that way before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&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/38855710-5492198913654322093?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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/_9Qj58ehgFZg/SHZxrk8_BvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-CRwC8ntdRU/s72-c/Photo0516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38855710.post-4517879999893675078</id><published>2008-07-11T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:15:16.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Creo que hay un, no estoy sequra todavia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;it feels like something's different, yet i cant quite put my finger on it. kinda feels like the balance has shifted abit, and i'm not very sure if its really a mistake yet, or just the way things are meant to be. the thing with me is, i get numb. and that stops me from doing the things i should, or perhaps saying things i should say. instead i pull away, hide, and take solace in the fact that god is watching so if its meant to work out, it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i had a lazy day today, so lazy in fact, i think i put regular couch potatos to shame heh. i dont even know what time i finally got out of bed, but then after a nice cold shower and a bit of cleaning, i was back in bed with my monkey jacket and my precious laptop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i digress for second to say, to whoever invented the internet, muchas gracias. i dont know WHAT i'd do on rainy days, if i didnt have this magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;anywayyy. the only form of exercise i did today was to walk out and get a pack of ciggies with my sis, and then we had a teh at the pratashop so i guess all the calories i lost with the walk, i gained back with the teh. hehhh. oh but the one productive thing i did today was to finish my drawing, yayyy. sometimes i wish i could just hop inside one of my drawings, you know? run away to that magic fairyland with the friendly giants and perfect princes, even the goblins would be a breathe of fresh air, away from here. i think i need a holiday again. really. just need to get out and clear my head before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;ive been reading up on my spanish, so excuse the 'action step senorita' as eli would call it hahahah but seriously this helps me remember leh. so bear wit it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;its so weird how a few people have told me recently that i really seem to be living in my head, and i realized that its actually quite true. but like sal said, its not exactly a bad thing. i kinda like living in my head..and im happy most of the time, so why not? in fact you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;can join me and &lt;em&gt;esta en su casa. &lt;/em&gt;i think you might like it:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;anyways..tmw's gonna be a nice slack day as well..ive only got to get up around 12 and get some stuff done, then head over for tuition at gardens, and then go for dinner with the rest. holland again. i used to hang out there SO MUCH a few years back, and then for some reason i stopped,but sal and all have been loyal ever since. ive started again tho..and i'm loving it. i hope they dont renovate it too much and make it like every other place in singapore. i mean honestly, i still love dempsey but its just becoming toooo popular for my liking. sometimes when u wanna get away with ur friends and have dinner and a couple of drinks, u dont wanna have to bump into the whole world, and thats exactly what happens nowadays when u go to dempsey or clark quay or thereabouts. so yes, im loving holland, for its ambience, the people who hang out there and the tons of gorgeous food they have thereeee, my next target is the steak at harrys. oh yes. cantwait for tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se hace tarde. &lt;/em&gt;i better be getting some sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;*Hablo muy poco espanol, so lo siento. Hasta luego;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-4517879999893675078?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4517879999893675078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=4517879999893675078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4517879999893675078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4517879999893675078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/creo-que-hay-un-no-estoy-sequra-todavia.html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38855710.post-6172480286367006092</id><published>2008-07-10T04:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:25:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Pray to God you can cope&lt;br /&gt;I stand outside&lt;br /&gt;This woman's work&lt;br /&gt;This woman's world&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, it's hard on the man&lt;br /&gt;Now his part is over&lt;br /&gt;Now starts the craft of the father&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a little life in you yet&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a lot of strength left&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a little life in you yet&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a lot of strength left&lt;br /&gt;I should be crying but I just can't let it show&lt;br /&gt;I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;All the things I should've said that I never said&lt;br /&gt;All the things we should of done that we never did&lt;br /&gt;All the things I should've given but I didn't&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling make it go&lt;br /&gt;Make it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me them back to me&lt;br /&gt;Give that little kiss&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a little life in you yet&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a little strength left&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a little life in you yet&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a little strength left&lt;br /&gt;I should be crying but I just can't let it show&lt;br /&gt;I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things we should've said that were never said&lt;br /&gt;All the things we should've done that we never did&lt;br /&gt;All the things that you needed from me&lt;br /&gt;All the things that that you wanted from me&lt;br /&gt;All the things I should of given but I didn't&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling make it go away&lt;br /&gt;Just make it go away now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-A woman's worth: Maxwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6172480286367006092?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6172480286367006092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6172480286367006092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6172480286367006092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6172480286367006092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/pray-to-god-you-can-cope-i-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-229423378337328797</id><published>2008-07-10T03:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:59:06.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohmygawd finally. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've kinda like been dying without my blog..the stupid thing decided to die on me, what with the background going crazy and the tagboard being the new best friend of all these retarded random advertisements. so first things first, i got a new background, a dark one, yay:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then i changed back to my cbox from my previous blog, hence the old 2007 message hahaha oh well. cbox rocks, so yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers to my new babyyyy, my secluded online diary that thankfully after almost a year of oblivion, is once again my own private place for me to rant and rave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've been doing alot since the last post, and realizing alot too. i'm almost done with most of my school preparation, and now im just awaiting on my room to be ready so i can start with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the re-decoration. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant waiiiit for that man, i miss having my nice pretty room to retire to everydayyyy:( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and MAN I MISS MY CLOTHES that are all mostly packed in boxes, except for ONE box of clothes that i've been living out of for the past few months. :( But the end of this torture is near, and im all tingly with excitement, cos i really really REALLY cant wait to have my own little hole again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so yes. thats about it in my boring life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other than that, i went for a pretty awesome 'house part-ayyy' last weekend, then ended up going to gotham with my friends. went for the post-party at farzi's after that but while the rest were busy drinking(omg im a lightweight) i happily went to sleep on farzi's bed after supper-ing, completely knocked out on her hugeee bed, fit for a queen i swear. i kid you not, its really one hell of a bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then the next day when everyone woke up, they were all making plans to go to dempsey for brunch. where do these people get their limitless energy? and i thought i was mad when i get into party mode! heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mean normally brunch at dempsey would excite me buuuuut i was kinda exhausted from the night before, and even after bathing at farzi's place, i still had no energy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but after much persuasion i got into the car and drove with them anyway, and then sal called and i spontaneously made plans to meet her at holland. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know righttt..after saying i was tired and all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but somehow a slack-lunch-and-bitching session with one of my best friends was something i definitely had energy for.. so i met her and i ate my salmon caesar salad at coffee beannnn, then me and sal headed over to harry's and ummm..yeah. we ordered a couple of kilkennys hahahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh well. beer in the afternoon is not considered drinking, isit? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then we met up with one of her friends, Fang, and had an interesting discussion on psychology and turtles (hahaha) and then me and sal continued our little girlie session on our own, till javaboy came to join us for dinner at harry's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh man, i wish i had taken fotos of the food there, its actually pretty awesome. we had some seafood platter, this chicken salad and garlic bread, and another round of drinks. then sal went to meet her friend and me and javaboy headed over to town to catch a movie, but since there were only super late shows and i wanted to be home at a reasonable hour, we just ended up driving around for abit and looking at all the GORGEOUS houses at holland, and then we headed home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice,nice, NICE weekend:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday went normal...met grace at fareast to pass her something, then met sal and javaboy at the liat coffeebean, and we headed over to Substance to buy our shoes, i love the shoes there man. we go waaaay back, i think we were shopping there since we were 18 hahah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anywayyy..sal bought this gorgeous pair of heels and i got my ribbon-y black and silver flats. im so going back this weekend to get a couple more pairssss:) oh oh oh and i wanna get my two vintage bags from holland. freakin ex, but seriously, ive never been as in love with any bag as im am with these two, so i figured its worth blowing the paycheck on..seriously. i lovee. they're both black bags but oh my gawd. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;korean couture , need i say more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh how i digress. anyway after me and sal bought our shoes, me and javaboy went to have dinner and catch a show at lido..i had my oriental chicken salad hahah mm im pretty much addicted to salads, and then we caught 'Wanted'. such a freakin awesome movieeee. he didnt really like it but i didddd. :) :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and angelina jolie really IS hot la..how unfaiiiiiirrr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday was pretty awesome toooo. had tuition and since i finished late, eli went home first and then met me for our dinner and coffee date at holland. we were planning on buying our vintage bags but the shop was closed:( so we grabbed dinner and then went to starbies to do our thingggg. yes, camwhore and analyze all the aspects of our beeyootifool lives:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, we SHOULD throw rocks at boys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or zappatos. *giggles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and. i bought my awesome monkey jacket at holland, which i lovelovelove.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway. the starbies session ended pretty late, but me and eli managed to bus homeeee. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i loveee my beeetches.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was pretty cool too...its been a string of slack-days with the ones that are dearest to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had tuition at hougang, with my favourite tuition kid cos i swear he thinks i'm god hahah and then i headed down to thomson plaza to meet the sister for dinner and coffeee...we stuffed our faces with KFC and then went to starbies, where she did some work while i drew some random pictures on my new materials:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love drawing la, i seriously dont know many other things that make me that happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okayyy..so i better head off. this is one hell of a looong post but its been ages since i last blogged and well, i just felt like raving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and thats what this blog is for, init?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so hasta la vista, adios!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-229423378337328797?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/229423378337328797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=229423378337328797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/229423378337328797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/229423378337328797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/ohmygawd-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-4365242363465036542</id><published>2008-06-10T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:01:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now here's the thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sitting here at home, studying for my final theory and planning my schedule for the week, re-arranging tuitions and all, and im feeling good. i'm feeling healthy. and i'm feeling itchy. it's a disease i tell you, its the i-cannot-be-at-home-for-more-that-five-days-straight, and i've been bitten bad by this bug. i'm not alllll that well, definitely not my normal hyper self but my nails are all done and i'm having a good hair day and i reallllyyyy wanna go out. BUT its tuesday...and i'm supposedly under house arrest till tmw, so i can be all well and ready for my make-up tuitions. *sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just asked my mum if i could atleast go out and do my school stuff, and she said YES! yayyy. hahahah fresh air, here i come. okay so thats abit of an exaggeration but hell, ive been at home sick and needy since thursday night and i just wanna get out. ive got to get the photo done, make some photocopies of some documents and go down to school to hand in something. so many thingssss...was contemplating meetin malibu but then she wants to go town and i figure im not up for chilling in town with her and shawn today cos i dont have that much energy, even tho i love them many manyyyyy:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh no. see. now that i've gotten permission, and ive got things to get done, i suddenly feel lazy and this crazy intense urge to go and check the tv guide to see whats on tv today, hehehehh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh well. i better make up my mind quick. im giving myself half an hour to decide if i have the energy, or non-laziness to go out and get my stuff done. *huge sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm such a bum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-4365242363465036542?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4365242363465036542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=4365242363465036542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4365242363465036542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4365242363465036542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-heres-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5096819423526958893</id><published>2008-06-09T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:10:16.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i gotta say, im back to my tv addiction, and i just spent 5 glorious hours in front of the magic box. i ended of my marathon with 'Fist of Zen', which im telling you..is absolutely awesome. its the funniest laaa..its this reality show on MTV where they make these 5 college guys, each time a different group, do these stupid-ass stunts that are either realllyy painful or torturous..and if they complete it, they get a 100 pounds for each stunt. and they cannot make any noise while they're doing it too..and its so hilarious cos some of the shit they do is so ridiculous and i think it takes all they have to not burst out laughing at the poor friend who was chosen to do that particular stunt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like today..one of the guys had to eat an entire plate of crackers smothered in wasabi..hahahhahahaha damn funny la. for those of you that are sushi fans, you'll know that wasabi is not to be eaten in big amounts..unless you wanna feel like ur brains bursting and steam is coming out of your ears..hahahahhah so funny to watch them torture themselves like that la...anyway he ended up throwing up after the first cracker so they didnt earn the 100 pounds for that stunt. poor guy:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one other stunt was that this guy had to jump up and down on a trampoline, and on top was this major sticky tape, and everytime he jumped, some of his hair was ripped off. HAHAHHAHAHHAH. and he had to jump like 20 times...omg. i cant take it laaaa..either im too easily amused or that show is really the funniest shit on tv. and when i say funniest shit, i mean that literally. i admit its crap, but its freakin entertaining nonetheless and im a BIG fan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okayyyyy. so thats it about my new favourite show. somethin tells me im gettin back into my sadistic phase hehhh. after that i got excited to see that entourage was showing on one of the movie channels, only to find out they were all repeats. sigh. so i decided to come online.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tmw's my last day to recover..wednesday onwards ive got many things to do..starting with a full day of tuition to make up for last saturday, and then im heading out with the girls. thursday i was thinking of meetin ragi for our sake sushi date which has been impending for the longest time, to no avail, and the friday, BIG plans with the girls again. i cant wait la. im in party mode, this malini i think got me into it hahah oh well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k la..im gonna go do some work now, byeeeee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5096819423526958893?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5096819423526958893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5096819423526958893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5096819423526958893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5096819423526958893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-gotta-say-im-back-to-my-tv-addiction.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-8259216175859888870</id><published>2008-06-09T13:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:26:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Men are from mars, women are from snickers'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heheheh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i gotta say, its lame..but i love it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its so true, isnt it? we're really from two completely different worlds tho..there are just too many times when i wonder what the hell is happening in the 'other' one's head, and i think and i think and try and analyze, but to no avail. there's really no point..i used to tell myself that there was no point trying to find answers, when i didnt even know what the questions were, but then, like a bomb dropping on my head, i realise there's no point trying to find the answers when honestly, there are none.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the risk of sounding sexist, i have to say, men are quite stupid, clueless, ignorant; pick and choose the more suitable option for your boy but im guessing one of those three will suffice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sick of trying to figure out whats happening..i'm really finally quite done with it, and ive been for a while but i guess today is declaration day for me, and i wanna shout it out loud to the whole world, i'm DONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok, i'm done with the jaded-ness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on a sadder note, i've been struck with the flu again. yes, AGAIN. remember just recently, i went thru the two-week torture of a high fever and coughing and throwing up incessantly? well i think god decided that that wasnt enuff, and maybe it's cos i didnt stick to my quiting smoking thing, so karma came around and bit me in the ass and made me too sick to even THINK about smoking:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday was spent tuitioning, and then i decided to be a good girl and stay home and rest and save my energy, since i had a full day of tuition on saturday, and many many plans for the night. BUT as fate would have it..i ended up spending my weekend not even at home, but at the hospital:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woke up on sat, after a night of tossing and turning, and i INSISTED on going to tuition cos hell, its my money-maker at this point and saturdays are my jackpot cos i have tuition after tuition..so i left at ten and went for my first tuition at hougang. daddy drove me, and i threw up in the car. but nooo...i didnt listen to my body and i still insisted on going ahead..so i went to give tuition until after about an hour, i had to throw up again so i threw up inthe poor tuition kid's toilet:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then i decided i really wasnt superwoman, so i called my dad to fetch me, and cancelled the rest of my tuitions:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;came home to sleep...eneded up throwing up like 8 more times..i couldnt even retain water..and that, i tell you, is not a good feeling. so by evening i had to be taken to A&amp;amp;E cos i mean the fact is that there was no way i could heal if i wasnt even able to keep my medicine down, right? A&amp;amp;E was not as bad as i thought..i usually hate hospitals and doctors but after the three injections and the drip, i was feeling much better and thankful that i wasnt gonna puke myself to death, heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so THAT, was my exciting weekend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now, i leave, to wash off my face masque and to go bug my sister for awhile. ta!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-8259216175859888870?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8259216175859888870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=8259216175859888870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8259216175859888870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8259216175859888870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/men-are-from-mars-women-are-from.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-9070004172032126023</id><published>2008-06-06T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:25:50.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was reading kam's blog, and i have to say i agree. With almost everything, right up to the fact that the Sex and the City movie was the bombbbbb la, really. everything about it, the clothes, the shoes, carrie's life, altho i have to say..i dont think she's the prettiest of the pretty. but hell, if i looked like her and had her life, i wouldnt be complaining ONE bit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think its pretty nice how we've all seem to do away with the fair-weather friends..the ones who only seem to call you when they need help or the 'clubbing kakis', or even the shallow 'hiiieeeeeeeeeeeee how are youuuuuu' and then they look away before you can even answer hahah i love my little circle of friends... i can safely say that everyone i choose to spend my time with, whether its a late night or just a casual lunch, is someone that i care about and want to spend that time with.i really have no energy for anyone else. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its nice that we've all come so far. we all have our certain few that we'd do anything for and at the sametime, we know they've got our back. And furthermore, its nice that we've all reach a point(i call it grownup-dom) where we're all at peace with eachother, and everyone's basically happy. and its so true..its these few friends that really know u inside out, and will pull you back when ur abt to screw up, or will be there yelling their ass off if youve already screwed up, but at the same time, making things all better again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my awesome foursome..mal was looking thru my planner yesterday and she saw that i had written 'drinks with A4 at marriot', and she was like "A4? who the hell is A4 shola arent u supposed to be having drinks with usss?" and then i was like yeahh malibooo...you ARE A4, it stands for awesome foursome, tscch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaha ummm yeah. did i mention sumthin earlier about me being a grownup? maybe not so much huh? hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had many plans for this weekenddddd...starting with a romantic dinner wit ragi, and then a happening night out with shawn and all tmw, but unfortunately after i came home yesterday, i fell sickens again:( i dont know whats up la..i just recovered from a bad flu barely a week ago, and now it looks like i'm getting sick again, and thats just damn annoying. especially now, cos being sick means not being able to do pretty much anything, and i cant afford that right now. so i hope it was just a passing fever that i had last night, and i that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be fine by the time the evening rolls around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maliboo's leavin for KL twwww:( we will miss yewww mewly, even if its just for the weekendddd. haiyah. cant wait till babygirl's exciting birthdayyyy, cos that one usually has a two week affair of a celebration hahahah yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok..im gonna go rest abit, before tuition later. i swear i should be sleeping in and not leaving the house but i dont think cancelling tuition is a good idea, regardless of shawn's nagging me about how its irresponsible if i go and teach and pass the flu on to my kids. i'm not sick nowwww...kinda.. heh heh. well, i wont be after my hour's nap atleast. *fingers crossed*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toodles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-9070004172032126023?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/9070004172032126023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=9070004172032126023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/9070004172032126023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/9070004172032126023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-reading-kams-blog-and-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-7813841308676409047</id><published>2008-06-04T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:10:59.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my hair is jet black againnn, finally:) its so funny but i only feel this happy about my hair when its black, i dont know whyyyy, but yay! anyway. i cant believe i began my blog entry talking about my hair la hahaha whoops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm homeeeeee. had a long day of tuition today..ended up in hougang for the last one, and after i was done i was gonna head down to holland to meet the rest for drinks but sally la, took forever at her hair salon and my bus to holland from hougang passed my house first so i happily got off, being the lazy cow that i am..thinking that i would just go home to rest for a bit but nooooooo...i get sidetracked by the clam chowder soup and sandwiches and chocolate rumballs that were at my place, so i ended up spendding an hour on my couch munching and watching tv. which..if i'm being honest, was exactly what i felt like doing:) so yayy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sallyy...i wanna see your haircut. omg. pls tell me when you say you're going short, you dont mean boy-short..AHHH. see la. this is what happens when we girls break up..we cut our hair. explain to me why we associate cutting off our hair with cutting off the old relationships and starting new? its weird, but sumhow thats what most of us do. i totally would have as well, but i love my long hair, so i settled with just colouring my hair black, which was change enuff for meeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im tireddd...my cough started again, thanks to the mum, so im gonna take the cough mixture and knock outtt..tmw's a super long day la:( booo. so many admin things to do for school..must go take a picture for my pass as well..haiyah. but im looking forward to finishing them off, and having free time over the weekend to gym and swim and spa, since i wasnt able to do all that during the 2 weeks that i was sick. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okaayyy..gonna go chill with the sister for abit. byeeeee:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-7813841308676409047?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7813841308676409047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=7813841308676409047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7813841308676409047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7813841308676409047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-hair-is-jet-black-againnn-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-2536105105518715559</id><published>2008-06-03T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:43:05.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;and another week goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;it feels like the days are flying past..and at first i felt like i had too much time on my hands, what with school starting only in september, but now it feels like ive got way too little time again. i think it was becauseof the whole group of us falling sick la..which the exception of miss ragini, who is too healthy to fall victim to the damn flu bug, unlike the rest of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i need to digress for a second..my dog is superhero calibre when it comes to sniffing out food, i think. seriously. i just took out a bottle of nutella and a spoon and she already comes running to me, lies her chin on my leg and stares up with those puppy-dog eyes, literally. wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;the weekend went nice and easyyyyy. friday went more or less as planned..me and ragi met up for dinner, walked around bugis looking for a place that enticed us both, and we settled on the Soup Kitchen, because it had her felaffal ( i think thats how u spell it la) and i saw the wild mushroom soup, which i had with a smoked salmon sandwich and iced-tea. YUM. then malibu met us and the three of us went to catch Sex and the city. ok. i gotta say. it was one hell of a movieeeeeeeee! i LOVED it LOVED it LOVED it LOVED it. seriouslyyyyy...im not at all disappointed, despite the fact that everyone was building up the movie and you know how that is..u get your hopes high only to have them crash right down on your popcorn but noooo..in this case, i LOVED it. mr biggggggggg...sigh. and carrie's shoes and clothes, to die for. i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;then after the movie we sent ragi off cos she had work the next day, and me and mal took a slow walk down to clarkquay, and went to get drinks at iguana...then i went to meet shawny for a bit at gotham, and then after gotham i went to boat quay for a tiny bit, then went home. saturdays are LONG days for me so i wanted my sleep la..had tuition starting super early. i dont know how, but i managed to wake up and go for all my tuition...then i took a train down to novena and went to see triston for a little whileeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;viv was there and he's the funniest with the baby la..its so damn funny how triston actually responds to that boy hahaah aww man..i wanna see the baby againnnnnn, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;then after steffie's i went down to clark quay, and met shawn and all at the bridge..sat with them while they drank their beer, i had no stomachefor alcohol at all..then i met ragi and we joined mal and bhavna and all at coffee club...i had my fish and chippies and ragi had her strawberry shortcake and sum really yummy drink. i swear ah..our group really revolves around food la. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;thennnnnnnnn...mal went to join shawna nd all at gotham and me and ragi just walked around abit, sat down and chilled..talkin about the old days and vibes and everything la. that girl and me really go wayyyy back la..and i think she's put up with so much with me and mal, yet she's always the super cool and classy one, thats pretty low maintenance when it comesto friendship. dunno how she does it la, but like i said ragimahh, if u need to ever shriek on the fone at 7 in the morning, im hereeee. love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;yayyy kam's blogging again! hahaha lazy girl didnt for so many many months. she claims 6 but its actually 8 hahaha but yayy atleast the long hiatus is finally overrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;haiyah see laa..i really just ramble on ah?anywayyyy. i came back after chilling with ragi till 4am on saturday, and then i bathed and knocked out and completely didnt wake up untill monday..seriously. 23 hours of sleep. due to my long saturday i guess. hence the not picking up calls and so called going MIA la. then monday came and i went for tuition, then went for dinner, then talked to mal and shawn on conference for about and hour, then slacked la. and todayyyyyyy..im kinda looking forward to today...im going over to mal's once shes done with bringing her dog to the vet, then we'recoming back to my place arnd 7 cos she's havin dinner with a friend at casuarina and i gotta meet my mum for grocery shopping and to get sum school stuff doneeee. im gonna rest now for abit cos my tummy's acting up again. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;ok laaaa..enuff rambling for today. now THAT was completely frivolous ranting,righttttt? heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-2536105105518715559?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2536105105518715559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=2536105105518715559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2536105105518715559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2536105105518715559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-another-week-goes-by.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-7919946732580522342</id><published>2008-05-30T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:47:10.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daddy bought me kinder bueno, yay:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND i found a frozen toblerone in the freezer. today must be my lucky day, OR god just really understands that i need my chocolate since ive been having very little of everything else:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there wasnt much on tv, so i scrolled thru the countless movie channels and cable and came across 'the hills have eyes'. i vaguely remembered mal and ragi telling me what a shitty movie it was, but nooo, i refused to lsten to the voices in my head telling me that i was just about to waste my time, and i sat down with all my munchies and watched the entire movie. i actually sat thru the whole damn thing mostly because i was too damn lazy to get off the couch, heh. such a dumb show la. no hot boys, not much of a plot(big surprise) and WAAAAY too much blood la. i dont understand how people get a kick out of watching that much gore and violence. its horrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have to sleep soon i guess, gotta force myself. LONG day tmw, but im looking forward to every bit of it..meeting Neo at cityhall around three, we're gonna walk around and bum and slack and explore all cityhall has to offer..my kinda day la. hahah then i'm meetin ragi and all to watch sex and the city..i'm not sure if our sizzler's date is still on, but whatever it is, im sure it'll be an aesome foursome outing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i better goooo. my brain's not working already. i STILL dont know what to do about my hair la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(   :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-7919946732580522342?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7919946732580522342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=7919946732580522342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7919946732580522342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7919946732580522342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/daddy-bought-me-kinder-bueno-yay-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5027972542210676407</id><published>2008-05-29T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:25:17.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had a weird day todayyy...spent most of the night watching a new show that alissa recommended to me, and i LOVED it. but unfortunately, me being me, i finished the entire season in one sitting so tonight i have nothing to watch againnnn:( hahahah its called 'Samantha who?' and i tell you, its freakin awesome. watch it! despite all that maliboo has ranted about on her blog, ignore, and come over to the dark sideeeeeeee:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i spent a long time conditioning my hair in the morning..using this new avocado thing but im so annoyed la..i made this vow to not colour my hair for a LONG time, so like almost 9 months ago, i dyed my hair black at the salon. BUT for some insane reason, the colour slipped and now its all brownish below, and i absolutely HATE that. i mean the reason why i even dyed it black was because i cannot stand the whole roots showing thing..so can u imagine how i feel now? i could just go and get it coloured again but i really dont wanna put anymore chemicals into my hair. so annoying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i realllyyyy want a change tho. for those of you that know me, u should know ive been trying to grow my hair for the longest time, cos i realllyyy wanna have LONG CURLY hair. like up to my bum. but the process of waiting things out and growing it is just so lechehhh...and i cannot tahan. i feel like i wanna change now..and i was whining to kam yesterday and asking her if i should cut my hair and she's like the only one who gave me a big 'NO!' which made me feel like okayyy..growing my hair thus far has been kinda worth it. hahaha thanks kam hahah ive decided not to cut my hairrr but since i need a change, i might take everyone's advice and just straighten the damn thing.and cut bangs. like i did for fun a few weeks back but not permanently. see how la. but i'm so anti-straightening tho..its such a bitch to maintain. and curly hair is funnnnn..but not at this inbetween stage la. so howwww? should i be patient? i dunno.. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just smsed my sister asking her to buy me chocolate home. called my parents also but they're not picking uppp:( i hope someone buys me goodies la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so meannnnn! i just called my dad again and he said they were already in the car on the way home and couldnt stop to buy my coke and choccies. :( so EVIL. i dont know how some people can be so cold hearted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never mind..lucky my sis is gonna give me some coke from her secret storage upstairs:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay, im gonna go watch tv for a bit. thursdays are good couchpotato-whore days!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see yaaaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5027972542210676407?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5027972542210676407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5027972542210676407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5027972542210676407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5027972542210676407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-weird-day-todayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-2658125331416799929</id><published>2008-05-28T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:38:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i jus went to meet soma and his gf for teh at the prata shop near my house..first time i'm meeting her and she's just sooo funny la! hahaha i really had a nice time, the two of them are the cutest together hahaha its adorable.seeing people like that kinda makes me think that there IS hope for relationships. she's going to europe for holidayyyyyy next week, and i'm most jealous. he's going around the same time to india with his family and I'M gonna be stuck in boring old singapore.but i'll be bumming, so i'm not complaining. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after teh, they walked me back home so she could say hi to my dog..my dog ah, really is the friendliest thing ever hahah such a little fat happy pig of a dog. mmm i'm still abit hyperrr...dunno why. maybe its cos i slept too long?i think yes. haiyahh. HOWWW?there's like nothing good to watch on tv, so what am i gonna dooo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-2658125331416799929?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2658125331416799929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=2658125331416799929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2658125331416799929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2658125331416799929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-jus-went-to-meet-soma-and-his-gf-for.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-3244608168109062899</id><published>2008-05-28T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:55:36.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just got up..i have no idea how i slept thru the entire day..considering that i didnt even sleep all that late last night! :) im a piggyyyyy. i slept thru everyone's call..sal,mal,shawn hahaha wahh so shiok. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was supposed to meet sal for drinks at timbre today but i cant..no energy la..must travel..then to drink beer also requires a certain amout of energy which surprisingly i cant imagine summoning, for a while. then because i overslept..i missed having lunch with malibuuu..im such a lousy friend some times la:( haiyah sorry maliboobyyyyyyyyy. makeit up to youuu. maybe i'll pop by for ur happy little pizza party tonight and say hellooo..cos now that i'm awake, i'm so damn bored la. so damn bored and hyper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've been having nice dreams man..not the same as the one on the hills muahahah but still..very exciting and real dreams..i guess thats why i sleep so long, cos im really enjoying myself in my slumber hahaha u know..for all u know..maybe i am drifting off into another place wheer there's no worries and no heartaches..just many many happy things to dream about. mmmm. now i'm looking forard to bedtime again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wonder where the parents went..i hope they bring home yummy food and not like soup or porridge or some sickfood like that..cos my appetite's back and i'm ready to attack all the food i havent had for like two weeks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, before i go and call malibu to see if i'm really invited to be extra to her pizza partyy...even tho i already ate, i can provide my amazing company:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaha yeaps anyway. tmw, watcha channel U at 8 pm, and guys, vote for Shawn Kishore! he's in the running to be the top bartender, and i think he could use all the support he can get. ive seem him do his stuff, and he's prety amazing so u wont be wrong to vote for him! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright..gonna go now, tata!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-3244608168109062899?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3244608168109062899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=3244608168109062899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3244608168109062899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3244608168109062899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-got-up.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5007199430578547254</id><published>2008-05-27T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:35:10.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WILL I SURVIVE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY damn show that i'm into, had its LAST episode last weeeeeek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:( Cannot laa...i rushed home today early-ish somemore, just so i could watch my gossipgirl, one tree hill and how i met your mother. but they're all done until like..september!:( HOW CAN? cannot la. i cannot survive on just the television itself..s'pore is so backdated. BOO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today's been so frustrating enough as it is..i went to the polyclinic to get more meds so that i can completely clear my flu, (yes shawn's nagging actually got to me) and i was stuck there for like hours la! the queue was ridiculously long, and when i finally registered and got my number, i had to wait outside the damn doctor's room for like almost two hours. wtf? he was taking forever with each patient..and taking forever even when there was no patient in the room. i mean, just because its a POLYCLINIC and its meant for the average public who dont wanna waste their money seeing private doctors, it doesnt mean we should have to wait like dogs for hours and hours while the doctors do god knows what inside. im sure there's a way they can make it more efficient and cut down on the waiting time. ridiculous la..by the time i saw the doctor, i was boiling mad. and then he refuses to give me any more antibiotics, instead he just dumps this cough syrup prescription on me and tells me i'm fine. and there i was coughing like a fool with lungs so full of crap...but no, apparently thats OKAY to him. ass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and THEN. after i got my meds and paid my bill (that queue also was one helluva long journey) after thaaaat..i go outside, and DROP my bag of meds..and of course, knowing my luck, the syrup bottle was made of the cheapest glass ever, so it broke, all over everything in my bag..which happened to have these yummy gourmet chocs that i had just bought. so i had to go BUY new syrup..and washaway all the stickiness from the stuff in the bag and all over my hands. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lucky the rest of the day went pretty well...i met eli at cityhall and we went to have salmon caesar salad, which i LOVE, and then chris came to meet us and the three of us shopped abit, and then sat down at coffeee bean and had coffee. me and eli had our dulce de leche..which the minahs at SB cannot pronounce for nuts. but still, its a damn good drink, so i was happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whining with eli makes me happier. i cant wait for the day when we DONT have to whine anymore, but till then, my kokocrunch partner in crime is pretty damn awesome. birthday coming soon also horrrrr? mwahahah. stripper alert. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay la. im gonna see if there's ANYTHING to watch at all..couchpotato-whore needs her daily dosage, now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5007199430578547254?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5007199430578547254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5007199430578547254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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had...maaaaan. if i could only close my eyes and be back there, even if it was only a dream, it was gorgeous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;its been a while, and i miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;after i got back from lunch just now, i bummed online for a bit, and then went to watch Family Guy on tv..they're showing old episodes, whats new. i think i've watched every show there is to watch la. ok here's a list, just to prove how i have way too much time on my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;veronica mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;one tree hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;gossip girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;sex and the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;ugly betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;how i met your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;greys anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;private practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;dirty sexy money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;cashmere maffia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and mind you...when i say ive watched these shows, i mean ive watched all the seasons, right up to the most recently released episodes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i wish i hadnt tho...cos i'd do anything to watch them all again for the first time. mannn..i'm such a couchpotato-whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;anyway as i was sayinggg...after Family Guy, i felt abit lazy so i took a nap...and ended up sleeping for almost 3 hours while my parents went to the countryclub and came back, all while i was happily knocked out in my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;dreaming awayyyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;mannn..i hope i dream the same thing when i sleep later tonight. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-4056318669535388508?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4056318669535388508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=4056318669535388508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4056318669535388508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4056318669535388508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-just-telling-ragi-about-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-138574253837074691</id><published>2008-05-26T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:33:53.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta stay true&lt;br /&gt;my morals got me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Im begging please&lt;br /&gt;stop playing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I dont know what this is&lt;br /&gt;cos you got me good&lt;br /&gt;just like you knew you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what you do&lt;br /&gt;but you do it well&lt;br /&gt;I’m under your spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;why wont you release me&lt;br /&gt;you got me begging you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;why won't you release me&lt;br /&gt;I said release me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you think that I&lt;br /&gt;will be something on the side&lt;br /&gt;but you got to understand&lt;br /&gt;that i need a man&lt;br /&gt;who can take my hand yes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what this is&lt;br /&gt;but you got me good&lt;br /&gt;just like you knew you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what you do&lt;br /&gt;but you do it well&lt;br /&gt;Im under your spell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-Mercy by Duffy; im pretty much in love with this song, shes a white artiste but her voice, its amazing. She's got the whole amy winehouse vibe going on, minus the drugs, so if u havent heard of her already, go check her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i gotta stay true &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my morals got me on my knees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm begging please &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop playing games'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-138574253837074691?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/138574253837074691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=138574253837074691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/138574253837074691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/138574253837074691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-you-but-i-gotta-stay-true-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-1508320809660304594</id><published>2008-05-26T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:30:08.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's so damn HOT. i met malibu for lunch at thomson..i went to the shop to meet her first so i could see all the new doggies, and ohmy goodness. there were these two little chihuahua-like puppies that were clinging to eachother, and whining their tiny asses off..so cute la. And then diesel came hounding me *ahem* i'll not even go into the reason why.. hahah anyway i got traumatized and dragged mal out of the shop so we could go eat cos i was starrrvviingggg. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanted to go thomson plaza for my popiah, but unfortunately, me and malibu together are like laziness personified, so we decided to eat at Longhouse, which is just next to the petshop..and i ended up getting nasi lemak, which i couldnt finish..story of my life these days..whats happening to my appetiteeeee:( and mal got her mee siam, which looked pretty damn good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manjan stall owner as being abit of a friendly weirdo so we decided to change tables..he was askin me very excitedly if i was indian and what not and i was very tempted to tell him one big story but then mal was there and i figured i'd get lectured so i just shuttup and we moved to another table hahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was supposed to meet chris in townnnn..to bum, maybe play pool..but its so hot and i really had no energy to do anything but come home..but i made plans to meet him tmw so i'm gonna sleep early and make sure i dont get all lazy tmw cos he's leaving soooooon to go back to aussie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and malibooby had an interesting lunch..i'm loving my girls la..i think its only with these few that i can sit down and talk about absolutely anything with..and not have to like make polite conversation to cover up the uncomfortable silence..i HATE that. in fact..i think i'm pretty much incapable of talking to people that i'm not comfortable with. which is whyyy i love my awesome foursome, cos we can talk about absolutely anything and everything and it just never gets stale.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sri came over yesterdayyy..i left my sunnies in his car the week b4 and he knows how i CANNOT survive without them, so the kind boy came to drop them at my place...then i dragged him to follow me to buy icecream cos ive been sick and deprived and i reallly needed one..but when i bought it, i took a few bites and then lost my appetite so my happy fat dog got to enjoy the rest of it hahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm gonna go bum for a whileee...hope there's good stuff on tv today!:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh and malibooobyyy...NOW i understand about that damn annoying manjan kid at your shop today. OH MY GAWD. i think if i had stayed longer, i would have smacked her myself. i swear..fat annoying brats shouldnt be allowed to play/torture animals like that..i was soooo scared she was going to pop the poor dog into her mouth any moment. i hope nothing catastrophic happened after i left for home heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh well..my prayers are with the poor tiny white dog she was mauling away at.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-1508320809660304594?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1508320809660304594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=1508320809660304594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1508320809660304594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1508320809660304594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-so-damn-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-2083648071116122101</id><published>2008-05-26T04:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T04:48:59.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;okaaaay...so i was talking to Jiv and we were randomly talking about silly things like how we wanna open a bar, and then i started thinking abt what i wanna do, and what i wanted to do a year ago..and then i decided to look through the old posts on my blog..mannn. wow. ONE year ago..last may, and my post was all about how happy i was wit mani and how things were going good hahaha its so weird huh? like im glad we broke up, for him and for me, cos i can see that we're both much happier now, but it goes to show how things really can just change..so whats gonna be different in my life one year from now? i'm scared to even think about it man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-2083648071116122101?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2083648071116122101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=2083648071116122101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2083648071116122101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2083648071116122101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/okaaaay.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5992750339240521826</id><published>2008-05-26T03:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T04:15:56.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So i can finally blog again. ive been wanting to write for a long time, but i got so sick of my old blog, and its bright colours, and everytime i logged in to start an entry, i lost track of what i had to say. i guess you can kinda say, i got blinded by all the merry colours. i like looking at things in their shadows now, and this, my new blog, shall be a shadow of my old one. Even with the pink and purple here and there, i still think its bleak, and functional, and i yearn to bore myself with many many posts, and if you like what i have to say, then i guess i'll be boring you too:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and before i forget, THANK YOU SARAH:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you truly are a blog goddess, and i owe you one. actually i think i owe you more, considering how fickle i was last night hahaha *mwaaah*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways..just a quick updateeee. i'm still waiting for school to start in Sept, so meanwhile i'm doing my spanish class, driving, and loafing around enjoying the abundance of free time i'm suddenly blessed with. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm giving tuition as well and umm..thats been interesting. hahah the agent gave me like THREE tuitions around the hougang/Sengkang area and last saturday was the first time i went to Hougang, after like YEAR. hahahah felt so..oddd man! my bus turned at Hougang Ave 10 somemore! so i had to get off there and walk to the train station to train down to meet Jas in town..and walking there was just-so-weird. but i did it, and made my way to town where me and Jas had yummy pastamaniaaaaa, YUM:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oohhhhh...congratulations babygirl;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;training starts tmw right? dont be nervous, you'll completely rock it, and then we can meet soon for dinner and you can tell me all the goss, *mwaaaah*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I better go sleeep, i wanted to stay home tmw but i ended up making quite a few plans la, meeting malibu for lunch, then i'm supposed to meet chris for a bit cos he's down from Aussie, just until Sat, and then i'm meeting sal for coffee in town. that girl, is always trying to convince me to drink with her, i swear, i dont know how some of these manjans have like an insane alcohol tolerance la! but i settled on coffeeee only, and i think she's finally given up hahahah :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cant wait for Friday!!!! we have our Sex and the City+Sizzler's dinner date! i'm SO looking forward to it laaaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm liking these outings of the awesome foursome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k k..i'm going to wash my face now. OOOH my nails are freshly apple-red, and i'm loving them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;byeeeeeeee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5992750339240521826?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5992750339240521826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5992750339240521826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5992750339240521826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5992750339240521826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-can-finally-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5394194258113584456</id><published>2008-05-03T01:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:42:01.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this raginiii very naughty la..expose my FAKE middle name all on her blog, tsk. im so jealous mannnn..was just talking to her and she was telling me about her dinner at this italian place and how she had a smoked salmon sandwich. SMOKED SALMON. i absolutely love. i just ate bytheway..so i dont know HOW i can actually still be thinking about food but seriously. i spent hours lazing at home today..did a bit of laundry, then tucked myself on the couch and watched supernatural plus hours of the asian food channel. watched this show about quesadilas and then i was so inspired and slightly hungry so i went to the fridge to see if i could find the ingredients to whip up somethin similar, but all i found was frozen prata, cheese, a slice of ham and some chopped onions and lettuce so i made do with that, and honestly, it was quite yum. amd considering making that tmw for malibu'spot luck party at her houseeeee. of course i'll have to minus the ham(ragi) and minus the onions(shawn) so yeah. need to find some new ingredients to add so it wont be so blah next to malibu's happening nachos dish;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am gonna do a little wardrobe cleaning nowww...ive been in a bit of a nesting mood lately..dont really like going out late cept for lunch dates and yummy dinners, or basically hanging with the family or the fantastic 4(ragi,siva,shawny and mal) and ive been organising my stuff so i'll be ready when school starts. hence me staying at home today, lazing away and doing a little work here and there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i gotta wake up early and go over to mal's house by ten cos we're taking her gorgeous dog simba to the beach..i cant wait, i LOVE the beach and its the ideal way that i'd wanna spend my saturday. after that i gotta come home and make sumthin for mal's dinner, and then im going to the country club with the parents and brotherinlaw cos ive really gotta stick to this gym routine, plus i wanna swim!!!!! i love swimmingggggg, plus ive got a few new swimwear:) hahah shopping rocks la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then then then..after that my parents are gonna drop me at mal's so i can slack with the awesome foursome for a bit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k im gonna go see whats on tv, then im gonna start organizing my closet. theres so much stuff in there, i really dont know why i bother shopping sometimes man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toodles:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s Jason, i love you back:)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5394194258113584456?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5394194258113584456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5394194258113584456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5394194258113584456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5394194258113584456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-raginiii-very-naughty-la.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-6340564433969769301</id><published>2008-05-01T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:42:48.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;holidays are made for sleeping in, and i had every intention of keeping to that sacred tradition until shawn and mal proposed a plan for today that got me wide awake and jumping outta bed in the wee hours of today. lunch wit TRISTON at dempseyyyyyyy. hahah so yeah we decided to meet at 12 and take the fatty and his mummy to dempsey brunch, which i have been going on and on about since the last time i brunched there and i think they finally saw what i was going on about today. P.S.Cafe completely is a weekend afternoon-lazeaway-eat gorgeous food-and spend quality time together place and i love. and yes..waking up at 11am is considered wee hours by my standards. esp when i was so damn sleepy from last night:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mal and shawny picked my up before 12, then we picked ragi and headed over to steffie's to pick the two munchkins up hahah we brought triston into the go-go sumthin i forgot its name la..and let him play in the ball-thingy-place while we oggled at him and took many fotos. oh. and me and ragi took one absolutely AWESOME foto together:) hahah uh-huh. so awesome. hahahahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;malibuuu..upload ur piccccsss!!! its been agessss..u have ur husband's bday pics and the gotham pics and the chijmes pics and todays pics and i want. u cannot keep the camwhore waiting high and dry like this:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they just dropped me home..i brought triston back for a while to let him say hi to my parents..then sent him and stef bck into the car and they're all gonna go to their respective houses to get their swimwear to go swimming at the condo and i was SUPPOSED to go but i just called stef and cancelled cos ive got dinner with my mum at six and im thinking it would be too much of a rush but im so SADDDDDDD that im missing the swimming part-ayyyyyyy. haiyahhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok la i haveta go get ready for dinner. i love hyatt buffets!:) after brunch, i dont know how im gonna have space but i'll find space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;somehowww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok gotta go byeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6340564433969769301?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6340564433969769301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6340564433969769301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6340564433969769301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6340564433969769301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/holidays-are-made-for-sleeping-in-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5285345628352267657</id><published>2008-05-01T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:43:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i saw triston todayyyyyy!!!! :) i had sum errands to do so after i was done, i headed down to steffie's place to see the little munchkin for a while..and aunty nancy was so bogged down with her tuition, she asked me to take the little boy to the playground, by MYSELF! which i was abit anxious about doing cos anyone who knows me knows that im not exactly a little baby person cos they're so tiny and im not really very gentle hahah but tristonnn..haiyahhh..how to say noooo? so i brought him and omg..so cuteee..played wit him on the little merry-go-round thingy and the rocking thingy and then jumped him up and down on the stools and then we put flowers beind our ears which was veryyyy amusing until the pumpkin tried to eat his flower : hahahah yeaaap. then when i decided to take him back, he was so lazy and tired he just stretched out his hands and insisted i carry him all the way back. i think my rms are officially abit more toned now. hahahha mmm so that was my day with him:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then i went down to cityhall to meet ragi for dinnerrrr..and walked all the way from the mrt to MILLENIA WALK which is an unbelievably CRAZY distance, and when i finally got to Outback Steakhouse, i swear i was so worn out i felt worse than i did after gymming with shawn. eeek. and today was supposed to be a slack day. BUT dinner was awesome and sooo worth it. me and ragi shared this shrimp and mushroom pasta and we had calamari, and then we topped it off with the soft cookie and icecream dessert, which really, is the BEST ive had in a while. it rivals the desserts at P.S.Cafe at dempsey, mmhmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after that sivalam joined us and he me and ragi slacked at the booth and waited for malibu and shawn to drive down...then they came and they had dinner. shawn ordered fish and chips, battered mushrooms and mal had her seafood pasta and calamari and i stoleee some from them even tho i was damn full from my own food, SO NOW IM SUPER FULL and dying on my bed:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after outback we got into mal's car and they decided to watch a movie but i was too drained from my afternoon in the park with triston and my walk from cityhall to millenia walk so i decided to come home, and here i ammmm all ready for bed:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tmwwwwwwwwwwwwww..i cant wait. lunch at dempsey with shawn, mal, ragi, stef and all and TRISTONNNNN. i hope we go P.S.Cafe cos the brunh there is totally awesome and i already know what i wanna order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kkkk im gonna stop rambling now and get back to stoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5285345628352267657?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5285345628352267657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5285345628352267657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5285345628352267657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5285345628352267657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-saw-triston-todayyyyyy-i-had-sum.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5443688045221884238</id><published>2008-04-30T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:43:22.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am EXHAUSTED. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;completely completely drained..but i dont think its cos of what i did, its more the pints of beer that zapped my energy level from extreme high to non-existent:( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i waaaaant my bedddddd. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had a pretty okaaaaayyy day today..went to bugis to get a gift..was about to drop by steffie'sto see the little munchkin but then i weas runnin late for dinner so i skipped that and made plans to do that tmw. i grabbed a coffee from starbies, met gracie in the train and we made our way to queenstown to meet sal. then we hopped into a cab and went to Cicada at ports down road. sooo outta the way, but i gotta tell you, well worth it. food was exquistive, i absolutely LOVED the poached salmon wit zuccini and veal reduction sauce, and we had a couple of other appetizers and mains, and then topped it off with this brownie and creme brulee. and of course grace had her bellini and me and sal had our many pints of beer, but the nice manager gave us all our alcohol on the house hahhaha yayyy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then my parents fetched me and we headed homeee..im gonna go bathe, have a smoke and then sleep. tmw i wanna go see triston, then have lunch with the mum and then meet ragi and all for dinnnerrr...cant wait. i wanna hear shawny's biiiiig plans for us hahahah i love US. we kinda rock. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh well..thats my post for today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try out cicadaaa, u wont regret it:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5443688045221884238?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5443688045221884238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5443688045221884238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5443688045221884238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5443688045221884238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-7457423811756090386</id><published>2008-04-29T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:44:04.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and there goes another Manic Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today was good. today was PRODUCTIVE. which is more than i can say about the rest of my april hahahah i think i kinda overdid the whole 'birthdays are un-official off-days' cos i went bit extreme and took the entire b'day week off, and then quit the contract(which i had already chalked up a year's worth of teaching there) and then i was all happy and free and ecstatically a bum again, enjoying my sleeping in and watching all the tv i wanted...UNTIL pay day came and then ummm..hello. where did my money go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i quit my job, hence the tiny obscure amount that appeared in front of my eyes when i went to check my balance. HEH. oh well. freedom has its price hahah i have no regrets now. im ready for phase two of my life and that means progress, not just sticking to whats comfortable and safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to school today. i start in september, im doing a double major in communication and psych..its gonna be a pain in the ass but it covers both areas that im interested career wise so im very happy with my decision, even tho im gonna be suffering for the next few years. but atleast i know it'll pay off, cos when im done i can be anything i wanna be, which is quite alot. and u know im so damn fickle but this really covers all areas so im glad ive made that decision, and now its time to move and make things happen. i'd love to use the next few months before school starts to bum my bum away but i think i better start prepping as well..and oooh *fingers crossed* i really hope i get that internship! pray for me guyssssssssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after SIM i headed to town..went to borders and bought myself a book, and a mag, and then sat at starbucks at paragon and had a caramel frappe while waitin for sal to finish work. stewpid girl finished lateee :( but its all good cos i used the alone time to do some research before the big 'meeting' next week. then this deaf guy came and put this little keychain on my table with this card sayin it was $5 and u know..i was so disappointed when i saw that all the other tables were ignoring him. i dont understand. i mean i guess we're all not super rich or anythin but really, if we can afford $5 for our damn coffee at starbucks, cant we afford to give $5 to someone who needs it more than us? so i dug around for change and luckily i had enuff and i tell you, seeing his smile was worth it. im a bitch for even considering turning him down at first:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after meetin sal, we went to check out a few shops at paragon, then i met shawny and we cabbed over to thomson to meet malibu after her work, and we went thai express for dinner. i dunno how we ate as much as we did but wow. YUM. then we went swensons for dessert...i was way too full but mal and shawn managed to squeeze in a sundae, and we sat there discussing abt my school and shawn's meeting and our future plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we have visions dont we? i love that. we're small in number but i think there's enuff greatness in each and everyone of us to make a difference.i just hope we use our maximum potential, cos its about time we started what i think we were put here to do. ooh malibu i hope Simba's okay! give him a kiss and a hug for me kay? and if im coming over to ur place tmw, i'll personally squash him myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tmws gonna be another long day..im going down to Assisi to hand in my application, then ive got to run and get Grace's prezzie, then make my way down to queenstown to meet sal and all for dinner. we're gonna check out Cicada, like i mentioned in the previous post. Yay i love new food places! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im gonna go batheee and get ready for bed, god knows i need the sleep. hope i didnt bore you all to death!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smuckeroos:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-7457423811756090386?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7457423811756090386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=7457423811756090386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7457423811756090386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7457423811756090386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-there-goes-another-manic-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-3792870108187275718</id><published>2008-04-28T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:44:22.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ive officially been bitten by the blogging-bug, also known as magi-na. *snorts* im liking that name hahahah firstly, bhavna, i had NO idea u blogged, but i heard its plenty entertaining so im gonna be cyberstalking ur page from now on. and ragi, im loving ur new template, i want. malibooze has to start blogging more, but who am i to talk ey? all ive been doing is pasting lyrics of songs for the past god knows how many months:( hahah oh well. here's to a fresh start!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i LOVED the past weekend. i officially quit my contract in school a day before my birthday, so ive been just doing casual relief here and there while i wait for SIM school to start again. waking up in the afternoon is nothing short of glorious, and at this point, i really have NO idea how i used to get my freakin ass up at 6 am to teach for the past year. i kinda miss my kiddies BUT i do not miss the early hours man..and the yelling and the oodles of marking and the canteen food thats really driven me to starvation. im gonna miss teaching la, but im psyched to start school again. bring on the mugging!:) :) :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday was kinda awesomeee. i had major plans to get my hair done and then meet ragi in the afternoon at suntec but i ended up sleeping till 5 hahah so i met her and malibu in town arnd 8 and we made our way down to hacienda at dempsey. we were in abit of a drinking and gossiping mood so we ordered manyyyy MANY cocktails and beer, till the waiter got a bit freaked and kept clarifying with us whether all the drinks were really only just for us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get with the 21st century boyyyy, we women like our martinis;) hahah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hacienda is gorge. like seriously gorgeeeeeeouuuusss. me mal and ragi drank our yummy drinks and snacked on pizza and yummy cajun fries, and then shawny joined us after his meeting, and of course he came bearing prezzies for all three of us, being the angel best friend he is! a ring for his wife and two like bat thingies for me and ragi, which we absolutely adoree and decided to call 'moogley'. then we were thinkin of goin out till we realised that we were all quite shacked so we cabbed home and i watched some stuff online,and then hit the sack again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday was pretty awesomeee too. i had plans to meet sal at brewerks for our afternoon drinking and people watching session but then my dog was abit sick so i had to take care of that. after that i met shawn and mal at thomson for lunch and then went to chill in the pet shop for abit. how manjaaaa is ginger, im so in lurrvee. the next time i visit mal, im bringin a big bag so i can kidnap the resident cat, she's MINE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the puppiessss...omg. cuteness overload la. after that me and shawn went town to look for his jeans..i got my gelares icecream, which the stupid gelares boy screwed up by giving me cookies and cream instead of the cookie dough that i ordered *grumble* and he was SO unfriendly i didnt know how to tell him it was the wrong flavour. so i just gave in and walked back to the shop where shawn was trying on sumthing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was sooo sad, standing outside the shop waitin for shawn with my untouched icecream cone cos i really didnt want anything but cookie dough. but then shawn, being the awesome gangsta he is went to go get it changed for meeee YAYYYY so i shared my new cone wit him. gelares rocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after that i went to get my hair done, got it trimmed abit and did a much needed treatment. then the parents picked me up and we went Outback Steakhouse for dinnerrrrr! its the place where ragi works as an accountant and thanks to her huge discount, we ate like pigs.i had steak, medium rare *mmmm*, battered mushrooms, onion rings, fish and chips, crab patties and a bottle of redwine. after that i went home to change and then met ragi, mal and shawn at chijmes for a little weekend action. had a pint of beer there and then the four of us spontaneously decided to go to gotham, where we kinda entertained ourselves till abt 3. so funnn, i love my staple 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*inserts apology to shawn here* you know what forrr..hahahahaha mooo! only best friends can get away wit shit like this but seriously shawny, i owe you one! (actually its more like u owe me one slap) hahahah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after gotham we went home and i died-ed on my bed..was pretty much smashed, its been awhile since the 4 of us clubbed together. loves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was pretty normal. i woke up with the WORST cramps ever so i was dying in bed, but the sis was awesome and she camed to manja and make me hot drinks to cheer me up, and the mum and daddy kept heating up the heat pad to place on my tummy so by 5 i was feelin better, so i followed them for dinner at orchard park hotel( the one with the 24 hr swensons in town) and we had this seafood buffet thing. i had my raw fish, of course, wit plently of wasabiiii and then chilli crab and the works. the dessert was pretty good too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then me and the parents had a drink at the hotel bar. i had my apricot brandy, which i discovered at zouk years back and till now is my absolute favourite drink. the mum had a long island tea (heh) and the daddy had his beer. then we drove home and i came online to plan tmw night wit sal and grace, but we've shifted dinner to tuesday at Cicada, which is the sister restaurant to hacienda. i know what im ordering alreadyyy! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tmw's gonna be a longggg day. gotta hand in some marking to my school, then gotta go to SIM wit the mum to pay school fees, then im headin to town to have coffee by myself while i wait for sal to finish work so we can go shoppingggg. i better go sleeep sooon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiyahh. i dont feel like blogging already la..its been too long and theres too much to say. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh. im obsessed with sakae sushi. went there for dinner a few weeks ago with farz, jole and crys and im addicted! im so annoyed that ragi mal and shawn hate japanese food, so luckily i have my manjans that will eat happening food wit me hahaha sal and i decided to meet up last wed so she drove over and picked me up and we went to thomson plaza and had sakae there. YUM. i want now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okayyyy..im off. Here's to new blogging era. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kisskiss;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-3792870108187275718?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3792870108187275718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=3792870108187275718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3792870108187275718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3792870108187275718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-officially-been-bitten-by-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5957697336689160791</id><published>2008-04-21T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:44:45.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Head underwater&lt;br /&gt;And they tell me&lt;br /&gt;To breathe easy for a while&lt;br /&gt;Breathing gets harder, even I know that&lt;br /&gt;Made room for me; but it's too soon to see&lt;br /&gt;If I'm happy in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I'm unusually hard to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank stares at blank pages&lt;br /&gt;No easy way to say this&lt;br /&gt;You mean well, but you make this hard on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'cause you asked for it&lt;br /&gt;'cause you need one, you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'cause you tell me it's&lt;br /&gt;Make or break in this&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leavin',&lt;br /&gt;Imma need a better reason&lt;br /&gt;To write you a love song today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;That they all say&lt;br /&gt;Things you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and&lt;br /&gt;Your twisted words,&lt;br /&gt;Your help just hurts&lt;br /&gt;You are not what I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;Hello to high and dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced me to please you&lt;br /&gt;Made me think that I need this too&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to let you hear me as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'cause you asked for it&lt;br /&gt;'cause you need one, you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'cause you tell me it's&lt;br /&gt;Make or break in this&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leavin',&lt;br /&gt;Imma need a better reason&lt;br /&gt;To write you a love song today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll leave the light on&lt;br /&gt;To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone&lt;br /&gt;'cause I believe there's a way you can love me&lt;br /&gt;Because I say&lt;br /&gt;I won't write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'cause you asked for it&lt;br /&gt;'cause you need one, you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'cause you tell me it's make or break in this&lt;br /&gt;Is that why you wanted a love song&lt;br /&gt;'cause you asked for it&lt;br /&gt;'cause you need one, you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;'cause you tell me it's make or break in this&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is nowhere in it&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason to&lt;br /&gt;Write you a love song today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5957697336689160791?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5957697336689160791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5957697336689160791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5957697336689160791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5957697336689160791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/head-underwater-and-they-tell-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-1415809722300328036</id><published>2008-04-07T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:45:27.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward mcain- i&apos;ll be'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Stop me and steal my breath&lt;br /&gt;Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never revealing their depth&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated&lt;br /&gt;I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your crying shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your love suicide&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls angry on the tin roof&lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my bed&lt;br /&gt;You're my survival, you're my living proof&lt;br /&gt;My love is alive not dead&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead&lt;br /&gt;Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-1415809722300328036?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1415809722300328036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=1415809722300328036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1415809722300328036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1415809722300328036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/04/strands-in-your-eyes-that-color-them.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5574228952393675020</id><published>2008-03-23T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:46:08.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can you keep it rocking in a world that's standing still?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38855710.post-6867242571461416938</id><published>2008-03-16T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:46:28.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love:)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gone by jack johnson'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Look at all those fancy clothes&lt;br /&gt;but these could keep us warm just like those&lt;br /&gt;and what about your soul is it cold&lt;br /&gt;is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold&lt;br /&gt;and cars and phones and diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;those are only removable things&lt;br /&gt;and what about your mind does it shine&lt;br /&gt;or are there things that concern you more than your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone going gone everything gone give a damn&lt;br /&gt;gone be the birds when they dont want to sing&lt;br /&gt;gone people all awkward with their things, gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at you out to make a deal&lt;br /&gt;you try to be appealing but you loose your appeal&lt;br /&gt;what about those shoes youre in today&lt;br /&gt;theyll do no good on the bridges youve burnt along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you willing to sell anything, gone with your herd&lt;br /&gt;leave your footprints and well shame them with our words&lt;br /&gt;gone people all careless and consumed, gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone going gone everything gone give a damn&lt;br /&gt;gone be the birds if they dont want to sing&lt;br /&gt;gone people all awkward with their things, gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38855710.post-2637370318169179839</id><published>2008-03-16T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:46:55.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who says shadows can&apos;t die?-one headlight by the wallflowers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;So long ago, I don't remember when&lt;br /&gt;That's when they say I lost my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease&lt;br /&gt;As I listened through the cemetery trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn&lt;br /&gt;The long broken arm of human law&lt;br /&gt;Now it always seemed such a waste&lt;br /&gt;She always had a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;So I wondered how she hung around this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, come on try a little&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is forever&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something better than&lt;br /&gt;In the middle&lt;br /&gt;But me &amp;amp; Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;We put it all together&lt;br /&gt;We can drive it home&lt;br /&gt;With one headlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it's cold&lt;br /&gt;It feels like Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;And I can't break away from this parade&lt;br /&gt;But there's got to be an opening&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere here in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Through this maze of ugliness and greed&lt;br /&gt;And I seen the sun up ahead&lt;br /&gt;At the county line bridge&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead&lt;br /&gt;We'll run until she's out of breath&lt;br /&gt;She ran until there's nothin' left&lt;br /&gt;She hit the end-it's just her window ledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this place is old&lt;br /&gt;It feels just like a beat up truck&lt;br /&gt;I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn&lt;br /&gt;Well it smells of cheap wine &amp;amp; cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;This place is always such a mess&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn&lt;br /&gt;I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams&lt;br /&gt;I think her death it must be killin' me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-2637370318169179839?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2637370318169179839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=2637370318169179839' title='0 Comments'/><link 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by batchelor girl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't use me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tease me&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with my head&lt;br /&gt;Don't flaunt me&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;Talk about me&lt;br /&gt;Or ignore what i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can treat me good&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you like&lt;br /&gt;Show me some kindness if I'm lucky tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can treat me good anytime at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little care's all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try me&lt;br /&gt;Lie to Me&lt;br /&gt;Patronise me&lt;br /&gt;Talk down to my friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't neglect me&lt;br /&gt;Forget me&lt;br /&gt;Be angry at me&lt;br /&gt;Say Things to offend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can treat me good&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you like&lt;br /&gt;Show me some kindness is I fluke it right&lt;br /&gt;You can treat me good anytime at all&lt;br /&gt;A little care's all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I get home&lt;br /&gt;Your suspicious of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And who I've seen&lt;br /&gt;Your're so jealous of any little thing&lt;br /&gt;That takes up my time&lt;br /&gt;It don't have to be that way baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hit me&lt;br /&gt;Frighten me&lt;br /&gt;Threaten me&lt;br /&gt;And order me around&lt;br /&gt;Don't guilt me&lt;br /&gt;Pressure me&lt;br /&gt;Make demands on me&lt;br /&gt;Keep putting me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can treat me good&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you like&lt;br /&gt;Show me some kindness if I'm lucky tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can treat me good anytime at all&lt;br /&gt;A little care's all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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movie sucked, really. it was suchhhh a dumbass show la, lucky our tix were free hahaha after that we slacked for a bit, he waited with me while i waited for eli to come to plaza sing to meet me for dinnerrrr..then we bumped into alissa who was waiting for her darling bf, whos always late like meeeee hahahha eli finally came at 7 plus( i say finally but in reality i think this is the ONE tyime i was earlier than her) hahah and then we went to eat KFC cos i was craving, majorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i finally bought my new foneeeeee:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i dont even remember what i did on wednesday..think i came home and bummed around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met reena for prata on thursday..ate my yummmyyyyyy milky banana prata, MMMM. awesome. its my new ultimate pms food la. then then thennn i had to rush home and bring my mum sumwhere, and then i came home aroudn 2 am, talked to the boy for a while and then knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to school on friday cos i was so exhausted, but the rest did me good. i went to visit my mum, stayed till arnd 7 then headed down to cityhall to meet shawny for dinner. after that i went to siglap for a bit to meet the boy to follow him for dinner hahaha hmmm. friday ended wierdly but i'm glad we worked things out, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i havent gotten that high in AGES mannnnn! i went to town to do my eyebrows, then made my way down to kallang to meet cheryl to go watch viv's squash finals! bumped in to siva in the train, meet geena, and then we all headed down in hamrens car from the MRT. the game was awesome. viv the referee obviously was giving you shit, u so shouldve won. well done anyway k? what wit ur athletic splits during the game and all hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we all headed down to o bar, got a drink and then went to UE square to drink. viv got as chivas, caramel baileys and the jagerbomb thingy. and beer. hahahaha wahh. viv seriously la. i got sooo damn wasted, when poor aravind came, he had to put up with my nonsense hahaha. we went back to o bar, then i followed him to the bar next door to watch his arsenal game. we had a bucket of beer, he bought me popcorn and we jus chilled there. i wish i remembered more but like i said..i dunno how i got sooo tipsy man. me and cher were drinkin the same amount throughout yet i was flyinnggggg. hahahaha the rest went to 2359 but me and aravind decided to call it a night..so we headed back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the entire sunday at his house, lazing and watching tv. i loved my sunday. really. hahah was considerin meetin cher after her church but the lazy bum skipped church and ended up going to the beack with hammy. me and aravind decided to skip that cos he had to study and i wanted to go home and rest b4 schooool. haiyahh. awesome weeek la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im waitin for this one to end tho..its been a bad start, really. and i think my tolerance is pretty high but even then, its been kinda nerve wrecking. i hope it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaswinnnnn, how excited are youuuuuu? omg u and reena owe me gossip about sat btw hahah yay! manicure and our hair appt on sat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all la, its my free period so im gonna go have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodlessss:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5211162951158918425?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5211162951158918425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5211162951158918425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i am so darn lazy to blog nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like i suddenly have too few hours in the day, and im at the edge of my seat trying to do all the things i realised ive yet to do. there's this list i made, yes i know, how cliche, but yeah. i read this book a few years back, and one of the main characters was dying and so he wrote up this list of things he wanted to do before he passed on. and so i was semi-inspired and i started writing a list too. and i wrote and wrote but somehow, i never really ended up doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a long list, but im going to do it. it starts with simple things, and then the reality kinda fades me and i start writing all these far-fetched fantasies that i guess are possible, but not exactly within reach at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, today, the stars look bright. anything's possible, right? i dont know how to portray exactly what im feeling, but its somewhat bordering on delusional optimism and a newfound sense of blind faith. and so i starttt:) my life cant possibly just be about school, and friends, and clubbing, and relationships, be it failed or blossoming. my life cant even solely be about shopping or gorgeous clothes,bags and shoes. there HAS to be so much more to it, and i reallllyyyy think its about time i get that headstart on finding my pot of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope its a really big pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even better, a tiny pot that's never-ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im done with the random gettingstuffofmymindontomyblog-ing. its been a nice few weeks. new years was fantastic, i love the people around me. the night started out with only close friends around me, minus ragi and siva cos poor ragiboo was stuck at work:( but still, i saw the tiny bird laterr so it was all goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new years eveee...its the next best day to christmas for me. we started out with wine in the room, jus me,mal,shawn and hammy. then cher joined us and we had a gorgeous dinner, went grocery shoppin for more bottles of wine and beer, snacks, and then headed back to the room. alissa and jiv and all came down and we started playing our little drinking games, even circle of death which i absolutely LOVE. then a few of us started gambling, then i had to go out of the room for a bit to talk to the parents and wish them and all. superman was late cos he had a family function but it was funnnn when finally, everyone was there. it was soo crowded, but awesome nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the next day at a friends house, lazin the day away, and then on wednesday, school startedddd:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the holidays, i miss being a bummmmm. but school kinda rocksss, and i love my kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im most lookin forward to the new job tho..*looks at jas,winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightyyy..i better go back to my kids. tataaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-3849680409792248955?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3849680409792248955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=3849680409792248955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3849680409792248955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3849680409792248955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-darn-lazy-to-blog-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-6746726238420401346</id><published>2007-12-26T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:49:19.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbly-lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You've got me feelin' like a child now&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time I see your bubbly face&lt;br /&gt;I get the tingles in a silly place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;And I crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Where ever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is falling on my window pane&lt;br /&gt;But we are hiding in a safer place&lt;br /&gt;Under cover staying dry and warm&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings that I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They start in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Make me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Where ever it goesI always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asleep for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You tuck me in just like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feeling shows&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make me smile baby&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time now&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' me tight&lt;br /&gt;Where ever, where ever, where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;Where ever, where ever, where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6746726238420401346?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6746726238420401346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6746726238420401346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6746726238420401346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6746726238420401346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-awake-for-while-now-youve-got.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-2194108888843422130</id><published>2007-12-24T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:56:25.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;its been AGES since i last blogged..ive been so damn busy, and those of u close to me will know whyyyy:) ahahaha plus its the holidays, and i dont have recesses and free periods to dally my time online. heh but how quicky the holidays pass la..its christmas eve, and tmw will be kissmas, and then its new year, and then yeah, its the new year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i'm kinda lookin forward to school tho. yay:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the past month has been niceee...interesting-ish and mm maybe even kinda awesome. hahaha cherrrr! i hope ur eye gets much betterrrr! and ragiii. i hope u get well fastfast too. why's many of our people gettin sickie?? i was kinda under the weather recently too but i bounced back with my much cultured passion for frivolous fun and voilaaa~ im all better nowwwwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i wanna blog moreeee..its really been a while but im moodout for my usual boring updates, especially since theres really nuthin much thats been happening in my life, atleast nuthin much that i wanna share with the whole wide world cos apparently many *ahems* seem to be readin my blog too. haiyahh why la. its not so hard to get a life, so please go get one??:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;anywayyyyyy..im off to sleep before the work party tonight..i still havent found an outfit cos there's a theme, so im hoping after some much needed sleep, i'll be all full of fresh ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;off to bed now, love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-2194108888843422130?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2194108888843422130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=2194108888843422130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2194108888843422130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2194108888843422130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-ages-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-8844438603728636988</id><published>2007-12-24T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:49:46.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high hopes on a loaded gun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy showers in the heatstroke sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the twilight fades with the break of day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish for intervention, oh how i wish away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my loaded gun beckons, beneath the rose so red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in five minutes, my heart stops dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hold the candle to my face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in a hopeless run for a forgotten race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time stops moving like stonecold dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world's not as pretty as it may seem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the voices whisper before they quickly fade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is love, but just dreams, man-made?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;metal to skin, i draw it near&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i pray without passion upon my fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this last chance, to redeem my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before my heart shatters from the cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the pain lingers, before it dies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as my worries disappear with one last cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-8844438603728636988?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8844438603728636988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=8844438603728636988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8844438603728636988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8844438603728636988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/high-hopes-on-loaded-gun-sexy-showers.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-7246702211982334615</id><published>2007-11-21T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:50:55.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;im lucky enough to be surrounded by the most amazing people ever. my sister, my girlies, the boys in the group, and the fat dog. yes, she IS a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my sister, i dont even have to say anythin. my rock, my inspiration, someone i consistently lean on for support but at the same time count on to push me in the right direction to make my own little journeys. and the insanity as well. its crazy, we're crazy, but i love you to bits. even tho ur next to me traumatizing inkyponkee. popo love potpot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mal, ragi, kaart, eli, sal, cher. you 6 girls are my darlings, and uve been there thru the good and bad, and with the memories we have, i can only look forward to the tons more that we are yet to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ragi, you being more like a sister than anythin else, we go waaay back, and u understand me in a way that so few do. and u never fail to make me burst out laughing even during my lowest times, and im always, always gonna be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;malibu, you're my aunty, but at the same time like a ltitle child i need to hold hands with and pull along. i love you and im so glad things are so wonderful for all of us now, its been a long time coming and im glad we've both come thru this journey together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;shawn dassss...wheer do i even start. u are my evil twin indeed, and theres nothing u dont know about me. i love you for the bestest friend you are, and i thank you for being a pillar of strength, for putting up with my ramblings, my insecurities, my insanity, and mostly, my rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and most of all, i thank you for inkypokee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the rest..viv stef raine shina, all the little babies i love that definitely arent babies anymore, i loveee you and im so glad we worked thru everything and came out the strong amazing group that we are. the past few months have been special, eh? i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and tristonnn. steffie, he's adorable. hes a tiny version of you, really. altho MUCH cuter hahahaha no laaa. mwaaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ahh ok, jus felt like being a bit emo and letting it out. its been awhile. i know im lucky and i wouldnt have things any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;off to meet malibu at the salon nowwww..cant wait for tonight. and tmw. and fri, and sat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;MWAAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38855710.post-1015290148054177805</id><published>2007-11-19T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T03:02:50.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont ask me why i suddenly posted up pictures. mannn. i dont know whats come ove rme but im suddenly all nostalgic and happy, and its just NOT FUN cos i liked being dark and morbid, bordering on insane. i mean really..all the things ive written about lately are ooohb what did i do today and ooh what am i gonna wear laterrr. hahah i know, maybe the inner bimbo comes out more often than i'd like to admit, BUT STILL???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, about those pictures, i love you guys. you're my rocks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have absolutely no energy to blog, but i think i'll jus do a quick update. clubbed on friday, had a blast, was all tired out on sat, went for shik's chalet with the rest, had yummy drinks and food with the rest, played tai-ti. kicked ass at SNAP, and then came home and slept. woke up early today, watched greys anatomy, then watched the Devil wear'sPrada. awesome. someone pls buy me all those clothes, now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then mal called, tempted me with food and movies and love, and she and shawn picked me up and i came over to do a dvd night at her place. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am still here, shes walkin arnd sleepily after awakening from the couch, im not bothering with the movies, too obsorbed in my com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am stressed abt the virus, which i cant seem to remove.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blehh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok la, going back to facebook.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loveee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-1015290148054177805?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1015290148054177805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=1015290148054177805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1015290148054177805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/1015290148054177805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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meet the rest. raine,raj,geena,sunder,aravind,ravin,kabee,siva,vivian. yeah i knowww..big bloddy group, and we all didnt wanna club. they had dinner at this seafood restaurant and then we all went to east coast to chill. we played at the arcade for abit, raine kicked my ass at daytona, then we bowled, yet again. and i sucked, yet again. cept for my two strikes at the end la but it was pure luck and yayy i kicked vivian and kabee's ass muahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got drinks and relaxed by the beach, the guys talking rubbish. hahaha me and raine kept rolling our eyes, geena quietly on her ipod, until the topic of conversation finally changed hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN it raineeedd:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to to go sit at macs for a whileee...i finally got home around 7 plus, used to net, and then happily went to bed, and just woke up. its not enoughhhhhhhhhhh. i need moreee..but i haveta go for my hair appt and then nessa's bday. haiyahhhh why am i sucha sleepy bum??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for tonighttt.i have a good feeling abt it. we're all headin to boat quay after nessa's thingy, should be funnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, better go primp now, mwaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-669541836923388768?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/669541836923388768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=669541836923388768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/669541836923388768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#009900;"&gt;omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wednesday was one mad rush. i was supposed to go for the run in macritchie with thiru but like i said, it rained, and we had to cancel. i think god just doesnt want me to exercise la. then i had a hair appt in town..but i slept in the afternoon and woke up at like 6 and since i was supposed to meet ryan at 7, i kindly forgoed my appt and met him and his gf to go o barrrr. shiokness. i never knew a cab from fareast to MS could cost freakin $11 la! what the hellll. nicole joined us there and it was pretty damn funnnn. liz left to go for a shoot and then me,ryan and nicole went to get cigs, sum drinks and joined the rest at UE square. ok not really joined, but kinda hahah different table, same old habits. vivian just HAD to bomb us with his weird jagersumthin concoction and we all got so wasted. ok by all i mean me. hahhaahah not really wasted but well on the way there la. filled nicole in on the goss and had a blast.we went back into o bar and liz joined us again and we went crazy buyin shots, daquiries and vodkaredbull jugs. i swear its amazing how we manage to still spend cash on a freakin ladies nightttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the rest went chillies after that, but i being the good little indian girl, came home nicely and slept hahaha ive totally been catching up on my much needed sleep la. woke up and conferenced with aravind and viv for a bit..heard the gossip from the night b4. i missed out on MUCH cos of my drunken splendour. then then thennnn...went to get ready and superman picked me up and we headed to raj's place to join the resttt. so fun laa. im loving the blessed combination of wine, tai-ti and gorgeous friends. siva's got me addicted to a new song too. DJ magic hands in tha houseeee la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;then shawny joined us and we all headed over to sunder's place..ate more food there..slacked for like god knows how long and then made our slow way over to kumz where the rest gambled and me, geena and alissa watched Seven and freaked our poor little hearts out. then we attempted to start a game of monopoly, which died even b4 it began. and then we all left around 6 for home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yes, i didnt make it to work, but im loving the self proclaimed day off:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;its so gonna burn a whole in my pocket tho:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;todays gonna be a pretty big night, this whole weekend in fact. gonna meet up with the crescent girls tonight for drinks at dempey, and then i'll see where the wind blows me. tmw we have nessa's bday partyyyyy and me and alissa are contemplating displaying our indian pride by wearin saris hahaa see how laaaaaaaaa. altho if we're clubbing after that, i dont think sari's are a good idea but its a bollywood themeeee and im sure the pixie will slaughter us if we dont dress accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;happy advanced bday btw darlingggg, i'm sure tmw's gonna be awesome. mwaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;jus finished up my moves on facebook..gonna go get some sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mwaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-7251391807105650239?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7251391807105650239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=7251391807105650239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7251391807105650239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/7251391807105650239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-awesomeeee-has-last-few-days-been.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-3736396920416493549</id><published>2007-11-07T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:31:45.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i'm so damn rested out, finally. am off today and tmw, and so last night i braved my fatigue and went gallavanting in town. went to met eli at fareast and then met lyn and shikin, wow lyn its been ages la, really. was supposed to meet ryan in holland later but i was soooo damn tired i called him and told him we'd jus met today instead.i dont know whats up with me. i used to have this endless energy for going out but now work really just drains me la. but in the end i came home around ten, but then had this crazy craving for hokkien mee, so we went to newton for supper hahha YUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;haiyahh. eliii i lovee youuu, dont be sad ok? u is a strong woman! some men are worth it, some men are not. take your time to decide which one he is Mwaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;its 1.30pm...was supposed to meet thiru for our jog thru Macritchie but it rained:( so we cancelled it. so im gonna chill and play scrabble and then sleep, and wake up in time to get ready for my hair appt and then go outtttttttttt! meetin ryan in town then we're all going O bar:) muahahha im kinda up for it la, havent chilled with the boy in ages and it'll be fun to catch up wit him and nicole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;cher's clubbing too..wheee! am gettin excited already, altho i have nothing to wear:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;haiyahh. okie im gonna get back to scrabble nowww...tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-3736396920416493549?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3736396920416493549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=3736396920416493549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3736396920416493549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/3736396920416493549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-damn-rested-out-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-6679928529493089209</id><published>2007-11-06T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:57:52.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wowww..its been damn busy week. ive been tiring myself out with everything, all the different activities our dear vivian has planned hahah as well as ragi's b'day and school as well..children have ten times more energy when their exams are over, i tell ya. HANDFULS. but still so damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was interesting..talked to the ex and we cleared things up. maybe its not the closure that eli got (el darlin im so happy for you) but it was still closure all the same..knowing that he and i can be civil la. and her too. its all cool, and im happy. all the hostility couldve been avoided if that fatfairy hadnt gotten all extra and self indulgent and left me those dumb ass tags. yess darlin, ur fair. but...umm...what else? balls of flour are fair too..but their still round..and soft and flabby. white nonetheless, but still! hahahahha ok ok. now's the point where i say, this is over, all this animosity. u tagged me, i know it was you, so tit for tat. but after this there better not be anymore rubbish from you, understand? i hope ur clear about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the weekend relaxing my time away with the rest. had a looong week of sch..then went to meet the rest at marina to bowl on friday night. damn fun la. im a scary bowler..very violent. and i cant even help myself. i really suck at it but hey practice makes perfect righhhttt? triston came along too but obviously he didnt bowl. but he was the cutest bundle of joy and me and gen were happily stuffing his cute little chubby face with vitagen hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left early with stef, sims, carrie, siva and aravind..i wanted an early night so i could save moolah for the next day. so went home..napped,went for supper, came home and slept from 3-5am, then ended up waking up and playin scrabble with aravind till morning..then he came to amk to meet me and siva and we made our way to the zoo to meet the rest. funnest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new found addiction, besides scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its called suduko, and i LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the zoo was awesome..the company was even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to steffie's..kabee and aravind followed me home to get my clothes and i went to stef's to bathe and get ready and wait for mal and shawny and kaart to pick me up for ragi's bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finalllyyy got there at ten..we went to this place outside the cannary called mama cariebbea..ohmygawd. nice drinks nice food nice music. completely gorgeous. ragi's baby was such a darlin, planned everythin so wellll..right down to the nittygritty.&lt;br /&gt;took fotos of her and him on stage..with him givin her a sexy little dance that the band forced him to do but he did much obligingly hahaha then i left early with kaartsy, arnd 12, went back to stef's house, chilled there for an hour and then went home while the rest all went gotham and chillies. i was a good girl this weekend. so super tired, and jus really not up to clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will totally make it up to u ragi darlin, dinner is an order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it la..i slept thru sunday..was a much needed energy boost. woke up monday mornin and went to sch..this week's not so hectic, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week sounds fun..many many things to do, and i have energy once againnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to go get my hair done today..might meet eli in town for some girl time, then tmw's lookin fun..might go o bar with the rest..ryan wants to meet too and my sis and i have a date so i think we'rer all just gonna end up drinking happily at o bar. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs is a holidayyyy yayy..i wanna go to the beachh. yeah. and this time, im not gonna be lazy and im gonna actually get my ass there. friday im meetin banu, angel and eli at dempsey..most lookin forward to a catchin-up/bitching session. i love my cresentians. last week at arab street wit the rest was the bombest la. juuuu i havent seen u for ages u beeetch. and ur gettin married in jan. wow. i feel old. older. bleh:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure what the plans for sat are...got nessa's bday to attend so thats gonna be funnnn, still need to find sumthin to wear tho:( i wonder what the after party plans are. was supposed to go over to gorilla's house to watch movies with him and his gf and lulu but ive got nessa's bday so i think movie night has to be postfoned...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, betta get back to facebook. ive got sum ass to kick;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6679928529493089209?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6679928529493089209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6679928529493089209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6679928529493089209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6679928529493089209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/11/wowww.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-999071501513798651</id><published>2007-10-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:30:34.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;jus came back homeee.went to stef's place to get my bag and see the baby for abit..most adorable la. and he's sooo noisy now too! such cute noisessssss, me and ragi were practically dying when we had to leave hahaha stef and aunty nancy are so luckkyyyy...they have the little fat baby and like two of the cutest dogs in the worldddd..i wanna move to novena tooo! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;gonna go start on my marking in like 5 min...as u can see, ive been nicely procastinating! but its ten plus and i cant push it further away anymore, sighhhhhhh. looks like im not gonna be gettin much sleep today. gonna follow my mum to the hospital tmw for a check-up too so there goes my afternoon nap that ive become too used to having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cant wait for sch to start in jannn! get my last semester over and done withhhh. i love school foodddd too hahahah mmm the mudpie la, to die for. hansum boy's got a completely different schedule from me but im also lookin forward to dragging him to the ngee ann deli to eat the yummy sandwiches and salads with me mwahahahh and ryan tooo, so funnn. school's fun. gonna miss my kiddies tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ok laaaaa...better get to my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwaaah:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-999071501513798651?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/999071501513798651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=999071501513798651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/999071501513798651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/999071501513798651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/jus-came-back-homeee.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-4631893990559162334</id><published>2007-10-28T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:39:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;halloween's overrrr:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;aww mannn...it was pretty damn awesome tho. the prelude to it as well, what with the shopping trips, the trying on of the silliest costumes, the fotos, the planning, ahhh its over. but it was gorgeousss, and i'm already looking forward to next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;think i'm all clubbed outttt...this weekend was pretty high maintenence. friday ended up being a late night so when halloween came arnd on sat, i was so tired by the time i met superman at bugis to go to stef's place! and that was arnd 7pm. hahah which reminds me, i have to go down to her place later to get my bag and make up and all..sighhhh..im a lazy cow la but i have no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hmmm thhink maybe i need to send out a gentle reminder that ip addresses can be traced from tagging. and rude tags are considered harrassment, so if you are so damn interested in my life and insist on reading my blog, have the courtesy to not leave ur mark, cos im not interested in yours:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;was talkin to shawny that day..mannn. its so funny la, how all these people realllyyy seem to care about our lives. its almost sad, but more flattering la. hahah and the not-so-discreet calling me to get information and all..why..really? why do u care who's with who among my friends..they're not ur friends righttt. i tell you, the world would be a better place if everyone just lived their own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;still waiting on my money from the ex. u know, i know breakup-s can be ugly, but they really shouldnt be. esp when it was a decision that was better for both of us la, like we both seem much happier now, and thats a good thing. i just really want my cash, cos i trusted him when i opened that line, and breaking up shouldnt change anything, he still should honour that trust and pay me back the cash. oh well..we'll wait and see. lets hope he makes the right decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;nessaaaa! yesterday was fleeting but niceeee! am loving the wings, i think u should wear em more often hahah mwaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;im very stoned la...got tons of marking that ive been putting off. better get started on it nowww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;loveeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-4631893990559162334?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4631893990559162334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=4631893990559162334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4631893990559162334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4631893990559162334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloweens-overrrr-aww-mannn.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-8407442266961639302</id><published>2007-10-26T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:34:37.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;its been an interesting past few days..wednesday went by nicely and quietly. had to go halloween shopping but i was in pain from my shoes and i was craving a nice cold bath so i came home, showered, and then went to meet soma for dinner near my place. had a milky prata, which im completely addicted to, yum. with my mango lassi of course. i dont know why, its a good thing i guess, but i can never finish my food nowadays..couldnt even finish that ONE prata! gone are my eat-2-carls-junior-burgers days..sighhh. i dont really miss my huge appetite but i defnitely wish i didnt get full so easily now, cos its JUST NOT FUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hahaha after the early dinner with soma i went down to meet aravind, a.k.a superman, at arabstreet/beachroad. went to check out the NO.1 costume shop, as its so aptly named..and the minute we walked in we were both quite lost. the place is freakinnnn hugeeeeeeeeeeeee! hahah seriously. anyway walked around till it closed but we still couldnt find anythinnnn. :( so we gave up and went home. the stress was piling up..only a few more days to halloween and we still didnt have anythin..and geena and all had all already bought their elabroate costumes SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy on thursday i went to meet steffie in town, to rekindle our halloween shopping days hahahah this time it was pretty fast la, she got her "itsasecret" costume in a juffy muahahah wahh im reallly quite excited la. i know what im going as tooo. yayyy!! CANT WAIT for satttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met superman at fareast and we went gallavanting around townnnn..yesterday was a gorgeous day la. went all the way to plaza sing, explored spotlight, wagered bets on some stupid thing, which i LOST, so i bought him coffee hahaah im such a dumbo la but still! i still think i was right!! then we met shawny and chilled at starbucks..then shawny went to get sumthin done to his ultra-cool fone, and then kabee joined us..and when shawn came back we all made our way down to bali street, which i had never heard off till yesterday. met nessa and all in the bus and went to the costume shop there. AWESOME.no seriously. kabee got his entireee outfit there, and i was busy tring out all these awesome things that shawn was happliy takin fotos off. hahah and of superman too! what with the blonde wig and all hahahaha damn funny laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then then...yeah i tried on a few more hilarious outfits..took pics with kabees cam and he better upload and give em to me! haha then we met geena and all for dinner, had chicken rice, which i had like 1/4 of before i was full..then we walked to cathay and had a beer before heading home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camehome, bathed, was gonna do markin but i decided i'll leave it for this weekend. ended up talkin to shawny on the fone, catching up and gettin a bit of a reality check. made plans for today and now, once im done bloggin i shall go get readyyyy. jus felt like typing out a long redundant post la, was abit bored. yes, at this time. its the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for laterr! am not clubbin cos im savin alll my energy for tmwww;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-8407442266961639302?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8407442266961639302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=8407442266961639302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8407442266961639302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8407442266961639302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-interest-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-4705193578324064993</id><published>2007-10-23T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:27:24.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its so sad when two becomes one.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO naughty my children are.. i'm using the teacher's comp in the lab, and they keep coming over one by one to ask me silly, redundant questions, just so they can have a peek at what im doing. so kaypo la, but so cute. anyway i've been facebooking for the past hour. yes, i know. 'my name is shoba, and i am a facebook-olic' :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for school to end..the next few hours are gonna be kinda tedious..gotta bring my p6 class to canberra secondary, its some kinda recruitment thing where they're trying to promote the affiliated secondary schools. the damn thing is, i happily forgot about it, and wore my killer heels today. and...we're walking from our school to theirs. so yeah. its not gonna be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go down for an interview later..mark's asking me to and its about time i get my ass up and moving. should be fun tho, and i'm kinda looking forward to it. also wanna do abit of shopping. jus get a few of the essentials. wish i could do my nails but two of them broke so they're not long enuff:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for my cash from the loser..its so annoying. i wonder how the new chick puts up with him, but then i realise, ugly girls dont really have much standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus want my damn moneyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookin forward to laterrrr...yay yayy. oh and this weekend promises to be awesome. i spent the last one just chilling at home so this weekend, im in the mood to paaartt-ayyy. its halloween sumore, and all the happening friends are willing and ready to dress up, how awesome is that. except fpr a few spoilers la, but oh well, whats newww. still think aunster's idea is great. going as ribenaaa! muahahah but it'll be kind uncomfy so sit i n the cab so i'll prob decide against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie gotta go send the kiddies down for their recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-4705193578324064993?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4705193578324064993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=4705193578324064993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4705193578324064993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/4705193578324064993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-naughty-my-children-are.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5632321527375996326</id><published>2007-10-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:51:05.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want my damn moneyyy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ahh, the week-long holiday is finally over. its been nice, its been fun, but im completely looking forward to school. i spent the week relaxing mostly..didnt really feel like going out. ya know..usually during normal weeks, after a long 5 days of school, i just wanna go out and freak out during the weekends, but ive kinda lost it for clubbing. oh yes, i can hear you all going 'thats what you always sayyyy' but seriously la, i havent been clubbing unless it was a bday, or like the day before viv left. otherwise ive been a good girl. and i'm loving it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;spent most of my hols catching up on sleep. went to do my hair on wed, coloured it back, went for a fitting and then met the rest at o bar..was funnnn. me and alissa practically drowned ourselves in Jego shots hahah then we headed down to chillies for abit, and then i dragged viv's ass off to go home cos i was most tiredddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;spent thurs bumming around the house, much like i spent monday and tuesday. then on friday i got my ass out and went down to millenia walk to meet ragi,mal,cher and the dirty diamond pets for dinner. YUMMMMM. ok no really, the food at outback is awesome, i now know what ragi has been going on about. esp the brownie la. completely fantabulous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;was gonna go st james to meet harpreet after that for our 'single working women's night out' but then i decided to be a good girl and skip it cos i had a meeting the next day plus i just didnt have the energy to club. but im lookin forward to the next one la. she's completely sold me on movida so i might give it a shot. altho im weary of the *ahems* i might see there. but hell, its a big country. ok not really, but you get what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;went to meet gerard in town on sat, helped him out with his project. was considering clubbin wit verona and all but then got lazy, so i decided to go sentosa to meet raine and all. but then i got even lazier so i stayed home hahahaha then at 1am me and soma we're feeling abut energetic, both of us being at our respective homes on a saturday night, so we considered going down to join ragi and siva BUT THEN i got lazy again hahahaha im sucha bum la, i know. so i stayed home, watched my grey's anatomy like the happiest kitten i am and slept. till today, 5pm. 12 whole hours, for someone who didnt even go out, i sure sleep like ive been on a 3 day hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mal picked me up around 7 and i went to pizza hut with her, shawn, cher and ham and we had soooo much fooood. oceans platter, 2 pizzas, soup, chicken wings and of courrseeee, garlic bread, since we have 2 addicts in our group. most yum.. went out for a smoke after and then headed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the girlies gave me an awesome baggggg...i love you all. its jus another excuse for me to go KL again muahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok la, better get to bed, i wanna be fresh for school. am most lookin forward to the week aheadddd yay:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5632321527375996326?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38855710.post-5768658333902750461</id><published>2007-10-17T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:42:02.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where is my Tristan Thorne?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hellooo. i had such a nice,lazy day again. woke up here and there in the late mornin and afternoon to answer my phone, when i heard it, had a few conversations with a few people while i was half asleep. to the point that i didnt even realise the plans that i was making hahah damn hilarious la. i finally woke up at 5pm. yeah i know, but i dont care, waking up so late is just damn AWESOME. then i lazed around on the com, watched tv for abit, lazed around somemore. i was too lazy to even read la, thats how bad i am now. holidays are meant to do absolutely nothing, and THAT, is what im excellent at:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;viv ended up coming over for awhile with his sis, but very briefly..passed him the stuff and then i ran back to my tv to watch criminal minds. heh i never miss it, its excellent i tell ya! was supposed to go pass sandhya the ipod and watch, but i cant even get my ass out to walk to her house, and she lives like just behind me. plus criminal minds was on. hahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;so i made plans for tmw la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;tmw's gonna be a looooong day la. gonna go meet siva, then get my hair coloured back to black, possibly cut a fringe, and then meet the girls for dinner and then maybe, just maybe, go to O bar for ladies night. its so funny la, i dont understand why but when i actually have NO school the next day, somehow i always never end up going. i dont know why i choose to club on wednesdays where i have to torture myself by gettin two measly hours of sleep and then having to survive 7 hours teaching. so maybe tmw i'll defy the normality of my erratic ways, and actually go freak out, and then blessfully be able to come home and SLEEP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i was sooo bored last night..was on the com till like 4 am and then me and superman started talking about movies, and he told me abt Stardust, so i went to stream it, and he did as well, and ohmygawd. i loved it,it was awesome.i dont think its out here yet, but when it does come out, im SO gonna watch it again, this time on the big screen so i wont miss out a single detail. its like a cross between the chronicles of narnia, harry potter and lord of the rings. i swear i'm so into this fairytale shit its freaky. i loved the movie. LOVED IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;im gonna bum a while more and then get to bed. gonna go bathe in bit, and then see my mood, if i have energy i might try and finish the book,otherwise im gonna lie in bed and day-dream about what it would be like if i went into my wardrobe and came out into another more magical world. sighh. if only. where are the fairies and prince charmings hiding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ok..betta hit the showerrr..my honeymilk bath foam is practically screaming my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;love:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5768658333902750461?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5768658333902750461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5768658333902750461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5768658333902750461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5768658333902750461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/hellooo.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-8520067970836735252</id><published>2007-10-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:03:44.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where is my sexy prince?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;this is so FUNNNNN. im loving this one week break. i totally miss school but at the same time it feels amazing to sleep whenever and wake up whenever. i'm keeping this week free too, not planning on going out much, and definitely not planning on having any late nights altho viv's being the devil's advocate and planning an awesome wednesday out again. haiyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept arnd 3 am last night...wanted to watch tv all night actually but then my bodyclock got the best of me and i ended up yawning by 2am so i went to bathe and tucked myself into bed by 3. watched two AWESOME movies last night; Pirates of the Caribbean and Take the Lead. ok reallyyyyy..how awesomely talented is Johnny Depp? he's a chameleon, he fits any damn role. and the show was fantastic. i know im so overdue but i havent caught Pirates 3 yet so im lookin forward to watchin it sooooon! Take the Lead was alright la, dunno what all the fuss was abt but yeah the dancing was pretty great. i preferred Step Up tho, but mostly because Channing Tatum is my husband and i need to support him by loving all his movies:) Yes its true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok laaaaa..had a slow day today. woke up arnd 1pm and then lazed around..been munching on food here and there but havent really had a good meal the whole day. waiting for my mum to bring back supper from Wendy's..i asked her to buy the special prata and the chicken cheese salad prata for me and my sis to share, its SO yummy. im gonna go check the tv guide and plant myself infront of the tv for the next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was born to be a couch potato.i dont know how i ever get used to not bumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya allll;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-8520067970836735252?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8520067970836735252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=8520067970836735252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8520067970836735252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8520067970836735252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-so-funnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-6843823628471286447</id><published>2007-10-14T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:40:43.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hope your happy:)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sucha longggg weekend it was. geena's bday was last week but it feels like it was a month back, i swear, im either growing old waaaay too fast or, i dunno, this lifestyle's just not my cup of tea. this coming week, i have no school, yay:) so i shall detox. its about time anyway.i was being such a good girl and not going out much last month and then suddenly the past few weeks, i've been abusing my priviledges as a carefree working woman.. hah! but i swear, paydays rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thursday was gooood..went to taka to watch rhadhi's newpaper face finals, and babygirl was awesome! so hot laaa, she's a star in the making. i took a video for those of u that missed out. friday was funn. started out with the intentions of not clubbin but then evil soma planted a seed in my head, and then i talked to cher online and we made plans and the next thing i knew, o bar was on the agenda! haha so i met soma for dinner at thomson plaza, KFC again, i swear im hooked:( then i followed him to school and then made my way down to town to meet viv and all..went to plaza sing by myself for a bit cos i felt like some alone time, and ended up buyin a dress hahah sumhow alone time always equates to shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then i went to fareast and met viv and jon and went down to o bar to meet soma. alissa and jiv and all were there..was funnn. had yummy martinis and baileys, YUM. then met simran and all and had supper at shah alam, i swear i dunno whats up with my appetite but its like missing in action, i had a few bites of my nasi goreng and then i was done. ooh thanks for supper gen, was most sweet of you. went up to chillies for a littttllleee while cos they wanted to go, and then viv battled and won hahaha these dancing boys ah. then shaunpingz (yes, thats his oficial name now) sent us to a cab and we went homeee...happily...i slept like a log.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sat was kinda rushed..needed to do my eyebrows, and then head down to kaartsy's for her bday dinner. then verona picked me up and we went to pick up viv and then headed down to aravind's for his bday. was funnnn. noone got high, infact we were more obsessed with gambling than drinking hahah and of course alissa disappeared for a while to use facebook hahahaha i cannot get over that la. the food was sooo goooooooddd.i love bbq food esp stingray and satay. aiyoh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the gambling was shioook by the wayyy! i was makin money till the veryyy last roundddd...when we put $5 dollar bets and the dealer got banglat ahhaahah damn sway la. but fun nonethelessss. hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;was niceeeeeeeeeeee. im looking forward to my one week break..need to rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lovelove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6843823628471286447?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6843823628471286447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6843823628471286447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6843823628471286447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6843823628471286447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/sucha-longggg-weekend-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5018563324272818741</id><published>2007-10-09T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:37:53.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and this might be what i call fatigue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Had a nice weeekenddddddd.sunday was nice la, woke up at 5pm hahahah oh well the previous few days were damn tiring. then i lazed about the house, finished off my marking and then headed out to plaza sing to meet raine, stef and raj for anna's performance. me and raine bought a couple of books at the book fair and stef bought triston some baby pocket books! most cute! i had my yummy pumpkin-mushroom-zuccini crossoint from starbucks (its a new addiction) and then after her performance,we went to cartel for dessert and over -ordered, and stuffed our happy little faces:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i am SO damn tired, i dont know whats got into me. yesterday was the first day of school after the weekend and it was pretty packed but as always, teaching doesnt really feel like work cos the kiddies are so damn cute. then i came home, was online for a while, and then i slept at 5pm. yes, 5 in the afternoooooon. was supposed to go geylang with raine and all for the pasar malam which i was MOST lookin forward to cos of the Ramli burger but i just really didnt have the energy.so i slept happily after smsing her, and i only woke up arnd ten to munch sumthin so my stomache wouldnt be empty. and then i went back to sleep againnn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;woke up at 6 am today to get ready for school and then by 10am i was damn exhausted again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;WTH? considering i had like 13 hours of sleep the night before, i think i am officially a pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then i come home, and i was supposed to meet mark at night to get some work stuff and also go over to kaarts house at 5 to help her and latsy with the banners and all but i ended up sleeping arnd 4 in the afternoon today. i seriously am so lethargic i cant even eat. think im falling sick leh. the only reason why im even bloggin is cos my fone screwed and i came online to ask ragi to help me tell kaart im not coming over anymore. gonna have a slice of watermelon and then go back to sleeeeep. im so sad, but i cant even tahan 2 hours more to watch my darling criminal mindssss:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ah wellll.. think im coming down with sumthin altho i dont feel a flu coming on but there nust be a reason for the lethargic-ness heh hope im fine tmw tho cos the agenda is pretty damn tight. and im looking forward to itttttttttttt. ok now i feel like sleeping so hopefully i get enuff sleepytime hahaha and im all happy and hyper for tmw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ok la...im done. too tired. lovelove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5018563324272818741?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5018563324272818741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5018563324272818741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5018563324272818741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5018563324272818741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/had-nice-weeekenddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-6420426495943652736</id><published>2007-10-08T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:56:12.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels and devils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dishwalla'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;this is the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;that I'm ever gonna come here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;this is the last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I will fall into a place that fails us all - inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I can see the pain in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I can see the love in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but fighting all the demons will take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it will take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the angels they burn inside for us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;are we ever are we ever gonna learn to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the devils they burn inside of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;are we ever gonna come back down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;this is the last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;that I'm ever gonna give in tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;are there angels or devils crawling here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I just want to know what blurs and what is clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Still I can see the pain in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and I can see the love in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and fighting all the demons will take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it will take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the angels they burn inside for us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;are we ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;are we ever gonna learn to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the devils they burn inside of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;are we ever gonna come back down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm always gonna worry about the things that could break us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;if I was to give in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and then take a breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;make it deep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;cause it might be the last one you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;be the last one that could make us cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;you know that they could make us cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6420426495943652736?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6420426495943652736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=6420426495943652736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6420426495943652736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/6420426495943652736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-last-time-that-im-ever-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-2670806350289560239</id><published>2007-10-07T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:16:45.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and so the story goes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and so another weekend passes byyy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowww..i tell you, i'm becoming an old woman. on friday, i came home and napped, and then overslept and woke up in panic and ran to meet soma for dinner. ened up at KFC and i ate my yummy chicken while we gossiped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;some scary pretending man came and tried to disturb us but soma told me he was just faking it and i didnt really believe fully until later, when we were smoking outside, we sawhim walk aroudn absolutely normally. so weird la. how can people do that? i mean its just a betrayal f good human faith right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then after that i rushed to o bar, met up with viv and siva and all at o bar. then we ran away to have dinner, met stef and verona. sat down outside with verona talking over drinks, it was really interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then viv and kabee came to join us and we went back into o bar where it was drink galore. it was geena's bday and babygirl was havin funnn hahaha i took many many fotos which im only gonna pass to her if she gets facebook hahaha. caught up with harpreet for a bit. had an interesting chat. its funny, but sumtimes we all go thru similar things without even realising it. after that we got sick of o bar so we all ran away to dbl o's, which was awesomeeee. then soma came with his friends, surprise surprise, and we ended up at chillies, yay. hahah yeahhh..then it was home as usual la.i think i fell asleep in verona's car, and then i came home, bathed, and knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH a typical friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat was niceeee. i woke up in a mad rush, went to meet mark at united square. we conducted a few interviews there, and overall it was a pretty good turn out. then we went to bungalow for a bit to relax, and my mum fetched me and i went to the country club for dinner with the family and sri and his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner me and sri left and went to cityhall to meet ragi, kaartsy, rhadhi, shina and priyaaaa. we were too late for new york new york but we ended up going chijmes for a drink with them. SO FUN. seriosly. i lvoe them to bits. we're all crazy laaaa. ater that sri dropped me at geena's and i chilled wit kabee for a bit and then verona cameand we sent viv home cos babyboy was drunkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed lorraineee, u should've joined us at chijmes la! hope u have fun at o bar.muaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so interesting how things have changed la. but it was a great weekend nonetheless. i guess a bit too much of the sameold sameold can drown u after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-2670806350289560239?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2670806350289560239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=2670806350289560239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2670806350289560239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2670806350289560239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-another-weekend-passes-byyy.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-6957296042765110175</id><published>2007-10-05T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:58:53.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and yet u act the same. ~fairweatheredfriends~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u say u understand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloo. it feels like its been ages since i blogged, when in actual fact, it's hardly been a month. but its been a eventual barely-month, so much has happened and its gonna be a bitch trying to catch up with all the gossip ya'all. hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok first thing on my mind...the KL trip..which was awesome. SO awesome. hahaha awesomeness IS the word of the month la, but seriously, from the gorgeous food to the shopping trips to the clubbing and our spasticated cab rides, not to mention the guitar-ing and beer by the pool, everybit of it was so fun and i lovee the girls for giving me a trip that took my mind of all the rubbish that was bugging me. that said, i'm much happier now. i realised that me being nice for so long was dumb, and that he really wasnt worth it. oh well, i hope he and rebound girl are happy:) oh wait..did i just call her rebound girl? i mean oomp...ok i'll stop here. its not her fault, i mean at the end of the day she did me a favour by takin him off my hands but i just think its funny how u really never know what girls are thinkin sumtimes. eew. well, if u want my rejects, u may have em:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i want my money back. ughh..ex-boyfrens that owe money are so grosss. jus pay up la, instead of being so pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school now..kiddies are havin PSLE and im stressed for them. I actually miss my p6 classes la. but its ok, i love my primary threes so much too..theyre little angels, and devils. but more angels. im havin endless free periods today so im gonna plant myself in my mum's class and bug her and her cuties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went dxo last week, had funnnnn. its nice to get mabok once in a while, altho all i had was beer and like a jug..wtf? hahaa the next day i went town and bugis wit soma, then met the rest at reds bar for the opening, met ryan there as well. then went MOS, and it wa so funnnn, i swear we're all psycho la. and my dare was DUMBBBB:( hahaha i bet everyone in pure thinks im a freak. then we ran away from MOS for a while to drink at iguana. our yummy chocolate shots and frozen margs. YUM. then back to MOS where i was boring again, sitting down and watching everyone dance.  sunday i had work, but i had funnnn. got stef to bring the baby down and he was most lovedddd! i hope baby T gets famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lookin forward to tis weekend, which is barely hours away. i need to go get my eyebrows threaded, and then im meetin somaaa for a abit, and then gonna go o bar with the rest for geena's bday. she's havin a house party tmw too, so that should be funnn. happy birthday geeena;)  Oh i wanna go gleneagles as well..poor little baby. im sure he'll get better soon tho..there's too much love around him for him not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy. i wish i could d/l msn on my sch com:( hahaha thats it for nowww..a boring update on my boring life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-6957296042765110175?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38855710.post-1719743182384098288</id><published>2007-09-21T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T05:05:04.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm leaving ya alllllllll....hahah just for the weekend but god knows i need this. i'll see you all next week. love you allllllll. mwaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-1719743182384098288?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1719743182384098288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelly clarkson-break away'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grew up in a small town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when the rain would fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd just stare out my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dreaming of what could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And if I'd end up happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trying hard to reach out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But when I tried to speak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Felt like no one could hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wanted to belong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But something felt so wrong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I'd pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make a wish, take a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make a change, and break away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make a change, and break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wanna feel the warm breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sleep under a palm tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feel the rush of the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Get onboard a fast train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Travel on a jetplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make a wish, take a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make a change, and break away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make a change, and break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Buildings with a hundred floors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Swinging with revolving doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe I dont know where theyll take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gotta keep movin on movin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though its not easy to tell you goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Take a risk, take a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make a change, and break away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I won't forget the place I come from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I gotta take a risk, take a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make a change, and break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38855710.post-2410331595230408932</id><published>2007-09-19T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:41:37.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns N Roses - Don&apos;t Cry Lyrics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Talk to me softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's something in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't hang your head in sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And please dont cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know how you feel inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've been there before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Somethin's changin' inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And don't you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I still love you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Give me a whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And give me a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Give me a kiss before you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tell me goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you take it so hard now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And please don't take it so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll still be thinkin' of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And the times we had...baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And please remember that I never lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And please remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;how I felt inside now honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You gotta make it your own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But you'll be alright now sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You'll feel better tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Come the morning light now baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;An don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;An don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And don't you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you ever cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Baby maybe someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you ever cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-2410331595230408932?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2410331595230408932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=2410331595230408932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2410331595230408932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/2410331595230408932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/09/talk-to-me-softly-theres-something-in.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-5848234308302416229</id><published>2007-09-12T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:37:11.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont ever mistake my niceness for a weakness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm tireddd. i should sleep soon, and i will after i check my mail and bathe. its been a rough few days, today being the shocker, and i guess altho sometimes these so called lessons in life can get very painful, they do teach us something. i guess i learnt today that i am strong, and that noone can take me down. i'm never gonna regret how nice i was, neither am i going to regret the past, because despite the fights, there were many pretty memories as well. But i am going to accept the present as it is, and pick up the pieces and move along. i wish things had turned out different, but i wish the two of them well as well. thats life hey? you win some, you lose some. you love some, they hurt some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;school's started, and its pretty hectic. got the kiddies PSLE comin up this sem, and im as stressed as they are. i love school tho,its such a pick-me-up. my kids are such angels, really, and i love them. after school i stayed up to finish all the marking(omg,its never-ending) and then i came home to nap, but ended up meetin reena and her bf shaun at the casuarina prata shop for a while..then i came home to change and headed to town to meet eli and sal for a much needed weirdo-outing and some girliloving. we walked around, cracked eachother up, had a yummy dinner at fareast and then spontaneously headed to holland for coffee cos ryan was there and its been ages since i saw him. he and kyle were at haagen daaz and we three girls decided to park ourselves there as well cos we wanted to smoke and the starbucks at holland has NO smoking area! heh. and i was craving baileys icecream, which they didnt have, so i ended up ordering a rumand raisin shake while the other two ordered some yum chocolate fantasy icecream monster calories icecream. YUMMM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we had an interesting talk..i kinda think we sorted out our heads abit. it was educational, thats for sure. hahah then i had to ciao cos i have school tmw morning so me and eli headed off, and then ryan called me from tangos and i met him and kyle and we headed back together. such bums they are. and so mean. poor moses lim:( hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i got home, printed out sum stuff for reena, and am chattin abit, drinking yakult,while simultaneously checkin up my facebook. yes, my multi-taskin skills are amazing arent they? hahahah yeahhh..so thats about it. im gonna end now, go have that long bath i crave and hit the bed. love ya alll:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5848234308302416229?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5848234308302416229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5848234308302416229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5848234308302416229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/5848234308302416229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-tireddd.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-8583147578879374444</id><published>2007-09-07T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T02:39:51.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blehh..i feel sad. this sucks but yeah..i guess time will tell. meanwhile i just wait patiently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am womannnn..hear me roarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-8583147578879374444?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8583147578879374444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=8583147578879374444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8583147578879374444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38855710/posts/default/8583147578879374444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/2007/09/blehh.html' title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-1907525489101315056</id><published>2007-08-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:36:13.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how long are we talking about?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oooh i cant believe the day before yesterday was so bad..as in i cant believe i was actually down, but im glad im better now. i love all my friends that have been there la, like shawny,viv, sal and eli. u guys really are darlings and i love ya all for the things you say. and of course my darlinggg sister Popo!!hahahahah mwahahah. breakups suck but i guess time heals all wounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm in the midst of reading this realllyyyy good book, "The Last Don" by Mario Puzo. its excellent. i'm so drawn in to their lives, the writing, the people, their story. and there was this one particular passage i read today that just got me thinking abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'for the first time she did not want to remain friends at the end of an affair. What really bothered her was her lack of intelligence. It was obvious that all his behaviour was a trick to make her go away, that it had taken her too long to get the hint. It was mortifying.How could she have been so dumb?She wept, but in a week she found she did not miss being in love at all. Her time was her own and she could work. It was a pleasure to get back to her writing with a head clear of cocaine and true love.' -mario puzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mannn. i mean i just relate a bit to it, but at the same time, alot to it. i guess at first i didnt doubt what we had, but the way he's just let go makes me question it, and i dont like the answers i come up with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont understand how love can turn to hate..i wish that people would realise that when it ends, it doesnt have to get sour, cos that just prevents us from getting closure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cos i think we all really need closure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh well. this sucks but i keep telling myself that if he can do this, AGAIN, after pleading his heart out for me to give him another chance after i came back from aussie, then what the hell, i guess i just have to keep remembering that if he cared, he wouldnt hurt me like this right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i cant believe it man..i went to aussie to clear my head and i came back happy..ready to move on with the next part of my life, and then he had that accident and he kept calling and telling me that he'd change and AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGEMENT i decided to give it a go. and it all happenes again, like a vicious cycle that never stops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whats that saying? a leopard doesnt change it's spots? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yes,i believe now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i want contact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;after two years, is that too much to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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title=''/><author><name>shO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877177411553080553</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-38855710.post-7142547426880384970</id><published>2007-08-28T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T02:25:38.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you know..i guess ive been partially blocking it out, and mostly too busy with work, but its finally starting to hurt abit. and all tho i dont want to go into it too much, cos in the end, this is my journey to get through, i do have one thing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i hope that with every 'step' he takes to get over me, get over us..be it the drinking or the girls..i hope he realises that even tho it makes him feel better for the moment, it just destroys the memory of what we had, bit by bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for god sake, have a little class. show me it wasnt all nothing, by atleast taking a little time to get over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-7142547426880384970?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7142547426880384970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Qj58ehgFZg/RtMWgKHxI0I/AAAAAAAAALs/5LgjK20cF08/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Qj58ehgFZg/RtMWgKHxI0I/AAAAAAAAALs/5LgjK20cF08/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i guess after all the fighting&lt;br /&gt;its just easier to forget&lt;br /&gt;but even tho it hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;i'm still glad that we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh well..whatever la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38855710-5845402234053063365?l=itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsthebitchswitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5845402234053063365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38855710&amp;postID=5845402234053063365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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