<?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-17252590</id><updated>2011-05-10T08:23:35.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody deserves to be loved</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm just an ordinary girl. 
If you don't know me, I'll seem like an ice-queen.
If you do know me, I'm nice enough to be a caring friend.

For my friends, I treasure every single one of you.
For my family, no love can be greater than mine for each of you.
For the people who don't like me, I hope I get the chance to change your mind one day.
For the one who I love with all my heart, you mean the world to me and I'll never wanna let you go.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-6930313140241471816</id><published>2007-01-03T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:50:00.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still here, I have to explain that the period of time when my blog was unreachable, it was due to a technical fault by blogger.&lt;br /&gt;hence, i have created a new space for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.i-am-cleopatra.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that with a new blog, a new fresher layout and a new year,&lt;br /&gt;my life will no longer be as dark as this one you are reading now.&lt;br /&gt;as my friends, i am inviting all of you to continue to be a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;this blog will remain an important part of my memories forever...&lt;br /&gt;but i hope the new space will bring me happiness like this one didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-6930313140241471816?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/6930313140241471816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/6930313140241471816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/dear-all-if-you-are-still-here-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-2710221907823259736</id><published>2006-11-19T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:32:06.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-2710221907823259736?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/2710221907823259736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/2710221907823259736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-rest-my-case.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-116385647563194579</id><published>2006-11-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:27:55.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why must there be so much pain and hatred in this world?&lt;br /&gt;i can see why you are upset.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to say this - you havent been replaced. and you never will be.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lying if i say that i can forget you or replace you.&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;so what if i'm dating again?&lt;br /&gt;does that mean i'm in love again or happy?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;so not.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just seeking company to absolve my loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's in depression now.&lt;br /&gt;undergoing counselling and on medication.&lt;br /&gt;you know how it feels for me?&lt;br /&gt;you know how horrible it is to hear your dad speak of suicide?&lt;br /&gt;everyday i live on the edge of insanity and fear.&lt;br /&gt;because i dunno when everything in my life will fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt help that i'm so so occupied by attachment that i cant even remember the last time i had a proper dinner and conversaton with my family.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what my dad has done in the past, he is still my dad.&lt;br /&gt;i still love him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so lost and i dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you remember why you broke up with me?&lt;br /&gt;the root of it is that you felt i dont make enough effort to spend time with you.&lt;br /&gt;now, can you see that it's not just you? my family is suffering too.&lt;br /&gt;and do i have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;no i dont.&lt;br /&gt;if i had one, i'll never neglect my family. and you should know how important my family is to me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know if you're reading this, but i still have to say it.&lt;br /&gt;you know why i started dating again?&lt;br /&gt;because i got sick and tired of drowning myself in alcohol night after night after night..&lt;br /&gt;which was what i did the week after we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;it was my only other alternative.&lt;br /&gt;say what you may like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;like you said in your own blog, you wont wish me happiness and you wont give me your blessings. i hope you're happy now that i'm not getting a single ounce of happiness in every single aspect of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i'm dating again?&lt;br /&gt;i still cry myself to sleep every other night.&lt;br /&gt;and i only knew about my dad's depression a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;via email.&lt;br /&gt;because my mum couldnt find a way to speak to me besides my email.&lt;br /&gt;cos she knows i check it for work regularly.&lt;br /&gt;and to think we stay in the same house. in the same small small house.&lt;br /&gt;you have any idea how patheticc that feels?&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot even take a day's break... cos LO warned me that if i take another day of MC, i'll have to re-do my entire SIP. retarded.&lt;br /&gt;so what do i do now?&lt;br /&gt;continue.&lt;br /&gt;and pray hard that god gives me enough time to make it all up to my family when SIP ends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm living on borrowed time now.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish so hard, that i have enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;why isnt anyone there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;why doesnt anyone care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;why is there no understanding in this world or in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i to do now???&lt;br /&gt;so much pain, so much hurt, so much anger, so much confusion...&lt;br /&gt;so lost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-116385647563194579?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116385647563194579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116385647563194579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-must-there-be-so-much-pain-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-116324661627276586</id><published>2006-11-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:05:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and yes... i still do read your space. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you now enjoy my habit of reading alone at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;i still do, you know...&lt;br /&gt;take care of yourself...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really proud of you, and happy for you... for all the successes and great times you're having at work...&lt;br /&gt;glad you took the advice to try new things... you've really gained from it...&lt;br /&gt;really really happy for you...&lt;br /&gt;all the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much that wants to be said... but also so much that no longer needs to be said... it's all said and done, ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-116324661627276586?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116324661627276586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116324661627276586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-116324635281188848</id><published>2006-11-11T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:59:12.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i seemed to have disappeared from the face of earth for so long is due to a few factors:&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Attachment at TT is so torturing, time-consuming and energy-sapping. for example, yesterday i was on the afternoon shift and worked till 10plus. then was forced to go for the irritating DnD at Hilton Hotel until 12plus. it was a waste of time and i truly didn't see an enjoyment in it. It would be ok, except for the fact that this morning, i had to be at work at 7am. which means if i go home and sleep, i need to wake up at 4.30am. which will leave me with barely 2 to 3 hours. i didn't dare to sleep, cos i know i'd definitely not be able to get up. so, hanged around in orchard throughout the night. so as of now, i've gone about 30-odd hours without sleep. and i feel like a walking zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - back to modeling. done a few days of modeling for OSIM's new product... awfully good money but it's not dependable. been shuttling around for auditions and castings with some near successes but still lacking the last stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - FBMA youth arm... time-consuming and it's a heavy responsibility. i know i will relish the responsibility. i just need to get used to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - still helping my manager at TT deal with some of his workload from the ARDE Singapore. should be over soon... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - as some people would have already seen, i'm back in the dating field. so yes, i'm not gonna hide the fact that i've bounced back from heartbreak and as always, i believe strongly in light at the end of the tunnel still... think what you may think about me and say what you may say. all i have to say is - my uncanny ability to bounce back from my losses and stand up stronger has led me thus far all these years. and this ability does not make me less of a woman than i am. whatever impression you may draw, it's your impression afterall. no, i havent forgotten the past, and neither have i forgotten you or him. no way will i forget. i have merely chosen to give myself a chance... and put the keys to my happiness in my own hands instead of anyone else's. if this doesnt make sense to you, dont bother trying to figure it out. cos it's likely that you never will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know now,&lt;br /&gt;is that i need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;desperately.&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;i could go without sleep for 72hours on end,&lt;br /&gt;work 17hour shifts for 3 to 4 days in a row,&lt;br /&gt;and not feel the tug of weariness.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't now.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it because i'm growing old,&lt;br /&gt;or it's merely cos i'm not enjoying my job?&lt;br /&gt;wonder wonder wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's was great to see familiar faces along the streets... especially GAYNA! nu-er! getting prettier and prettier by the day... i saw the puzzled look in your eyes and i promise i'll explain it to you when we get the chance yeah? =) oh and you take care too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin, Shawn, Joce and gang!&lt;br /&gt;KTV!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i want my kopitiam sessionsssssssssssss toooooo...........&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying from cold turkey...&lt;br /&gt;and i truly truly miss you people...&lt;br /&gt;take care and dont work too hard wor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night...&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to be back as soon as i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-116324635281188848?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116324635281188848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116324635281188848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-116144468538289517</id><published>2006-10-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:31:25.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Porsche 911!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a classic style, but you're up-to-date with the latest technology. You're ambitious, competitive, and you love to win.  Performance, precision, and prestige - you're one of the elite,and you know it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Take the &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar"&gt;Which Sports Car Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha! that's me.&lt;br /&gt;what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-116144468538289517?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116144468538289517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116144468538289517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-porsche-911-you-have-classic-style.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-116076016889947629</id><published>2006-10-14T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:22:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying very hard to recover from my illness,&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed out,&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing my battle with sanity,&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling back into a self-destructive rut,&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to hate myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna blog because i just watched World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really not in the right state of mind now.&lt;br /&gt;abit groggy from no sleep, work, permanently putting on a mask.&lt;br /&gt;just a word of advice: dont waste money on the show. go watch if you just wanna find a legitimate reason for crying in public. dont watch if you're thinking of Titanic. download, or wait for dvd/vcd. mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;badly.&lt;br /&gt;even after my dad's valium, i still cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;there's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be able to sleep anytime, anywhere, no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-116076016889947629?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116076016889947629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116076016889947629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-tired-im-still-trying-very-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-116039677256401853</id><published>2006-10-09T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:26:12.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;my whole body's weak and aching.&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;my nose is leaking.&lt;br /&gt;i had no choice but to take MC today from work.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and went to work in the morning... going against the wishes of my body.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i was feeling so so very terrible that i felt like fainting while delivering newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;after working for 2 hours, i had no choice but to go home.&lt;br /&gt;wasted my time waking up so early.&lt;br /&gt;grrr....&lt;br /&gt;so i'm using the first of my 2 days MC.&lt;br /&gt;and i think the virus is working its way down to my stomach to gimme a stomach flu.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it already.&lt;br /&gt;i might have to take tmw off too...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i hate SIP.&lt;br /&gt;should i or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;if i go to work, i'm just afraid i wont get enough rest and i wont recover.&lt;br /&gt;but if i dont go to work, it means another day of MC.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all groggy from the medication.&lt;br /&gt;going to bed now...&lt;br /&gt;bye all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they say...&lt;br /&gt;good luck, fortune and happiness never fails to shun my way...&lt;br /&gt;misfortune and unhappiness finds me wherever i go, whatever i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-116039677256401853?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116039677256401853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116039677256401853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-116031185687492915</id><published>2006-10-08T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:50:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;fever, sore throat, runny nose, headache, etc.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm quite sure that the main culprit is the freaking haze that's clouding our lives.&lt;br /&gt;last night i went drinking again.&lt;br /&gt;and i think my alcohol tolerance level has risen quite abit... drinking more than usual, i didnt get as woozy as i usually would.&lt;br /&gt;but what i wanted to say was the the haze outdoors was worse than the haze in the pub, where people are smoking everywhere in an air-conditioned place.&lt;br /&gt;wadehell lar.&lt;br /&gt;and my sensitive nose just gave way and i woke up with all that i mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take MC... but couldnt bear to waste my only 2 days of entitlement cos i'm sure i'll need more over the next four months.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning now...&lt;br /&gt;and i still have to work morning shift tmw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;surviving on 3 to 4 hours of sleep each night is not good.&lt;br /&gt;it's beginning to take its toll on me and on everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant seem to sleep when i need to.&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep while trying to read emails at work.&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep during my meal breaks while eating.&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep on the bus and MRT.&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep in the car.&lt;br /&gt;but the moment i lie in bed, when the lights are off and the night is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes and i start dreaming even before i fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;and i find myself awake soon after.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why that is so...&lt;br /&gt;too many messy thoughts in my mind maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who's wondering what happened,&lt;br /&gt;you can ask me if you really wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you the facts and as for everything else, its up to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;the difference between now and before, is that i no longer want to be put within risk of being given an ultimatum of 15 minutes to delete my entries again.&lt;br /&gt;and i no longer wanna be accused of victimising others and making myself seem like the poor thing in the story.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened, happened for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;and in everything that happens between 2 people takes 2 hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;the more i go on, the higher the risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in pain but i'll recover.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not completely, but i will.&lt;br /&gt;i have to.&lt;br /&gt;cos i cannot let the past repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care everyone...&lt;br /&gt;i miss you all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-116031185687492915?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116031185687492915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116031185687492915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-116005243871520676</id><published>2006-10-05T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:47:18.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conclusion: Getting pissed drunk 3 days in a row is not good.&lt;br /&gt;not good for your physical health and neither is it good for your mental wellness.&lt;br /&gt;The usually nice to everyone at work me started snapping at people who got on my nerves early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And this morning, I was late for work. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;2nd time!&lt;br /&gt;I've never had the habit of being late for work. More often than not, I'm early.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Serves me right for downing Martell till 12plus last night though I was supposed to wake up at 4.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Today at work, I found myself with more responsibilities than usual.&lt;br /&gt;And by right, I shouldn't have any problems handling them.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And when Rose called me while I was paying for my retail therapy,&lt;br /&gt;to ask me about some envelope that she swears she saw me holding,&lt;br /&gt;i blanked out.&lt;br /&gt;"envelope? what envelope? i dunno... i have no impression of myself holding the envelope. i swear!"&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting scolded by her but i really dunno!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking if she's right or she made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;my heads all light and heavy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can be glad of is that i go drinking with my dearest cousin so i know there's always someone to take care of me and i know i'll never do foolish things once i get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;better still, my dad sponsors my Martell and Chivas!&lt;br /&gt;haha... indirectly lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I indulged in a little bit of retail therapy this afternoon while waiting for my mum to end work so she can send me home.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that she's joined a new company and her office is in Shaw Centre? Haha... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;went into Zara and just took whatever caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't shopped decently for more than half a year!&lt;br /&gt;goodness...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was so excited that i mistakenly took a pair of leggings that are too small for my thunder thighs.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;yeah so... i have to go back and exchange tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;maybe get one more item.&lt;br /&gt;today didn't have much time.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to keep reminding myself that i have limited pay.&lt;br /&gt;like SUPER UBER limited. this latest paycheck? $307.&lt;br /&gt;like... WTF?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess now i have time to go work part-time?&lt;br /&gt;no other commitments except for internship.&lt;br /&gt;if people like Jovi can still work at Waraku despite internship,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can too.&lt;br /&gt;at least with a part-time job to occupy my nights, i wont have the time and energy to think too much, much less get mself pissed-drunk at a place my dad frequents like his 2nd home.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still think about it.&lt;br /&gt;i think i still have Lawrence's number.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;maybe some other place that isnt so strict to their staff... somewhere i can drink and enjoy on the job.&lt;br /&gt;maybe... maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was our first FBMA youth arm meeting.&lt;br /&gt;at Conrad Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm officially the PR Manager.&lt;br /&gt;sounds great huh?&lt;br /&gt;I feel up to the challenge, and I hope I don't let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm working in line with my goals to go into Communications.&lt;br /&gt;Though my first love would still be journalism, i guess i wouldn't wanna study it.&lt;br /&gt;get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;i need a career that i can satisfy myself with. Journalism can be a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;and... F&amp;B will be my first platform. because it is where i know i can definitely excel in. it is where i know i have the knowledge and expertise in. one step at a time. in terms of life and career, i'm still very young and tender.&lt;br /&gt;and my assistants? Sherry and DreY!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;PR is gonna be a freaking havoc department.&lt;br /&gt;happening sia&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i hope we'll work well together with passion and commitment. The exact same ingredients needed to succeed in the F&amp;amp;B industry.&lt;br /&gt;i've thought of our directions and goals already so it's a good start i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;i want to forget the present.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna un-do all the happiness i've caused myself and others.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna un-do everything i've done to hurt myself and my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;will i ever get a chance?&lt;br /&gt;if i do, will i take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go on a long long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;alone and peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;i think i lost myself somewhere along the past 3 years...&lt;br /&gt;i need to search for the true me.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna travel to places like Eqypt, New Zealand, Australia, Switzerland, Italy, France, etc...&lt;br /&gt;i need a sponsor who's willing to gimme the money but at the same time dont want to travel with me.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;like so impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Zara with its winter collection,&lt;br /&gt;i dream of a white christmas in somewhere like Japan or London.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i first had this dream.&lt;br /&gt;and i still have it.&lt;br /&gt;it burns within me and its like a flame that grows bigger and stronger as the years pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i need to go sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;cos tmw early morning have to go SIR building with granny...&lt;br /&gt;probably gonna need a sleeping pill but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;good night all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-116005243871520676?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116005243871520676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/116005243871520676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/conclusion-getting-pissed-drunk-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115981320007981559</id><published>2006-10-03T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T02:20:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised once again today that drinking doesnt solve a thing.&lt;br /&gt;it only succeeds in giving me a champion hangover and brings me tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked away because it's all i could do then.&lt;br /&gt;i knew i'd lose all my courage if i turned back.&lt;br /&gt;it hurt so bloody much to walk away...&lt;br /&gt;but i had to.&lt;br /&gt;i love you so... and hence i'm letting you go.&lt;br /&gt;you want it, we'll do it. your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed to nurse the head and the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115981320007981559?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115981320007981559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115981320007981559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-realised-once-again-today-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115970694618318067</id><published>2006-10-01T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:49:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was 1 whole damned hour late for work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be at work before 7.30am and guess what time i woke up?&lt;br /&gt;7.20&lt;br /&gt;all because i turned off my alarm instead of snoozed it.&lt;br /&gt;had to stay till 4.30 hence.&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;and Mr. Dantin bought us Haagen-dazs ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;so I had haagen-daz and mac's for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;yum~!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;he's so sweet =)&lt;br /&gt;just the other day Komoda-san bought us haagen-dazs too.&lt;br /&gt;i guess having a shop opposite us is quite a fortunate thing too huh?&lt;br /&gt;finally had a chance to have dinner with my family too...&lt;br /&gt;not very nice ah... cos dad has the habit of trying new kopitiams.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm craving bak kut teh.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;i can never lose my craving unless i satisfy it.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long it'll take.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from today onwards, i got mostly morning shifts so i hope this means i get my life back.&lt;br /&gt;even if it's only for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;and since i just got my pay,&lt;br /&gt;k-box anyone?&lt;br /&gt;hurry hurry!&lt;br /&gt;i need my kakis to satisfy my other craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got more cravings.&lt;br /&gt;most immediate one would be my bed, pillow and comfy blanket.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall go about satisfying it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i crave you. when will i get my satisfaction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115970694618318067?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115970694618318067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115970694618318067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-1-whole-damned-hour-late-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115954897310566738</id><published>2006-09-30T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:56:13.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna blog. but i'm so dead tired. and i so desperately want a life now. no ktv-ing, no drinking with cousin, no slacking at home, no spending time with boyfriend. argh. it's getting on my nerves. i can feel myself getting more and more frazzled by the day. it's affecting my mood. and even my colleagues can tell. that's when i'm smiling like my life depended on it to everyone at work. sigh. i need to get away. a hoilday. Mr. Pitman thanks me for introducing the best golf courses in Batam to him. he's going to 2 of them over the weekend and teased me about it - "wanna join me? then you can find out whether you make god recommendations!" i wanna go! but of course not with him. and of course i cant. i'm on SIP. it's like being in jail. sigh. plus Mr. Pitman's a regular Don Juan, bringing different girls back to is apartment every other day. haha. random. gtg. nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115954897310566738?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115954897310566738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115954897310566738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wanna-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115944491733760255</id><published>2006-09-28T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:01:57.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F&amp;BMA dinner and dance last night was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;it's way better than SCC's.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;no offence but it's true!&lt;br /&gt;i swear...&lt;br /&gt;Great planning, fantastic emcee, pretty good food, nice people, etc.&lt;br /&gt;the F&amp;amp;BMA youth arm was also officially launched and it was well-received.&lt;br /&gt;there will be a meeting next wednesday to finalise the positions of the main and sub committees.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i'm dead-set as the head of membership already.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess it's fine by me...&lt;br /&gt;it's where i have the most experience in...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;it was a great occasion for networking and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;met the who's who of the local F&amp;B industry, won a sausage-eating competition (it's true!!!), and won my first ever D&amp;amp;D lucky draw prize in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i think this weekend have to go and buy 4D already.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;i found out that my manager and TT's a committee member of the ARDE Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the people i was in charge of serving when they had a gathering at Pan Pacific's Summerhouse last year... i remember serving Mr Revi Nair.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot recall ever seeing my manager there.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a side-job to do.&lt;br /&gt;to call every hotel in his list and verify the general manager's names... then compile and send out emails to them...&lt;br /&gt;sounds damn simple right?&lt;br /&gt;haha... he's gonna pay me $100.&lt;br /&gt;wee~!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;and he asked me whether wanna work part-time at the cafe at TT. he'll pay me $7 per hour.&lt;br /&gt;wadehell!? that's way above the industry average for cafes.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;but i told him i'll consider... cos they dont seem to take the F&amp;B part of the business very seriously. but i'm the sort that take F&amp;amp;B damn bloody seriously if i have to work there.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... still considering.&lt;br /&gt;plus i dunno if i wanna OT in TT longer than i already have to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that i'll be paid. it's a totally different thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;is it?&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my PMS password!!&lt;br /&gt;though the system we use at TT is slightly different from the "idiot-proof" FIdelio software we learn in Lodging Systems and Operation.&lt;br /&gt;Epitome is so much more of a hassle but interesting to learn about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;though my password only allows access into the query database and i wont be allowed to use it to do posting and make changes, i believe it's still rather early... my chance will come.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be patient... i have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;i slept barely 4 hours last night and had to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to end at 3, we ended up leaving only at 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;grrr....&lt;br /&gt;some training thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i was barely awake already... dozing off...&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna go sleep in awhile, as soon as i'm done with this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why i'm addicted to Nora Roberts already...&lt;br /&gt;it's because of the way she describes and portrays her characters when they're so crazily and deeply in love that they know it's where their destiny lies the moment they lay eyes on each other.&lt;br /&gt;i immerse myself in their worlds and find myself lost when i read "The End".&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ashamed to say that.&lt;br /&gt;though most will tell me it's fiction and i'm just dreaming... i will still say i believe it exists and it's waiting somewhere. maybe i've found it, and just havent realised it. and maybe i've lost it and it's gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know it myself...&lt;br /&gt;last night, i woke up in the middle of the night and couldnt shake this thought off my mind: "do i really know myself? is this how i wanna be for the rest of my life? maybe i should drop everything i have now, travel and seek out the true Cleo.&lt;br /&gt;it will be the unrealistic me. but then again, i dont think i am a realistic person through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still a dreamer and a seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and i miss you. crazily. do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115944491733760255?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115944491733760255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115944491733760255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/fb-damn-bloody-seriously-if-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115902508658327775</id><published>2006-09-23T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:24:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's mummy's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday, mum!"&lt;br /&gt;i gave her the gift i got her this morning.&lt;br /&gt;and dad got his birthday gift a little early too.&lt;br /&gt;it was a set of identical rings.&lt;br /&gt;simple, elegant and engraved with "Mummy" and "Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;i hope this reminds them that they are not only husband and wife, they are also parents to the 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;i purchased the rings and did the engraving without knowing their ring sizes.&lt;br /&gt;so up till this morning, i was still sweating about whether it will fit them.&lt;br /&gt;and the great thing is that mum's one fit perfectly, and dad's was a little loose for him but it was still fine.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad and relieved.&lt;br /&gt;another reason i got them the rings is because i know that they sold of their wedding bands to pay off debts so they don't have anything that symbolises their union with one another.&lt;br /&gt;they were happy with the gift they got...&lt;br /&gt;and my worries that they wont like it were unfounded.&lt;br /&gt;mummy loved it!&lt;br /&gt;and they both wore them the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;wee~!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing a topic...&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would lose weight working at TT since staff meals are not provided and the walk from the MRT to work everyday is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;but alas,&lt;br /&gt;i'm putting on weight.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm snacking instead of eating proper meals.&lt;br /&gt;cup noodles, oreos, McChicken burgers and crap like that.&lt;br /&gt;every single day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not only growing fat,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to fall sick soon.&lt;br /&gt;grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single colleague that works with me asks me the same question at least once:&lt;br /&gt;"why did you choose TT?"&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;and all i say is: i already regret my choice. so yeah. too bad. i just have to make the most out of it. i wanted a change in environment, but now i plead temporary insanity for my choice at that time. sigh. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop grumbling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night shift tmw... means i cant watch Singapore Idol finals.&lt;br /&gt;Hady and Jonathan!!!&lt;br /&gt;i love them both.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan's got this fantastically seductive sexy voice. even when he's talking. and his small beady eyes.... oh so sexy. haha... i like guys with small beady eyes. ever since Hidetoshi Nakata came into my life =)&lt;br /&gt;Hady... he's the understated kinda guy. not showy, but so so charming. haha... can Mediacorp make an exception? let them BOTH win it!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... i must be dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;i need kind creatures to record for me...&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i got no video player. also cannot watch. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;too bad then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm missing ANTM every week!&lt;br /&gt;goodness...&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention Project Runway's new season.&lt;br /&gt;F***.&lt;br /&gt;i hate working night shift.&lt;br /&gt;now you know why i say i got no life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin, Shawn, Joce and gang.... i miss each and every one of you!&lt;br /&gt;i need my dose of KTV soon if not i'm gonna go bonkers!&lt;br /&gt;argh...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;now's like cold turkey for me... and i know i'm not gonna survive if it goes on...&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;like you said you always tell people...&lt;br /&gt;"we're not fine. we're just having a truce."&lt;br /&gt;so i guess now it depends on how long the truce will last this time round.&lt;br /&gt;a long long time i hope...&lt;br /&gt;love you darling...&lt;br /&gt;i still hope it's the best thing that can happen to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and i miss you. so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115902508658327775?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115902508658327775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115902508658327775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/todays-mummys-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115875254932648221</id><published>2006-09-20T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:42:29.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, my first off-day.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've waited my whole life for it.&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I'm very lazy to be here typing,&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all,&lt;br /&gt;miss me?&lt;br /&gt;muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;i know i miss everyone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a bloody no-lifer.&lt;br /&gt;afternoon shift is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i wake up in time to go to work, end work and go back home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the cycle repeats itself the next day.&lt;br /&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for morning shift.&lt;br /&gt;though it means i have to wake up early,&lt;br /&gt;i think i rather have most of the day to myself than to let the days roll by meaninglessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;work is.... indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;first few days, it sucked like hell.&lt;br /&gt;i hated the feeling of inadequacy in the face of the experienced 'seniors' there.&lt;br /&gt;especially when i realised most of the job encompasses the need to know most of the tenants well enough to know their daily routine, their apartment number off-hand, their habits, their pet-peeves, their children and etc...&lt;br /&gt;it was so intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;so i dreaded going to work.&lt;br /&gt;and becasue we were trainees there,&lt;br /&gt;we were given rubbish jobs to do...&lt;br /&gt;deliver mails to apartments, deliver faxes, send up parcels and packages, call for taxis, arrange for wake-up calls and newspaper delivery, count stamps, and crap like that.&lt;br /&gt;i understand that it is part and parcel of the job...&lt;br /&gt;but it's like.... crazy... we're in heels and constipating courtshoes. and we have to walk round and round the estate.&lt;br /&gt;mind you, it's not like a hotel where it's high-rised but within a small area.&lt;br /&gt;220 APARTMENTS. spread over 4 floors only.&lt;br /&gt;imagine the area we need to cover.&lt;br /&gt;grrr...&lt;br /&gt;and no staff meals provided means dinner consists of usually oreo cookies and cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;yay. super 'healthy' eh?&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as the week passed by,&lt;br /&gt;i've picked up a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;and today, i can safely say that i am familiar with some of the guests we have in-house.&lt;br /&gt;the nice ones, the handsome ones, the pretty ones, the nasty ones, the crazy ones, the ones with the really cute and adorable children.&lt;br /&gt;and i've got the hang of the way things work around there.&lt;br /&gt;i believe i'm progresing fast enough and i hope that manager will trust me with a password to the PMS soon...&lt;br /&gt;then i can be of some help to my over-worked colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere there is very friendly and comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;and i guess it's good...&lt;br /&gt;not much politics... i hope it remains that way.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope i get to try out other aspects of the business there soon...&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be stuck in guest services for the entire period.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;today's off-day was ok...&lt;br /&gt;not entirely relaxing cos i went out to meet my boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;happy to see him after so many days...&lt;br /&gt;we went shopping for his sandals and he ended up with crocs.&lt;br /&gt;grrr... i still hate crocs.&lt;br /&gt;sorry... biased...&lt;br /&gt;then got birthday gifts for mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;mum's bday is this saturday and dad's will be next thursday....&lt;br /&gt;i'll reveal the  gifts on saturday...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so happy that i got what i got...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited about giving them to mummy and daddy...&lt;br /&gt;hope they wont find it too cheap...&lt;br /&gt;*prays fervently*&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the gifts to be ready,&lt;br /&gt;we went to have haagen-dazs....&lt;br /&gt;finally satisfied my craving!&lt;br /&gt;yum...&lt;br /&gt;thanks dear...&lt;br /&gt;for everything...&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to dear's house to chill but i wasnt feeling very well...&lt;br /&gt;giddy... so to prevent embarassing fainting spells that i'm prone to, i decided to head home...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my grandma was so happy to see me home for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;then it occurred to me that this is the first time in more than 1 week that i'm having her cooking for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i'm home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry dear...&lt;br /&gt;i know you were disappointed that i couldnt go to your place...&lt;br /&gt;cant help it...&lt;br /&gt;it was like home was calling out to me...&lt;br /&gt;and i miss dinner with my family too...&lt;br /&gt;hope you understand...&lt;br /&gt;i'll cya another day ah...&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll make an effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like so super shagged out every single day...&lt;br /&gt;and for what i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;$500 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;that's pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;i want january to come faster...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get outta there...&lt;br /&gt;i have to keep considering my part-time job possibility...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i already have solid plans for next year... once i graduate from TP.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to put those plans into action...&lt;br /&gt;i really cant wait...&lt;br /&gt;i want february to come quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i always have solid plans for the next step to take in life.&lt;br /&gt;it's a pleasure and a relief to have such plans.&lt;br /&gt;do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time... take care dear friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115875254932648221?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115875254932648221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115875254932648221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-my-first-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115842703114741524</id><published>2006-09-17T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:24:03.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss my blog.&lt;br /&gt;do you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;but i have absolutely no energy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;so tired everyday from work.&lt;br /&gt;shagged out.&lt;br /&gt;please be patient and wait for my first off-day k?&lt;br /&gt;it will be next wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;then i will take my own sweet time to post a super long entry.&lt;br /&gt;entailing every detail of my internship so far. (ok. maybe not every single detail. boring.)&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i'm popping out in zits.&lt;br /&gt;(erm. lousy english there but wadehell.)&lt;br /&gt;tag me if you miss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i had a manicure done! wee~! first job i'm holding that allows manicures... and it's free. cos the nail parlor's co-owned by daddy. i think the bill will be sent to him lar. but wadehell. as long as i get to enjoy. and the chairs we sit in for the pedicures are like full body massage chairs. heavenly heavenly! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night dear all...&lt;br /&gt;*muackz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. i miss my boyfriend. can hardly see or talk to him. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;and we were supposed to celebrate our 1st year anniversary on Friday, 15/09.&lt;br /&gt;we were both working, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;only met up for supper for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;sad...&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;*hugz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday gavin! like i said, i'll never forget your birthday. hahahaha.... thanks to my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really envy other people.&lt;br /&gt;i see girls who have stable relationships, great academic results, pretty, good figure, tall, can do everythng that i've dreamt of doing since long long ago.&lt;br /&gt;and i really get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, i get inferiority complex.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm not as good as them...&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like burying my disgraceful face into the ground and never hope to see light again.&lt;br /&gt;gawd... i hate this feelings...&lt;br /&gt;jealousy is indeed a green-eyed monster that makes you blind towards your own goodness. agree?&lt;br /&gt;i'm bullshitting lar.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;good night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115842703114741524?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115842703114741524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115842703114741524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115816319582480313</id><published>2006-09-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:59:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back exam results this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty satisfied with my results...&lt;br /&gt;wanted to announce it big here... but on second thoughts, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;dont want people to think i'm being arrogant and what not.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is i'm one big step closer to my dream of meeting NTU's GPA requirements.&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend says he doesn't wanna know my grades.&lt;br /&gt;and i respect that.&lt;br /&gt;so if you wanna know how i did,&lt;br /&gt;ask me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;just dont turn back and tell me things like: "wah lao. k lor, you clever lor."&lt;br /&gt;i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;i worked hard for my grades.&lt;br /&gt;i mugged my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote 3 answer booklets worth of answers for my DPD paper. triple of what others did. and i got back what i deserved. that's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy with my grades.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not really a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was a horror.&lt;br /&gt;first day,&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna comment too much in case there are busybody people here who screw things up for me.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that: first days are never fun.&lt;br /&gt;it will get better.&lt;br /&gt;i will do all i can to make it work for me.&lt;br /&gt;i can picture alot of things to be learnt and picked up along the way.&lt;br /&gt;i just have to learn how to stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;and learn how to step out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;and that comfort zone is F&amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going back in it.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i'll succeed in guest services.&lt;br /&gt;i will make it work.&lt;br /&gt;the next 5 months will be a hard road to walk.&lt;br /&gt;but it'll be a fruitful one i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;my feet are aching.&lt;br /&gt;i've got blisters.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sore from smiling and delivering mail.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;only rozy saw my good mood today. and it lasted not more than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm working afternoon shift for the rest of this month.&lt;br /&gt;2.15pm to 10.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;it's the "no-life" shift.&lt;br /&gt;i wake up to go to work, got to work, then go home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;same cycle the next day.&lt;br /&gt;my next off day is next wednesday. one whole week later,&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and i'll be here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i know you can do it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i wanna be able to afford to live in a $22k per month serviced penthouse too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115816319582480313?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115816319582480313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115816319582480313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/got-back-exam-results-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115799189040797076</id><published>2006-09-11T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:28:44.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uneventful day.&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Spent 4.5 hours watching the Chinese MTV channel's telecast of a massive concert that was held in Taiwan over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great show... The who's who of the chinese music industry performed.&lt;br /&gt;SHE, Jay Chou, A Mei, Wilbur Pan, Jolin Tsai, Fish Leong, Guang Liang, Tank, Gary, MayDay, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;So... guess I had a good earful of all my favorite k-songs.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to learn more of Jay's new album...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Movie and dinner double date again.&lt;br /&gt;Wee~!&lt;br /&gt;but the headache is what movie to watch?&lt;br /&gt;There are no good shows this week.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, but true.&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Hotel dinner again...&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying life!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;The last day of relaxation before internship begins...&lt;br /&gt;hope we'll all have a blast of a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend has work from 7am to 3pm...&lt;br /&gt;lucky him... attached to Raffles the Plaza's executive floor.&lt;br /&gt;it's like exclusive and so so difficult to be placed there...&lt;br /&gt;hope he works hard and learns alot from his colleagues there.&lt;br /&gt;jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last half an hour staring at my wardrobe,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of what to wear tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lost!&lt;br /&gt;i have a nice dress that i haven't had a chance of wearing.&lt;br /&gt;it's a Chanel LBD that Mum passed down to me...&lt;br /&gt;cost her a 3-figure sum and i think it's a great buy...&lt;br /&gt;it's not tight and figure-hugging, but it skims the body so nicely...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna wear it, but i'm afraid it'll be too formal for the other couple.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;i need a sponsor for a new wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;badly.&lt;br /&gt;i gained some weight and rounded out over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;hence, now half of my wardrobe doesnt fit me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i look frumpy in most of them.&lt;br /&gt;wardrobe makeover!&lt;br /&gt;i need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list of wants/needs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. new clothes, shoes, accessories (i.e. new wardrobe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. tix to Lee Hom's concert on the 21st October. ($148/$168. argh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. holiday... ideal destinations: Australia, NewZealand, Switzerland, Japan, Taiwan, or anywhere at all! cruises are welcome too =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. more books. Jodi Picoult, Nora Roberts, Qiong Yao, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. iPod nano! or shuffle, if there is one with larger memory space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. new bags. totes, handbags, clutches, duffels, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. digital camera! desperately need it so that i can record down images of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8. *i cant think of anymore at this point*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh and most importantly... your love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a girl who has a high need for love and affection. not really part of Maslow's hierarchy of needs. but yeah. you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound greedy lar...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really an easily satisfied girl.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need to get everything i say i want.&lt;br /&gt;even if i say i need it,&lt;br /&gt;i can most probably leave without it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm low-maintenance!&lt;br /&gt;really!&lt;br /&gt;*bats eyelids innocently*&lt;br /&gt;muahaha....&lt;br /&gt;trying to act cute.&lt;br /&gt;"hey. i'm not ACTING cute. i AM cute."&lt;br /&gt;ok this is becoming really gross.&lt;br /&gt;gonna go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend says the earlier i sleep, the faster i'll be able to meet him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;does it really work that way?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, who says i can't wait to see you? hmm? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115799189040797076?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115799189040797076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115799189040797076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/uneventful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115790604395978093</id><published>2006-09-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:42:46.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;The week of rest before SIP begins is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSIP people are flying off tomorrow morning at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela,&lt;br /&gt;Hilton Seoul should be great...&lt;br /&gt;and I envy you so much...&lt;br /&gt;Seoul in winter!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;Learn some of your native language,&lt;br /&gt;eat more Korean bbq,&lt;br /&gt;take good care of yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy your trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvyn, my jiemei!&lt;br /&gt;Gloria International...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno anything about that place but it's in China.&lt;br /&gt;So unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;You are going to China!!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me over there...&lt;br /&gt;see ya back here in January 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Just please don't speak to me in Mandarin when you return.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan &amp; Sylvie.&lt;br /&gt;Song Be Golf Resort!&lt;br /&gt;It was where I was supposed to go...&lt;br /&gt;if only I didn't reject the offer.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a blast for the both of you I hope?&lt;br /&gt;many holidays spent in each other's company...&lt;br /&gt;enjoy Vietnam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember who else is leaving for where.&lt;br /&gt;but in all,&lt;br /&gt;just take care everyone...&lt;br /&gt;overseas can be tiring and straining on your mental health.. so hang in there!&lt;br /&gt;and it's gonna be winter in most places... must take extra care...&lt;br /&gt;i so gonna miss everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayna, Ailing and everyone else at Sunny Holidays...&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok hotel inspection trip tmw!&lt;br /&gt;Envious...&lt;br /&gt;but 71 hotels to inspect in a mere 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;goodness...&lt;br /&gt;best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;and take care too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting those who will be in Singapore still.&lt;br /&gt;some started last week,&lt;br /&gt;some tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;some on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Gavin, Shawn, Joce, etc.&lt;br /&gt;so many people!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i can't name all...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;wont have much chance to meet up...&lt;br /&gt;the confirm times are the days of classroom sessions in school&lt;br /&gt;but only 3 days out of 5 mths.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;take care ya all...&lt;br /&gt;work hard!&lt;br /&gt;ganbatte kudasai!&lt;br /&gt;i'll see ya all back in school for the last module in January 07.&lt;br /&gt;don't forget mE!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if you're reading this now,&lt;br /&gt;it means you've found a way to read about my life constantly...&lt;br /&gt;better than nothing!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;finally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to my dear boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;you're starting work tomorrow at 8 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and you're still gaming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;time to go sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ok, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm gonna miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i know we're not far away from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But we'll definitely have very limited time to spend together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5 months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;well, it's neither too long nor too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and i guess you're right when you said that we'll probably be too engrossed in work and before we know it, 5 months have passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and we also know that many things can happen and change in 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i dont wanna sound pessimistic... just being realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i dont wanna make promises that i know has a chance of being broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;even if it means that the chance of it being broken is so very insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;honestly to say... i love you so much that i dont wanna harbour too much hopes in our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;take one step at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i wanna make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and i'll do all i can to make it work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;over the next 5 months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;we'll go about working hard for ourselves alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dont ever doubt that alright dear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;maybe it might seem unbelievable at times, but believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;though people like my mum thinks you're not suitable for me and hence disapproves of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'll still try my best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;just remember that these 5 months will be important for your future and your career...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;take it really seriously and do your best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;what's most important to a man should always be his career alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*hugz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i miss you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;last 2 days of rest...&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially going into hibernation mode.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow morning,&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go pay my respects to my aunt,&lt;br /&gt;then come home and sleep the rest of the afternoon away.&lt;br /&gt;followed by being babysitter for my dear brother...&lt;br /&gt;and then followed by more sleep in the evening...&lt;br /&gt;that's if boyfriend has no plans for us...&lt;br /&gt;and tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;"DO NOT DISTURB"&lt;br /&gt;hibernation, meditation, stoning and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;in preparation for hectic internship.&lt;br /&gt;goodness.&lt;br /&gt;i'm exaggerating...&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;but argh!&lt;br /&gt;!@#$@$@^$@&amp;amp;$@$#&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go nag my boyfriend to bed now...&lt;br /&gt;good night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah!&lt;br /&gt;i just bought Jay Chou's newly released album&lt;br /&gt;"Still Fantasy"&lt;br /&gt;and i love it!&lt;br /&gt;track 1 and track 3 are the best so far.&lt;br /&gt;by tomorrow, you'll see that i love all the 10 tracks.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;those who already know me will know that i am uber familiar with every SINGLE one of Jay's songs.&lt;br /&gt;From his 1st album onwards.&lt;br /&gt;now, a new one to conquer!&lt;br /&gt;wee~!&lt;br /&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/17252590-115790604395978093?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115790604395978093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115790604395978093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115781635361981748</id><published>2006-09-09T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:39:13.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from KTV.&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's family day.&lt;br /&gt;Went to 10 Dollar Club with Mum, Dad, Chloe, Chantal, Drago, Sabrina and Regine.&lt;br /&gt;Big big group...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;Very disppointed with the place actually...&lt;br /&gt;We used to love it cos it costs only $10 nett for 5 hours of singing, free flow of drinks and one bowl of "sharks fin".&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;it was $10++ for 3 hours only.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;And I still rather sing with the gang... Gavin, Shawn, Joce and peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at this chinese restauarant at Chinatown before that.&lt;br /&gt;Peking duck!&lt;br /&gt;yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;spent quite alot...&lt;br /&gt;especially since we had high tea at Coffee Club as well...&lt;br /&gt;had my favourite iced rambutan, lychee panna cotta and shared calamari rings with mum.&lt;br /&gt;so full today...&lt;br /&gt;I love family days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;let's see...&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, we're having a final sabai session as a farewell party to Jonathan... who's leaving for Vietnam Song Be Golf Resort for OSIP&lt;br /&gt;Waraku dinner...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;i'm broke though...&lt;br /&gt;have to see if mummy will give me money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate taking money from her but sigh... dont have a choice now...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna earn my own keep!&lt;br /&gt;so tempted to work part-time during SIP period...&lt;br /&gt;not that impossible,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be super drained out most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;and i have almost no time for my darling already as it is... if i work, even worse.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;but i really can't survive on the 500 bucks allowance only...&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh...&lt;br /&gt;if i wanna work, i got many openings available so i'm not worried about that...&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i need sugar daddy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;or sugar mummy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and cousin going for Shinhwa concert tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;standing area...&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go Lee Hom concert!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;grrr...&lt;br /&gt;sponsors please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I miss dancing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the adrenaline rush I love to get whenever we rehearse or choreograph dance steps in school.&lt;br /&gt;Be it Talentime dances, or cheerleading...&lt;br /&gt;I loved cheerleading... I love the energetic dance moves, the wow-inducing gymnastics, the loud shouts and teamwork...&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna find the feeling again...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if I ever will get the chance again.&lt;br /&gt;Even salsa lessons we took last year were great.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna dance!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get the jitterbug infection again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i miss sports.&lt;br /&gt;sprinting, netball, basketball, badminton, TENNIS, etc.&lt;br /&gt;so much so much...&lt;br /&gt;guess these are the reasons why i've been telling my sisters that i miss secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;not really the school, but more like the lifestyle...&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;and never to return again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much in my mind that i wanted to blog about during the ride home just now...&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm like quite blank?&lt;br /&gt;nothing else i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for more then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i love you dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115781635361981748?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115781635361981748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115781635361981748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-back-from-ktv.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115774120877834079</id><published>2006-09-09T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T02:46:49.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home from a nice nice dinner at Raffles Hotel's Bar and Billiard Room.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fantastic with the company of Jeff and his lovely girlfriend, Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;And of course not forgetting my dear boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;We spent 3 whole hours on dinner... 7pm all the way to 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;when it got to 9.45, we all got a shock when the waiter came to tell us that they were gonna close the buffet in 10 mins time.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like 8 plus only... amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies when you're enjoying yourself... really.&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I can say is that I'm really really full right now that I don't think I'll have the stomach for even the best food in the world at this point.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce is a really lovely girl and fun to talk to...&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself....&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear... for making tonight's dinner possible. I know you worked hard for it... I really appreciate it... I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i met a long-time-no-see friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;a friend i knew back in my secondary 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;Luke from ACS(B)...&lt;br /&gt;i can't even remember the last time i met him,&lt;br /&gt;and to my greatest surprise,&lt;br /&gt;he was working at the buffet counter at BBR just now...&lt;br /&gt;my my my...&lt;br /&gt;it was great seeing him...&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised we recognised each other..&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back at Raffles Hotel,&lt;br /&gt;brings back fond memories of the times I worked at Long Bar.&lt;br /&gt;I really really miss working there.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the F&amp;B Manager of Raffles Hotel, Mr Reto talked to me...&lt;br /&gt;He is a great guy and what really touched me was that he remembers me... a mere part-timer... one of the many hundreds of part-timers that the hotel has.&lt;br /&gt;He even asked me why I stopped working for Long Bar...&lt;br /&gt;and according to him, I will be back there some day - "Once you have the Raffles injection in your blood, you'll never be able to run away."&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;that was quoted from him when I talked to him at dinner just now...&lt;br /&gt;as usual, he was doing his rounds of all the F&amp;amp;B outlets in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;and he also said he will always welcome back good and capable staff... does that mean me? hmmm... haha... *my ego's growing...* =)&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i really miss the place.&lt;br /&gt;the band, the bar, the colleagues, the friendly guests, the hundreds of cameras I get to handle every day at work, the tips and the feeling of appreciation i get when i work there.&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;but the only thing i won't miss would be some of the management there...&lt;br /&gt;they can do better with better management for sure...&lt;br /&gt;meaning the headwaitress, headwaiter, etc.&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is that,&lt;br /&gt;there are so many people asking me to go back to work at Long Bar...&lt;br /&gt;saying they need staff like me desperately...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;but with internship coming up... unlikely la...&lt;br /&gt;and i know my boyfriend doesn't like that idea...&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna go against his wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading another Jodi Picoult novel...&lt;br /&gt;This story is woven around the idea of euthanasia, which if you don't already know, means mercy killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The question I have immediately upon closing the book was: "If one day, the man I love so so dearly is inflicted with horrible multiple cancers that are eating away the inside of him bit by bit, and he asks me to kill him and end his pain, would I do it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetical, yes.&lt;br /&gt;But if faced with this in reality, would I?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;If he asks me to end his life, I would think he is very selfish. Because he would be leaving me behind alone.&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't agree to it, wouldn't I be the selfish one? To want to keep him by my side even though he is suffering in constant pain? Even though I know he will not enjoy the quality of life he deserves even if he is kept alive by radiation treatments, chemotherapies and what not?&lt;br /&gt;Who should have the right to be selfish?&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are pro-life or pro-choice, it will still be a difficult decision.&lt;br /&gt;Will you regret it after?&lt;br /&gt;What will you do after?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever love someone so much that I will be willing to do anything he asks, even if it means killing him, or myself, or anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Is it logical to do something like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Is there really love so great in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Personally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've learnt first-hand how painful a cancer can be to the patients and their loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;A very very close aunt of mine passed away 5 years ago, after a long drawn-out 10-year battle with brain cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;She doted on me like her own daughter because she herself had 4 sons and had always wished for a daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;She made me her god-daughter and loved me greatly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When she was first diagnosed with a brain tumour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was only a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;All I remember was accompanying her to check-ups after check-ups at Tan Tock Seng hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When she had her first surgery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I remember visiting her and thinking how queer she looked without hair, especially since the operation left a scar 20cm long across the top of her head... like a spiked hairband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I remember hating the hospital because TTSH was so dreary with its overhead ceiling fans droning on and on, the cement flooring that made me doubt the quality of local hospitals and stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I guess, the main reason why I hated the hospital was because everytime I saw my aunt, she was too weak to kiss me on my forehead and tell me how pretty I look, like she always used to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The first operation was a success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;She went into remission for about 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We all thought it was gone for good cos she was back to the cheerful self she was, going around visiting people, buying food for me, shouting at her boys for being a nuisance, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Until she started having fainting spells all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This time, it was back with a tougher challenge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Another 2 operations and many many months of chemotherapy later, the doctor said she was safe for the time being...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but it can come back anytime... and the next time, it will be a real battle to get rid of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;She put on so much weight cos of the medications' side effects, but she was hardly eating anything. She threw up almost every other thing that entered her body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;She had permanently lost hair from all parts of her body too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;One day, she was visiting us when I saw a thin layer of fine hair on her head. Like a newborn baby's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was ecstatic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In my naive mind, I thought that the hair loss was cos she was sick and since the hair is growing again, it must mean she's gonna be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sadly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;in late 1999,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;the cancer came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Fiercer than ever this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The doctors tried operating, but it was everywhere and there was no way they could remove everything... so chemotherapy was the only way to keep things in control...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;5 days a week, she went for chemotherapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;7 days a week, she vomited and lied in bed cos she was never able to walk any more than 5 steps before fainting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The weight she put on from the medication before was gone and she started to grow frailer and frailer with each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Until she could no longer walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Until she was left with skin and bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Until she had no more energy to speak to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Until she was in so much pain, that morphine blurred her sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Until she could no longer recognise me or her 4 sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Until she faded away so much that she had to be confined to a cot 24 hours a day, fed only water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I can never forget the one day I visited her at home and held her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I thought she could no longer recognise me but she held my hand back and a tear slipped from her left eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Within the next nano-second, the dam burst in me and i couldnt help sobbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I swore to be strong before i went to see her... I didn't want her young 10-year-old son see me cry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but it was just so much to bear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i remember laying my forehead on the back of her hand, and letting the tears flow for 15 minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I had one thought: If this is the pain she has to go through, please just let her go. Let her go when she can still see and hear her sons. Let her go when morphine can still numb her pain. It hurts to let her go... but it hurts even more to see her in constant pain that never seems to fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Finally, in the afternoon of 9 January 2001, she left us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I remember the date so clearly because it's my parent's wedding anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was on my way home from school, on bus 67.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I remember passing through Geyland and Eunos, when my hp rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My grandma called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Saying that Aunt just died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I first thought she was kidding, until I heard her choked voice over the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I hung up and reality set in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was supposed to call Mum and Dad to tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But I was glued to nothing outside the window of the crowded bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I called Mum, told her and said that I wanna go to her wake that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I ended the call even before Mum could say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I started crying on the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Not loud sobs... but tears couldn't stop flowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Luckily I was at the back of the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The wake passed in a blur... I remember crying only a little when I saw her hallowed face through the glass window in the casket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It wasn't until the cremation ceremony, that I bawled my eyes out. I called her Mummy, because she was my god-mother. And with my cousins, I couldn't stop crying out for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I cried myself to sleep that whole week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It hit me the hardest when I saw the casket being sent into burning flames, and my four cousins huddled together crying. they were only 10, 11, 17 and 20. how young...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;till today, 5 years have passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And i havent once gathered up enough courage to visit her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I cannot bear the image my memory will dig up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;One moment I see her healthy, well and hugging me. The next I see her with no life or soul in her, trying her best to breathe and see who's around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I cannot bear that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But next monday, I will be going to visit her... 1st time in 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'll be going with grandma and her eldest son... who is my da-ge that i have constantly been talking about... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I hope I won't cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I hope what I remember will be her love, her care, her hugs and kisses and her vitality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I still love her as much as I did when I was a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What morbid thought at 2.30am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop thinking about it and the only way to relieve myself of this mental burden is to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish, with all my might, that everyone i love be safe and healthy for as long as i'm around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it's a selfish way of putting it... but i really don't wanna have to go through that sort of mental torture again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115774120877834079?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115774120877834079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115774120877834079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-got-home-from-nice-nice-dinner-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115756460501764661</id><published>2006-09-07T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T01:43:25.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a nice time out with my dear boyfriend just now...&lt;br /&gt;Met him at noon to catch The Devil Wears Prada.&lt;br /&gt;And boy was the movie good.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was even more exciting for me cos I'm interested in fashion.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, if I had the financial abilities, I know I'll be a fashion junkie.&lt;br /&gt;Dump me the big names and I can go ga-ga and rattle on for eons.&lt;br /&gt;Like I saw the amazing Chanel tweed overcoat,&lt;br /&gt;Manolo Blahniks and Jimmy Choos (shoes, by the way),&lt;br /&gt;Prada classic handbag,&lt;br /&gt;etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness...&lt;br /&gt;I think I made my boyfriend go nuts,&lt;br /&gt;what with all my screeching when I saw gorgeous clothes on screen that I know I'll never in my life get to wear.&lt;br /&gt;Haha... sorry dear... you had to live with that during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;but yes,&lt;br /&gt;the movie was about integrity and being true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;the fashion was a by-product.&lt;br /&gt;if you look beyond it's shiny coat of gamour and couture,&lt;br /&gt;the show is quite thought-provoking.&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder what i'll do if i was in Andy Saks' D&amp;amp;Gs (Dolce and Gabbana. yes. that's how 'Gabbana' is spelt by the way).&lt;br /&gt;Would I give up my dream job and put my career on the line, for my family and friends?&lt;br /&gt;That's a question that I have answered in my previous post so let's just leave it as that.&lt;br /&gt;though the thoughts of Paris, London, DKNY, Gucci and other gorgeous and way-too-expensive clothes and shoes really can be tempting at times.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to collect our rings after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes our rings!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;how could i have missed that.&lt;br /&gt;i have never gotten rings from anyone who meant something before...&lt;br /&gt;so last night,&lt;br /&gt;i told Tian that i wanted a ring...&lt;br /&gt;that we should get couple rings...&lt;br /&gt;and i pestered.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;thick-skinned i know&lt;br /&gt;but a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do to get what she wants, right?&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;finally chose a pair... simple and nice... not too expensive either...&lt;br /&gt;and we got names engraved on them...&lt;br /&gt;my name on his, and his name on mine.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, it will serve as a reminder of our love for each other while we're apart and busy with our internships.&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;this ring i have is precious to me...&lt;br /&gt;because the nature of my job allows for simple accesories,&lt;br /&gt;it will be with me every waking hour of the day...&lt;br /&gt;it is also in part to make up for the fact that we'll be missing our 1-year anniversary together.&lt;br /&gt;which is next friday.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we headed to Taka cos i needed to get a pair of knee-length skirt for work.&lt;br /&gt;HR said uniform is provided but I should get a pair just in case they dont have my size.&lt;br /&gt;so spent a precious $49 at G2000.&lt;br /&gt;then we had another hour to spare and headed to the coffee club opposite Cineleisure for "high-tea"&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;nice snacks and drinks...&lt;br /&gt;and my darling was the happiest cos we got his favourite spot.&lt;br /&gt;to people-watch.&lt;br /&gt;where we can see everyone who walks past,&lt;br /&gt;but not everyone sees or notices us.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;and i was the one who inculcated him with that habit.&lt;br /&gt;i remember a time last year when we just started dating... he scolded me for wanting to just chill at starbucks, people watch and not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;that was a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;and aren't you glad you now have such a.... leisurely and relaxing habit?&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that,&lt;br /&gt;we went to watch the long-awaited Break-up.&lt;br /&gt;now i finally know why Shawn said i MUST bring Tian to watch the show...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;seriously...&lt;br /&gt;i felt i was connected to Brooke (Aniston) in some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;i could feel everything that she was feeling...&lt;br /&gt;though Vince Vaughn really exaggerated it all and my boyfriend's not exactly THAT bad a prick in the ass,&lt;br /&gt;i really felt something.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept nudging Tian:"eh, sounds like us huh?"&lt;br /&gt;and after the show, i told him:"she said everything that i wanna say to you. did you hear all that?"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;sorry dear...&lt;br /&gt;it's just amazing...&lt;br /&gt;but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i hope you understood the final moral of the story...&lt;br /&gt;what i saw was - if you don't appreciate and cherish what you have now, you'll never know when it will disappear and you'll regret it for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess some people can see it in another way... that the few years of separation between them did them good... and at the end of the day, they'll get back together and realise how stupid they were to let each other go in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at Thai Express at Paragon after the show&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that the place is severely short-staffed&lt;br /&gt;and it made our dinner a great deal less enjoyable...&lt;br /&gt;not the best ending to a great date...&lt;br /&gt;but it was still nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the few times we end a date with a smile and a goodbye kiss...&lt;br /&gt;i hope every date from now on will be as nice and sweet as today's...&lt;br /&gt;i love you dear... alot more than you think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115756460501764661?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115756460501764661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115756460501764661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/had-nice-time-out-with-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115747582328518324</id><published>2006-09-05T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:03:43.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I have no more time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;As I will be starting my internship next wednesday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I will be officially giving up my life for the next 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm so dreading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This week was supposed to be a "rest and catch up with friends" week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but so far, I have been busy with SA stuff almost 3 quarters of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Election, handing over, other external events coordination, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hectic, to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I haven't even officially handed over my duties to my successor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm pretty stressed out really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I'm missing all my friends already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;went back to TAS for a meeting with the new EXCO and the advisors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;no comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Then had dinner at Sakae with my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(yes, he's fine. last night he called me while i was worrying my arse off to say he's fine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We were all pretty lethargic so finished dinner pretty quickly and headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;finally a date with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Movies, dinner and shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i can't remember the last time we watched a movie together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i can't predict when we can watch a movie together again either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we both are working at different places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we both have only 1 offday per week which is not fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we both have to work rotating shifts, which again is not fixed either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and who knows? we might not even get to meet once a month maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ok that's exaggerating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;what if none of our off-days coincide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;what if we have different working hours constantly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's a horrible thought.&lt;br /&gt;5 months of non-contact!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*brrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thursday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;KTV with shawn and gavin one final time before SIP begins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and we each set off on our busy and irregular working life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;looking forward to it greatly cos well, i miss them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and of cos i miss singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Supposed to have another date with boyfriend on friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but mum just said she wanna book a bintan trip for the whole family this weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;friday and saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;just one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;one night is so not shiok lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i rather not go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so expensive somemore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;some villa/bungalow thingy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i told her to book it next weekend so that chantal, chloe and drago can go with them ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i'll be working already so i'll just give it a miss la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;dont want the whole family to sacrifice holiday for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;then i can predict this weekend passing in a blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;monday, boyfriend will start work at RC hotels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;wednesday, my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyone interested in MOS this thursday night? ladies night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sudden craving and no link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;noted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;now you see the reason why i am choosing a path that leads me slightly further away from the mainstream hospitality industry of F&amp;B, hotels and travel agencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i have finally realised that although i do have the immense passion for service,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i realised that i can do what i wanna do in places other than hotels and restaurants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;for one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;family is so important to me and i dont wanna have to sacrifice family time for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;for two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i need challenge in my job. and i need to find it somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;there is an element of service in every sector nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i will be sure to include my passion in whatever else i'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;be it journalism, PR or marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I believe very strongly in living life to its fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and my life will not revolve round my job... i will make it a personal goal so that it doesnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;my job will be a part of my life, only because it supports my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and only with income from a job, will i be able to live life to its fullest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and give my family a good and comfy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i know that from next week onwards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we'll have very very little time for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it will be a tough test to our very fragile relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but i sincerely hope that we can pass the test with flying colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;all it takes a little more effort, understanding and tolerance from both of us towards each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i've told you this before... but i'd like to say it again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;although i have absolutely no idea what the future has in store for us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i'm still gonna try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;honestly speaking, i am a girl with an extremely high need for assurance and security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i need to know the path i'm taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i need to know what i'm walking towards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i don't wanna one day walk into a dead end and find myself with no time to track back and find a new way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i have my future plans more or less in place... and all i have to do is work towards making the plans materialise for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but i really don't dare to put you in those plans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;cos i dont wanna find myself with a gaping hole in my plans one of these days and having no way to fill it up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;if that happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i'll lose my way, i'll lose my direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i'll find myself re-planning my future. and i dont want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i know life doesn't go according to plans... they never do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but i will still work towards making my life go according to my plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i wanna take charge of my own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i dont wanna leave it to fate to decreed how my life is gonna be like or how i'm gonna have to lead my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;hence, my darling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;how am i supposed to fit you into those blueprints?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;everytime we talk about your future plans and our future together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;you always say: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"we'll see"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but dear, i hate that very phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i dunno wanna have to wait and see how things goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but i guess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we dont have much of an option now right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;then i'll just have to wait and see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i just wish i dont have to wait too long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i trust that you love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i love you too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but as i've always said: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;love isn't everything in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;a relationship cannot survive just on love itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;there is so much more than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;for me, i need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;stability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;this next 5 months will only be a small small test to our fragile relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;tough, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but the toughest test is yet to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it will come from next year onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;all i wish is that we won't wind up wasting our time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;as a guy, you might have all the time in the world to waste cos even if you wait till you're 30 to get hitched, it's no big deal. in fact, it would be better cos you'd have a career by then. and without a career, you dont even have to dream about getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;as a girl, i dont have much time. from next year onwards, i have about 5 to 6 years to fulfill all my dreams - degree, SIA and family. and honestly to say, i'm more than willing to give up flying for my family... without regrets. so if my chance to true happiness comes along before i get to fly, and i have to make a choice, my choice is very clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i wanna marry young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i wanna have my kids young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i wanna have a happy and warm family to go home to every single evening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i was reading home and decor magazine, as well as the latest ikea catalog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i found myself picturing how my future home will look like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;how i will decorate and furnish my kids' bedroom... how my boys will like theirs, how my girls will like theirs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;how i'll make the living room so cosy that i know i'm home where i belong, everytime i step into the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;how i'll make the kitchen a haven for family gatherings, morning breakfasts, and late night supper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i found myself imagining how it'll be like to have little children running around me, how it'll be like to have a doting husband for me to fuss over, how it'll be like to have a family of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i want it all to come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and honestly, i dont wanna wait too long for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i'm already craving it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i know i'm drifting way off course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and some might think that i'm thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but i'm a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i'm entitled to my dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and when you really think about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;it's about time i did something to make those dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i'm really not getting much younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came into this page, hoping to write about some memories that have been replaying themselves in my mind the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;but i have gone off the tangent and wrote about some totally different stuff.&lt;br /&gt;one day,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back with those memories...&lt;br /&gt;rest assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115747582328518324?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115747582328518324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115747582328518324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-no-more-time-as-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115738428181744474</id><published>2006-09-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:38:01.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm having horrible cramps,&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm worried sick.&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend hasn't called or smsed me since this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;it's almost midnight now...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be out with his friends but his handphone is switched off...&lt;br /&gt;i can't reach him!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm missing him.&lt;br /&gt;but now,&lt;br /&gt;i'm more worried than anything...&lt;br /&gt;i have a very bad habit of letting my imaginations run wild and i worry myself out.&lt;br /&gt;dear, call me soon k?&lt;br /&gt;dont let me worry...&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep and i can't do anything else with my head splitting and heart worrying.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to hear your voice now...&lt;br /&gt;i love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115738428181744474?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115738428181744474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115738428181744474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-having-horrible-cramps-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115735797507959044</id><published>2006-09-04T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:19:35.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't updated for many days.&lt;br /&gt;So here's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday -&lt;br /&gt;Went for 'beach party' at TAS,&lt;br /&gt;organised by HTMIG.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;no comments there.&lt;br /&gt;didnt have a good time&lt;br /&gt;cos i spent a big part of it crying behind the 'scenes'&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;i hate explaining.&lt;br /&gt;But all's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday to Sunday -&lt;br /&gt;SA gathering at Siloso beach Resort.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with the members...&lt;br /&gt;But didn't really enjoy cos of the environment.&lt;br /&gt;no comments really.&lt;br /&gt;(can't comment too much actually; our blogs are apparently monitored by people with nothing better to do in school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;feeling dizzy and uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;so i'm in hibernating mode at home.&lt;br /&gt;tired...&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i have to start working next week.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm supposed to be enjoying this last few days of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't seem to do it.&lt;br /&gt;i open my svc email and i get flooded with emails.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH TO DO!!!&lt;br /&gt;and no-one's making my job any easier.&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;this doesnt seem to be my job,.&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be doing work for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;but ultimately i'm blogging only because i've done what i'm supposed to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for people to reply my emails, sms and return my calls.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i need hp bill reimbursement boss!&lt;br /&gt;ok kidding =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;like you say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;we're calling a truce for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i hope the truce will last longer than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115735797507959044?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115735797507959044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115735797507959044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-havent-updated-for-many-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115700514637139850</id><published>2006-08-31T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:19:06.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When a guy doesn't love you the way you want him to, doesn't mean that he doesn't love you with all he has."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a quote that has appeared on my blog more than a few times.&lt;br /&gt;and i know there's a few people out there who has benefitted from reading this on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;but you would also know that it's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;but then again,&lt;br /&gt;i know he loves me...&lt;br /&gt;and i've never doubted the fact that he does.&lt;br /&gt;but things have become so difficult...&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear,&lt;br /&gt;you said i should love you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm telling you i do.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i get angry or upset,&lt;br /&gt;its only because i'm trying to make you aware of your bad habits and that you should correct them.&lt;br /&gt;for your own good because i dont want people to think of you or look at you as a slob with no care for your image.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get angry for no rhyme or reason.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to explain it to you.&lt;br /&gt;you said i can get angry.&lt;br /&gt;but be sweet and not get frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;but really... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;be sweet when i'm angry/upset?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's something that nobody in this world can do all the time.&lt;br /&gt;you think i like being angry?&lt;br /&gt;it's taxing on me too.&lt;br /&gt;if you think you dont deserve all this,&lt;br /&gt;then me neither.&lt;br /&gt;i admit i like being treated like a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;which girl doesnt like to be treated like a princess?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i love you tian.&lt;br /&gt;but if this is taking so big a toll on us,&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do already.&lt;br /&gt;you want me to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;you want me to be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;you want me not to get angry at you so often.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to do all that too!&lt;br /&gt;but though i can say i will try to not be pissed so often,&lt;br /&gt;it's not possible for me to be nice and sweet when i am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;really. it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;you say that i'm not sweet to you.&lt;br /&gt;but... i can vividly remember times when i am.&lt;br /&gt;when i do things for you too.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;you said you've changed too much for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but let me just remind you that before we got back together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;YOU promised that you'll change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i told you not to make promises that you can't keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and i kept on telling you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but you confidently insisted that you will and you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;even when i told you i dont need you to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;now you're turning back and telling me that i should love you for who you are and you dont want to change? that you just want to be you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i dont know what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say that guys can promise you the stars and the moon to get you, but the moment they get you they forget all their promises and regret them.&lt;br /&gt;is it true?&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's not.&lt;br /&gt;if you say that i shouldnt have gotten angry at you for what happened at my house the other day, that i should be nice even if i got angry,&lt;br /&gt;i say i'm not sorry.&lt;br /&gt;for one,&lt;br /&gt;if that dishonesty is part of who you are, i'm telling you now that i cannot accept it.&lt;br /&gt;for two,&lt;br /&gt;i had my right to be pissed at whoever intruded into my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;even my mum dont dare to look into my stuff cos i've screamed at her and cold-war-ed her for doing that before.&lt;br /&gt;so you being my boyfriend doesnt grant you such privileges as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i'm saying all these.&lt;br /&gt;as if it's gonna be of any use.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wasting my time constantly.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115700514637139850?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115700514637139850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115700514637139850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-guy-doesnt-love-you-way-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115695312950128568</id><published>2006-08-30T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:52:09.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DPD's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna comment on how well I might do because I know I did all I can...&lt;br /&gt;How well I end up doing will be up to how much moderation takes place I guess...&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;And that also means it's the end to examinations in TP.&lt;br /&gt;no more...&lt;br /&gt;though it sucks,&lt;br /&gt;i'm still gonna miss all of it.&lt;br /&gt;studying with my sayang rozy at our regular benches,&lt;br /&gt;taking breaks ever so often,&lt;br /&gt;and gorging ourselves with food from Cheers and Biz Park.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;memories.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness rozy will be doing her SIP with moi!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll stop gloating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;went to KBox at Marine Parade after the paper with Gavin, Shawn, Jocelyn, Siok, Weiting and Siying.&lt;br /&gt;Had one of my worse times at KTV ever.&lt;br /&gt;But it's all due to personal reasons, so don't be offended in any way...&lt;br /&gt;We were there from about 2.30 to 9.40 pm.&lt;br /&gt;7 hours of singing.&lt;br /&gt;and usually,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be high and it helps to erase all my troubles. at least for that period of time.&lt;br /&gt;but today,&lt;br /&gt;all i could think of was: when is my hp going to ring?&lt;br /&gt;will it be who i'm expecting?&lt;br /&gt;will it be who i'm waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;i was in no mood at all.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;everyone there could attest to it i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't singing,&lt;br /&gt;i was drinking tiger beer (like, eww? beer?),&lt;br /&gt;i was keeping to myself at one corner of the small room.&lt;br /&gt;so everyone for being kinda anti-social today...&lt;br /&gt;really wasn't in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking to myself... if he really doesnt call, does it really signal the end?&lt;br /&gt;do i really have to once again put down everything to take the initiative?&lt;br /&gt;even though nothing was my fault?&lt;br /&gt;even though he's the one who is supposed to convince me that i should forgive him and give him another chance?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe he doesnt want the chance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's it.&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of any other explanation for this whole day of "no contact".&lt;br /&gt;maybe this time it really is over... is it?&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i thought the usual gang can help me drive away my troubles like they always have...&lt;br /&gt;but seems like today's a bad day for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt of any use.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i went home and hid myself in bed the whole day after my paper this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i wish nothing has ever changed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i wish...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;wishes are bullshit material that only serves to life your hopes sky high and dump everything on you at the end of the day, making you mor miserable than you ever were before.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens,&lt;br /&gt;happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;but the reason better be a good and valid one...&lt;br /&gt;i feel like burying myself in the midst of my newly changed comforter and sleeping my whole life away.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna have to do anything anymore...&lt;br /&gt;everything sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, which girl in her right mind eats KFC 4 times in one week, 2 times in a day?&lt;br /&gt;i did that.&lt;br /&gt;piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i'm putting on so much weight.&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go while my life away and rot myself to sleepy death, while trying not to keep both ears on my phone. and trying not to have any hopes.&lt;br /&gt;fuck this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115695312950128568?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115695312950128568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115695312950128568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/dpds-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115684723102271614</id><published>2006-08-29T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:38:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i should never have ask you over to my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i should never have fell asleep and left you with full access to my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and once again, thanks alot for probing into my privacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there's a reason why not a single soul in this world knows about my private blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;because it's PRIVATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's for me, myself and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't believe you peeped into it while i was asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and totally denied it COMPLETELY when i asked you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"WHAT??? I never do anything! I was just blogging lor! What other blog?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bullshit lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there is such a thing called "ctrl+h"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and even when i "ctrl+h"-ed for you to see, with the proof in your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you can still deny. VEHEMENTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;makes me wonder if denial is all that you're ever good at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;makes me wonder whether this is the first time you are vehemently denying something you've done, but in fact you're just trying to cover up your mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if all you did is peep, i might still be able to forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but not when you lied so blatantly in my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and you expect the nice things you've done to cover and make up for this betrayal of trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(btw, some examples of nice things = coming all the way to pasir ris to study with me, and giving me one stalk of sunflower 2 weeks ago.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;firstly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm perfectly fine studying alone. you were the one who needed someone to motivate you to study. so, it's only FAIR that you came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;secondly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one stalk of sunflower. and only 'on the way' because your buddy wanted to go get flowers for his girl. and please, flowers don't mean everything. i've received big bouquets and never been influenced by them before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as for everything else you've done for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i do bear them in mind.&lt;br /&gt;i've never forgotten any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but seriously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it doesn't make up for betrayal in trust anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;be glad that at least i gave you more than hour to TRY explaining yourself before chasing you outta my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and be glad i didnt show my anger in front of my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cos the consequences would be rather disastrous then (dad's quite protective over what's his)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i was a little harsh when i said that i've not been happy with you ever since we got back together.&lt;br /&gt;but as you already know, i blog about happy AND unhappy things.&lt;br /&gt;go back and count how many happy and unhappy posts i have.&lt;br /&gt;compare them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy to be back with you.&lt;br /&gt;but when i think back, here's what i think:&lt;br /&gt;i agreed to be with you again only because i felt you can make me truly happy this time.&lt;br /&gt;bcos i felt that you know how to make me happy this time round.&lt;br /&gt;bcos i knew that you deserve a chance to prove yourself.&lt;br /&gt;but have you?&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna cherish this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;but you're making it so difficult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like i said: i have 2 types of anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. violent, vulgar and loud. that would mean that it's a fit of anger. i might easily forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. quiet, silent and i ignore you. it just means i've given up hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;even you can say that you "know that it's difficult to forgive, but can you forgive me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why should i forgive you just cos you said so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what makes you think i can trust you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trust when you say you'll never do it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why make me try to do something that even you know is difficult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;forget it lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in case you don't already know, i have a few major pet peeves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. i am fiercely protective over my privacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. i hate people who lie to me. especially those who do it without blinking their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. i hate people who think i'm a fool. to think i'm easy to get and easy to bluff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;under-estimate me and you're screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whatever you need to do now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont care really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dont ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's for me to know and for you to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if you cant even be bothered to find out, i dont wanna stay in this piece of shit anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and find out, not from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;of all times, just before the paper i'm most worried about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you're amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i've never gotten this worked up over anyone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no-one before you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;proud now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;satisfied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rozy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; "forgiveness is letting go of a hurtful situation and moving on with your own happiness" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; hurtful situation - attempting to convince myself to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; my own happiness - where? with whom? right where i am? but where's the so-called happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; most people reading this probably think i'm being unreasonable and there's nothing to be so pissed off about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; but i have my own principles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; my own strict sets of principles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and rule no. 1 = never to let go of my principles cos even if the whole world doesn't respect it, i should respect my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; why should i forgive someone who knowingly betrays my trust in my face, in my territory and can defend himself? why should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115684723102271614?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115684723102271614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115684723102271614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-should-never-have-ask-you-over-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115682261107040342</id><published>2006-08-29T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:36:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of mugging for DPD exams, which is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so super stressed out now.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And Tian's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;On my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;He's supposed to be here studying, and he ends up sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;SO not surprising rite?&lt;br /&gt;And he was the one who insisted on meeting me at 9am, at Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing very well that he's not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;i need to study with someone who has the same sense of urgency as I do.&lt;br /&gt;ROZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i need you...&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;and when i'm trying to focus on my studying,&lt;br /&gt;he keeps asking "why are you so agitated? are you upset or angry?"&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like: no? i'm just stressed out and trying very hard to study.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;maybe the long period of time apart has changed me. how? sigh. i'm trying... i'm really trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115682261107040342?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115682261107040342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115682261107040342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-day-of-mugging-for-dpd-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115666857532449554</id><published>2006-08-27T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:49:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm left with 3 days to DPD exams.&lt;br /&gt;And I doubt I'm even halfway through my studying.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Distractions distractions distractions.&lt;br /&gt;I hate distractions.&lt;br /&gt;And now, there's a whole bunch of SA stuff waiting for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm damn bloody free.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I'm even part of the project committee for this event.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to SA,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll always give my best.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I get what I deserve at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;I really really need to study.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH....&lt;br /&gt;can someone take away my headaches once and for all?&lt;br /&gt;so sick and tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;makes me wanna sleep the day away.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115666857532449554?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115666857532449554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115666857532449554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-left-with-3-days-to-dpd-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115657828797615045</id><published>2006-08-26T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:44:50.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Organisational Behaviour paper yesterday was pretty ok.&lt;br /&gt;MCQ was really tricky,&lt;br /&gt;but everything else was pretty ok.&lt;br /&gt;Just praying that I can get my A for this subject.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't be a very tall order as long as I did my questions accurately.&lt;br /&gt;Which I of course think I did =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back 70% of our Ticketing&amp;amp; Reservations grade too...&lt;br /&gt;As with ALL other subjects... got a B+.&lt;br /&gt;Not extremely satisfied but I guess one cannot ask for much...&lt;br /&gt;especially when I've done pretty well as compared to others...&lt;br /&gt;Out of about 148 students, only less than 10 As.&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift...&lt;br /&gt;So I shall be happy with what I got =)&lt;br /&gt;Just hope I can at least maintain it with my final test grade...&lt;br /&gt;*hopes and prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;getting myself psyched up to start mugging for DPD.&lt;br /&gt;so not looking forward to it...&lt;br /&gt;but, it's my last paper!&lt;br /&gt;must jiayou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday news reported that 20 singapore polytechnic tourism studies students have been selected by Disney to go Florida's Disneyland for a 5-month attachment.&lt;br /&gt;wadehell?&lt;br /&gt;and the SP lecturer said: "The people from Disneyland said that our students are much more proactive and well-suited to be a part of our happy family than from other schools" (or something along those lines)&lt;br /&gt;i was like:"hmmm... i dont remember them approaching or interviewing students from other schools such as TP's HTM course students. how can she say something like that?"&lt;br /&gt;a comment with no basis.&lt;br /&gt;no, with a basis. but a VERY INACCURATE one.&lt;br /&gt;but then again,&lt;br /&gt;SP has a reputation for thinking that they're very great.&lt;br /&gt;so i wont blame them.&lt;br /&gt;cos now i know that it's the lecturers' examples they learn from.&lt;br /&gt;Mum asked me: dont you think it's very unfair? they get to go and you dont?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;but, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;i'm still proud of TP's HTM course.&lt;br /&gt;to me, no other place can be better =D&lt;br /&gt;We Rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop criticising.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get started with studying!&lt;br /&gt;some one motivate me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115657828797615045?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115657828797615045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115657828797615045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/organisational-behaviour-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115643145010751131</id><published>2006-08-24T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:57:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i cried in public.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;and this time, it was right in front of Gavin and Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;i really tried very very hard to control the tears from falling...&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt...&lt;br /&gt;just couldnt...&lt;br /&gt;my apologies...&lt;br /&gt;i think even Rozy hasn't seen me cry in front of her before.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;you guys should feel 'honoured'!&lt;br /&gt;kidding kidding...&lt;br /&gt;and till now,&lt;br /&gt;i still have those same tears running down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, it didn't end where it seemed to have just now...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i'm still stuck in the midst of the same stuff...&lt;br /&gt;oh Gav, thanks for paying for my $2 at kbox just now...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that i was broke and still went out with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i'll pay you back as soon as i can.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so shittified now...&lt;br /&gt;and tmw,&lt;br /&gt;i won't be going to celebrate Bel's birthday with them...&lt;br /&gt;cos for one i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;for two,&lt;br /&gt;i gotta be a good sister and fetch my little bro from childcare...&lt;br /&gt;so no choice...&lt;br /&gt;the downside of responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really making sense now...&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back when i have a clearer mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115643145010751131?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115635444277352003?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115635444277352003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115635444277352003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-well-silence-means-agreement.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115635304319504626</id><published>2006-08-24T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:10:44.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really didn't expect you to take it all out on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just sorry i cannot control the contents on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;you vented on your own territory -  your blog. fine. fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;you vented in your smses to me earlier. fine too. fair enough as well.&lt;br /&gt;but my tagboard?&lt;br /&gt;it's not meant for a purpose like that.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder you don't wanna put tagboard on SA blog.&lt;br /&gt;ok no link. but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what else to say now.&lt;br /&gt;you want me to admit that everything's my fault?&lt;br /&gt;that i was the one in the wrong?&lt;br /&gt;that you did nothing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to those who asked me not to take the first step... as you can see, it doesn't work that way for us. i got no choice now. it's this or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;so to my dear boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;i apologise.&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;publicly.&lt;br /&gt;since you brought the quarrel to the public domains of my tagboard,&lt;br /&gt;i shall apologise here too.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;before you can snap at me and say:"do you even know what you're sorry for? do you even mean it?" like you always do,&lt;br /&gt;let me answer it first.&lt;br /&gt;yes i do know what i'm sorry for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for getting all riled up and angry when you went to play scrabble, computer games and pool when we were supposed to be studying in the SU lounge.&lt;br /&gt;if i knew earlier, i would have stayed outside the LTs, or left for TM first.&lt;br /&gt;so at least if i didn't know, no harm no foul.&lt;br /&gt;so for all that, i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;guess i shouldnt have got pissed off&lt;br /&gt;guess i should have warned you that you were on the verge of getting me angry BEFORE i actually got angry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, the 2nd thing i'm sorry for is not accepting your explanations when i told you i was angry.&lt;br /&gt;but as with everyone in this pathetic little planet called Earth, people are usually deaf to explanations when emotions run high and tensions are walking on tightrope.&lt;br /&gt;guess that's why i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;cos i let my emotions take control of me and made my brain ignore all explanations you attempted to voice out.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd thing.&lt;br /&gt;like i mentioned earlier,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i let you walk out that door when you were pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i couldnt put my unhappiness aside and chase after you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i didn't think of giving in and begged you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i shold have known that i had to be the one who went after you and made you stay.&lt;br /&gt;i should have known that letting you leave like that was equivalent to letting a ticking time bomb prowl the streets... and honestly, that's why i expected those contents on my tagboard. that's why i knew to check on my tagboard the moment i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry... for not solving the issue right there and then, so that it won't linger around like it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry by brain is so clogged up with confusion right now that i'm not making much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that i can't find the courage to click on that name of yours on my MSN list to talk to you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if you see a million typos here cos my vision is already clouding up... no thanks to the disgustingly overworked tear glands of mine. apparently they are so active that there's no such thing as what people call 'no more tears'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what you're gonna say now cos you said it to me 2 nights ago... that no-one made me cry... I MADE MYSELF CRY MOST OF THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i actually do agree.&lt;br /&gt;cos it is always my choice whether i wanna cry or not rite?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe sometimes i just think too much and let unnecessary things affect myself.&lt;br /&gt;is that right?&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe. a little. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;maybe people should also realise that girls will always be girls. sensitive creatures that are easily affected.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really rambling.&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts like crazy, as it always does when i cry too hard.&lt;br /&gt;and i should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant stop my mind from thinking, my fingers from typing, my tears from flowing, nor my eyes for not shutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i logged on for the initial purpose of blogging about the pretty nice show i watched with my cousin just now...&lt;br /&gt;snakes on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;but now,&lt;br /&gt;totally no mood.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that it's a pretty good show.&lt;br /&gt;samuel l. jackson alone is worth the entire price of the movie ticket.&lt;br /&gt;at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;snakes galore.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i dreams of snakes tonight.&lt;br /&gt;not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;i love you... like crazy. but you drive me crazy sometimes. maybe what the guys said is true. i chould cut you some slack. ignore some of the things you do that upset me. my life will be simpler, easier and happier. but will you do the same for me? i doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115635304319504626?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115635304319504626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115635304319504626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-really-didnt-expect-you-to-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115633258771910769</id><published>2006-08-23T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:31:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck.&lt;br /&gt;whatever just happened was totally uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;but i still don't think i was at fault in any way.&lt;br /&gt;if i obviously am pissed off,&lt;br /&gt;would it kill you to try and solve things with a softer tone?&lt;br /&gt;a more pleasing tone?&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna say i'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;but only for letting you walk away without stopping you.&lt;br /&gt;but not for what i was pissed off at in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;if you can tell people to grow up,&lt;br /&gt;why can't you do it yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i may be sounding really unreasonable to you&lt;br /&gt;but i have my reasons for being like that.&lt;br /&gt;i have your interests at heart.&lt;br /&gt;whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, to you i promised to not be angry at you again but i just broke my promises.&lt;br /&gt;i really can't be bothered now.&lt;br /&gt;my focus is on my exams.&lt;br /&gt;so if you're not ready to accept that,&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;not that everything has to be about me like you said just now in front of jodin.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need everything to be my way.&lt;br /&gt;if you want me to accept your explanations,&lt;br /&gt;why can't you accept my reasons for being pissed off?&lt;br /&gt;i shall shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;i rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115633258771910769?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115633258771910769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115633258771910769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115626403521268915</id><published>2006-08-22T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:42:17.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a big, fat thank you to everyone who offered me their advice based on the dilemma I posted last night.&lt;br /&gt;I really really do appreciate each and every one of your help =)&lt;br /&gt;But, everyone's opinions are really quite conflicting and I realised that ultimately, no matter what everyone else says, I have to decide for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Well, suffice to say that I'm still pretty confused.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I have all the pros and cons of each path mapped out for myself already.&lt;br /&gt;This means that all I'm left with now is which option gives me the pros I want and less cons.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about that.&lt;br /&gt;If you are woried about my lastest entry from late last night, don't.&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those common things I do and it's not important.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;For almost one year, it has been happening but everytime, I get over it.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not gonna remove it, and neither am I gonna let myself be bothered about it.&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes: "Live and let live."&lt;br /&gt;For 2 persons in a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;the most crucial skill is that.&lt;br /&gt;How well you can overlook and take in everything that will normally upset you,&lt;br /&gt;will, at the end of the day, determine how well you handle the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;And that, my dears, will determine whether it's happily ever after for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Or will it be kiss goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;You decide.&lt;br /&gt;Many a time,&lt;br /&gt;you cannnot control what the other party does.&lt;br /&gt;And neither can you chnage it.&lt;br /&gt;You can only control what YOU do, in response to what he/she does.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's getting confusing but I just mean that after what happen last night,&lt;br /&gt;all those tears shed made me realise that if I really do want to make all this work out for the better, i have to start getting a grip on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to give more than I take.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to bear in mind the fact that 'if he doesn't love me the way I want him to, it doesn't mean that he's not loving me with all he's got.'&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to give broader benefits of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I need to erase doubts from forming in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I need to trust with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Can I do that?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can... it'll be difficult cos trusting is not easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;And because I love you, I'll try my very best.&lt;br /&gt;But if trying is not good enough for you, I dunno what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that trying can result in success or failure.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't try just because I failed.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I have given in my all over the past year...&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps, it's just not enough... just not good enough...&lt;br /&gt;I'll work harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now,&lt;br /&gt;I've got 2 exam papers to study for.&lt;br /&gt;OB on Friday, and DPD next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to work harder...&lt;br /&gt;Here's my coursework grades so far:&lt;br /&gt;DPD - B+&lt;br /&gt;OB - B+&lt;br /&gt;BusEnt - B+&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with Ticketing to ponder over.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and French as well.&lt;br /&gt;For French I'm not so worried...&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't get my distinction or A, I should be able to get a B+. but most likely to be an A. That's if Professeur J doesn't penalise my whole class for the culture quiz. And if Professeur A is fair about the Oral test. Sigh. Oh did I mention that Prof. J called me this afternoon? Got a shock of my life cos he doesn't even teach me and I barely know him. Does he know I have a crush on him? hmmmmmmmmmmmm..... hahaha... I hope not. Cos I DON'T. Anyway, I don't wanna talk about why he called... ask me in private if you wanna know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;There you go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty happy with my course work grades this semester.&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I need to work really really hard to try to achieve my As again.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna pull up my GPA!&lt;br /&gt;If I get all B+s this semester, this sem's GPA will be a 3.5.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I have hope of pulling my present GPA of 3.2 closer to the NTU requirements...&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;I want my As!!!&lt;br /&gt;god bless me...&lt;br /&gt;I've screwed up enough the past 2 semesters.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get back into the DHLs...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make my mum proud again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live in the shadows of my brilliantly clever sister who will definitely be a top DHL student.&lt;br /&gt;I am as good.&lt;br /&gt;I will succeed!&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;(major self-consolation)&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go to bed so I can put all my energy into studying tmw...&lt;br /&gt;at TP.&lt;br /&gt;I'm skipping my checkup for studying.&lt;br /&gt;It better be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115626403521268915?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115626403521268915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115626403521268915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/heres-big-fat-thank-you-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115617426445154012</id><published>2006-08-21T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:31:04.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. whatever i said in the last post about the person closest to me not wanting to listen to my troubles, was me being a bitch. apparently, i didnt realise that he was just scared of making comments and giving his comments and opinions. i'm sorry. it's my fault that i'm always moody. it's my fault that i snap at you whenever you try. i'm really sorry. i know you are saying right now that i'm not being sincere and i'm making things difficult. it's stupid and extreme actions i know. but it's something i wanna do. so i have a problem. so? accept it. or let it go. i truly am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115617426445154012?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115617426445154012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115617426445154012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115616251758304092</id><published>2006-08-21T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:15:17.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been so troubled for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;And it's about something I thought I was sure about since a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;My future after Poly.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that I'll definitely try joining SIA as a flight stewardess after I graduate,&lt;br /&gt;earn enough and then see myself through my university education.&lt;br /&gt;But now, as I grow older,&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to doubt my abilities to settle down into piles of books after having enjoyed the high life of flying all over the world for the past 3-5 years.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, like I mentioned in my previous entry, I know myself to not be the kind that can keep studying while working or after working, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, for those who are lost in my words of confusion, here's the lowdown on the whole situation i'm facing -&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, from a personal standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;I have had the dream of flying as an air stewardess since I was a little girl. It can be with any reputable airline, but the dreams grew with images of myself in a kebaya.&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older through my teenage years, I became sure of the fact that I wanted a career where I can interact with people and not be cooped up in an office for the rest of my working life. Hence, I chose Hospitality and Tourism Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I near graduation from my diploma course, I'm now once again at the crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;Here's why: I have discovered that I want to pursue a career in Communications and to be able to succeed in that, I will need a degree at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;I have a passion for languages and writing since young. So from there, journalism and publishing is a logical choice.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a love for meeting people and being involved in events and working hands-on. So PR, marketing, events management would be a great option too.&lt;br /&gt;And for all of the above, I have a single choice in Communications Studies at NTU.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said yesterday, NTU is the only financially feasible option and a good one too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the headache:&lt;br /&gt;I'm 19 this year.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 20 next year when I graduate, and that will also be my age when I start my degree studies (IF I can get into the course, given the strong competition, the chances are pretty slim).&lt;br /&gt;As it is a direct honours degree course, it'll take me 4 years to complete the course. And because my modules from HTM are not directly related to communication studies, there are only a few subjects that I can transfer credits to. And that would mean even if I want to accelerate my studies, it's only one semester faster at most. Do I want that? I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;So let's say I don't accelerate, I'll graduate when I'm about 24 years old.&lt;br /&gt;If I still want to fulfil my childhood dream of flying, I'll be pretty old. 25? As Tian said, how am I going to be able to compete for a place with the pretty young things? Those who are 18? 19? 21?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true that with a degree in communications I can actually have a slight advantage and I can command a higher pay too. But that job is after all very much based on youth, vitality and beauty. Unless someone can tell me that a 25-year-old has an equal opportunity of getting the coveted job as a flight stewardess.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel very old... and as if there's not enough time for me to do what I wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;My second option is to go fly with SIA first, complete the bond (3 or 5 years maybe), then come back to do my degree.&lt;br /&gt;Is it feasible?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Do I really wanna go back to studying full-time at the age of what, 25?&lt;br /&gt;Then how about if I really fulfill my wishes of getting married by 25 years old? Study full-time still? Not really possible.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even thinking of a part-time degree because mostly are not recognised, and I won't be able to concentrate. Yes. I know myself too well.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I ask Mummy about this, she uses herself as an example and says that if she can get her Bachelor's degree at the age of 40, why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I waste my opportunity to fulfill my dream while I'm young and able?&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I feel that though it's true that there's no such thing as being too old to study, can I?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it will be difficult to study and work, and take care of a family at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;If I can avoid the tough life for myself, why not?&lt;br /&gt;Mummy had a very very tough time trying to finish her studies and I ask myself, do I wanna go through all that too?&lt;br /&gt;This is one topic that I cannot seem to discuss with her...&lt;br /&gt;She's discouraging me from studying cos she says that by the time I graduate from NTU, she would be very old(which is only 45 years old by the way) and the other reason is that she has always wanted me to be an air stewardess. Mainly because it's a dream that she gave up because of me when she was young. And among her 3 daughters, I'm the only one in whom she sees the possibility of her dreams being fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do want to study.&lt;br /&gt;I really do want to get my degree.&lt;br /&gt;I know that whether it's sooner or later, I will.&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of whether it's sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;So so troubled.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one I can truly talk to about it.&lt;br /&gt;No one to give me the advice I need.&lt;br /&gt;The person I'm closest to, well, suffice to say he doesn't really seem interested in the problem. Or rather, he doesn't see why I'm troubled over it.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I've got responsibilities to my family...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only reason for my existence.&lt;br /&gt;If I am, I'd no longer be here.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt; I'll be back lar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115616251758304092?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115616251758304092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115616251758304092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-havent-been-so-troubled-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115608096119104678</id><published>2006-08-20T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:36:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm pissed&lt;br /&gt;i typed a really super duper long entry&lt;br /&gt;but my comp hanged on me.&lt;br /&gt;and the entry got lost before i could published it.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. (pardon my french)&lt;br /&gt;shittified.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm so not in the mood to re-type everything again.&lt;br /&gt;here's a super short sumary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday -&lt;br /&gt;KTV with shawn, gavin and joce...&lt;br /&gt;according to shawn, it's the FIRE in action =)&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;we gotta do this again before SIP starts k?&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to Tian's place for a double date session.&lt;br /&gt;he bought me a sunflower... so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;at least he remembered that i like sunflowers =)&lt;br /&gt;thanks darling...&lt;br /&gt;and the 2 guys cooked dinner for me and her while we watched Bring it on again...&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti was good...&lt;br /&gt;the muscato was nice...&lt;br /&gt;and the atmosphere was sweet...&lt;br /&gt;thanks dear...&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed myself...&lt;br /&gt;and dude, i know you dont read this... but jia you!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;really happy for you...&lt;br /&gt;she's a very nice girl... treat her well yeah?&lt;br /&gt;and hmmmm... as for the girl, i think you do read my blog once in awhile so i won't say anything to embarrass you =)&lt;br /&gt;but he's a nice guy and i think you both look really sweet together... jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday had SA meeting...&lt;br /&gt;wont say much about it...&lt;br /&gt;except that it's so stressful trying to keep it afloat...&lt;br /&gt;i need support!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i slept till dinner time&lt;br /&gt;so nothing to say about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually surfing the internet for university education...&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about it for awhile already...&lt;br /&gt;and recently,&lt;br /&gt;this is what's been stuck in my head -&lt;br /&gt;since my results can put me in a local university, why should i turn away from it?&lt;br /&gt;plus, with a degree, i can actually command a higher pay at SIA.&lt;br /&gt;i even will have a higher chance of being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;especially since what i'm really really interested in now is Communications Studies at NTU.&lt;br /&gt;literature... well... my mum disapproves of it... and social sciences as well.&lt;br /&gt;so the next best option is my interest in communications.&lt;br /&gt;i believe i will be able to do well in that field...&lt;br /&gt;journalism&amp;publishing, or PR&amp;amp;marketing.&lt;br /&gt;either one...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, why a local university?&lt;br /&gt;cos it's more affordable.&lt;br /&gt;with NTU, i can get tuition grant from MOE.&lt;br /&gt;and that will mean only about $6K per year... full amount is about 20K&lt;br /&gt;that amount can also be covered with my Mum's CPF adequately...&lt;br /&gt;so it'll be just like what i've been doing at TP...&lt;br /&gt;using mum's CPF for my tuition fees,&lt;br /&gt;and paying her back after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;though i say wanna work first...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm also aware of myself... that i tend to lose motivation to study after i start working.&lt;br /&gt;especially if i start with being an air-stewardess.&lt;br /&gt;i most probably will not go back to studying after that.&lt;br /&gt;having said that,&lt;br /&gt;i'm after all only a Poly grad.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll apply for both NTU and SIA after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;just in case NTU doesnt accept me.&lt;br /&gt;seeing that i have strong competition from SP and NP's media and comms courses.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention TP's CMM and JC grads&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that however,&lt;br /&gt;i've got 2 final exam papers to study for&lt;br /&gt;and i need to really buck up.&lt;br /&gt;i need to improve on my GPA!&lt;br /&gt;sayang sayang... gimme motivation!&lt;br /&gt;tmw... most probably studying at TP with Rozy, Cal and Tian.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we get things done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;dear... i miss you...&lt;br /&gt;once again, thank you for last friday...&lt;br /&gt;i had a greeat time...&lt;br /&gt;we should do it again k?&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you tmw...&lt;br /&gt;love ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115608096119104678?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115608096119104678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115608096119104678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115582892247676430</id><published>2006-08-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:35:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so high!&lt;br /&gt;went to watch li sheng jie's (sam lee) campus concert with shawn this evening&lt;br /&gt;was having 2 hearts about whether i wanted to go,&lt;br /&gt;but i so dont regret my choice of going in the end&lt;br /&gt;his voice is very good...&lt;br /&gt;friendly, approachable, and no airs at all!&lt;br /&gt;his songs happen to include some of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;the peeps who go ktv with me often enough will probably know&lt;br /&gt;chi xin jue dui&lt;br /&gt;shou fang kai&lt;br /&gt;and now, after tonight, there'll be at least 2 or 3 more i will wanna sing at ktv sessions!&lt;br /&gt;woo-hoo~!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and he shook my hand, smiled at me and he maintained the handshake for like 10 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;his not fantastic looking... but definitely better than in photos.&lt;br /&gt;and he's a qualified swimming and tennis instructor...&lt;br /&gt;very nice build&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;really really enjoyed myself&lt;br /&gt;i like him now...&lt;br /&gt;and oh did i mention he gave me his signature!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;now now people,&lt;br /&gt;dont be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i think some of you might think i'm bonkers and that there's nothing fantastic about him.&lt;br /&gt;but it's difficult to explain la...&lt;br /&gt;if you were there tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i bet you will be taken over by his passion, friendliness and singing skills.&lt;br /&gt;he's more like.. macho but friendly at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;okok... shall stop gushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... ktv tmw&lt;br /&gt;gavin, be prepared to listen to alot of his songs!&lt;br /&gt;i'm super motivated to sing his songs now...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;night time going on a double-date.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully everything goes smoothly =)&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;nitez all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115582892247676430?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115582892247676430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115582892247676430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-high-went-to-watch-li-sheng-jies.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115564107988984602</id><published>2006-08-15T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:24:39.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a argument/debate this morning with mum&lt;br /&gt;she asked me what i'd pursue if i had a chance to go university&lt;br /&gt;and i told her definitely not hospi or tourism.&lt;br /&gt;then she started her lecture on why i want to pursue unrealistic stuff like mass comm, social sciences or literature.&lt;br /&gt;"u cant survive and feed yourself with interests." she said.&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;couldnt get it into her that i dont wanna spend my whole life working and working for something i'm not happy with, trying to make ends meet and living my whole life in misery.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to say now.&lt;br /&gt;it's an argument that will go on for a long long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i already know what i'll do after my graduation next year,&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll be in for more nagging.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unhappy day.&lt;br /&gt;nothing went well&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;not feeling very well&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;but still, happy 11th month dear.&lt;br /&gt;that's from the first time we got together last year.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;time flies.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;bye all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115564107988984602?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115564107988984602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115564107988984602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/had-argumentdebate-this-morning-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115545536621639652</id><published>2006-08-13T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T15:49:26.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the person i said yes to is tian.&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is so that people got no more questions marks in their mind about it.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;caiyun and bel bel, this is for you =)&lt;br /&gt;kidding kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm back with him.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cos i believe that everyone deserves a 2nd chance.&lt;br /&gt;just like mummy gave daddy so many second chances,&lt;br /&gt;i felt that he deserved a chance to prove himself at the very least&lt;br /&gt;at least i'd know that i've tried my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear,&lt;br /&gt;you know i've always loved you&lt;br /&gt;and i still do.&lt;br /&gt;the whole world might not agree to it, but heck, it's my love life.&lt;br /&gt;just dont prove me wrong alright?&lt;br /&gt;i've told you before that i've never believed in break-patch relationships&lt;br /&gt;this is the 2nd time we are patching back after a break-up.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it'll be the last.&lt;br /&gt;i hope james is wrong this time... that i'm not stupid to try again, to believe again.&lt;br /&gt;please dont let me down again...&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;to you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i can sense your disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;i can only say i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;your place in my heart and my life is irreplaceable no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;please believe that...&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you really know the reason why i made the choice that i made.&lt;br /&gt;please take good care of yourself...&lt;br /&gt;and believe in yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115545536621639652?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115545536621639652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115545536621639652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/person-i-said-yes-to-is-tian.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115531493569973161</id><published>2006-08-12T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:48:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate public buses.&lt;br /&gt;period&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;this was what happened -&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to relax on my way home after a day out with tian&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to take the express 518 bus back from orchard.&lt;br /&gt;didnt wanna waste money on taxi.&lt;br /&gt;i boarded the bus at Plaza Sinagpura at about 9.45 pm&lt;br /&gt;and i reached home at 11.43 pm&lt;br /&gt;do your freaking math.&lt;br /&gt;it was fucking 2 hours on that bus!&lt;br /&gt;the usual time it takes on the same journey is 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;if there were seats, and there were less people,&lt;br /&gt;i dont care&lt;br /&gt;i'd just sleep&lt;br /&gt;but it was jam-packed like a sardine can&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt have a seat&lt;br /&gt;for 2 whole fucking hours&lt;br /&gt;i was in heels, mini skirt, and had to balance on the bus&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was about to freaking suffocate cos of the lack of oxygen&lt;br /&gt;too many people in that little confined space fighting for such a limited supply of O2&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;and the inconsiderate creatures of singapore just got on my nerves all the more&lt;br /&gt;this fat auntie and middle aged uncle&lt;br /&gt;squeezed up the bus from the exit.&lt;br /&gt;like WTF?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;already no space and u still squeeze like that?&lt;br /&gt;and the exit side cannot tap ez-link card for entry.&lt;br /&gt;means they fucking hell took a free ride!&lt;br /&gt;freak shit.&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with these people?!?!&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;being the bitch that i am,&lt;br /&gt;i bitched on the phone to tian when he called.&lt;br /&gt;like "fucking hell, i hate inconsiderate people. like the auntie standing behind me? she squeezed her big fat ass on the bus from the exit door. like wadehell lar! she's taking a free ride lor. fuck her lar"&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling bitchy&lt;br /&gt;majorly bitchy&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;and the reason for all this?&lt;br /&gt;FIREWORKS at Marina Bay.&lt;br /&gt;display by new caledonia&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;s'poreans are like super deprived.&lt;br /&gt;like never see fireworks before lar&lt;br /&gt;make me lose 1 hour of precious time in that damned traffic jam on the ECP.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:&lt;br /&gt;do not go near the roads leading to and from the Marina Bay area tomorrow. because there will be a display by France.&lt;br /&gt;last one.&lt;br /&gt;and its a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;so expect a worse jam.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a good girl and stay home.&lt;br /&gt;shittified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;i've bitched enough...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn tired&lt;br /&gt;and tmw 10am got SIP launch in school&lt;br /&gt;have i told you that my LO is Z**** W**?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i have.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;i've bitched enough&lt;br /&gt;time to go to lalaland and hope a kindhearted angel can take away my bitchiness&lt;br /&gt;sorry for polluting your eyesight dear friends&lt;br /&gt;i'm going now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw,&lt;br /&gt;missed ktv today cos shawn couldnt make it&lt;br /&gt;it's ok&lt;br /&gt;but better have a make-up session soon...&lt;br /&gt;i'm craving singing massively...&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;cya tmw in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitey all...&lt;br /&gt;buonaserra&lt;br /&gt;bonne nuit&lt;br /&gt;oyasumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115531493569973161?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115531493569973161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115531493569973161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-public-buses.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115511238838317047</id><published>2006-08-09T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:33:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well,&lt;br /&gt;i said yes.&lt;br /&gt;and so, that means i've taken another jump into that abyss  again.&lt;br /&gt;i know many people dont think its a wise choice&lt;br /&gt;but i've got to do it for myself&lt;br /&gt;friends out there,&lt;br /&gt;please wish me happiness&lt;br /&gt;i need all the support i can get&lt;br /&gt;and to the ones who gave me support the past few weeks and months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rozy, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll be supporting me no matter what choice i make&lt;br /&gt;and that you'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much...&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happened and i wont know what i could have done without you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gavin, shawn and gang,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for listening to all my troubles every week (for shawn, almost everyday)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and rest assured that i will not sacrifice you guys for him&lt;br /&gt;we'll still have weekly kopitiam sessions ok?&lt;br /&gt;i aim to achieve a balance between friends and him...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else that i dont have time to mention,&lt;br /&gt;thank you nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day today&lt;br /&gt;and it gave me excuse to sleep till 4pm in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;but more likely to be because i'm sick&lt;br /&gt;yeah i am...&lt;br /&gt;my throat feels weird&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to burn up&lt;br /&gt;i'm all giddy&lt;br /&gt;and i ache all over...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;hope i recover in time for bowling and ktv&lt;br /&gt;and hope it doesnt make a turn for the worse cos i've got french speaking test tmw...&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna lose my voice!&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;pray for me that i get well soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go... catch up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115511238838317047?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115511238838317047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115511238838317047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-i-said-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115503461722091029</id><published>2006-08-08T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:47:36.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in school now&lt;br /&gt;just finished ticketing test awhile ago&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so so screwed&lt;br /&gt;this time, i studied&lt;br /&gt;i went for classes&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;sucks big time&lt;br /&gt;spent too much time on the easier questions&lt;br /&gt;and sacrificed the 20mark question at the back&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;i'm so screwed lar&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can at least get a C grade&lt;br /&gt;next test, i'll make sure i study really really hard for it&lt;br /&gt;bless me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;still in school's comp lab&lt;br /&gt;waiting for tian to finish practising his amadeus&lt;br /&gt;then we'll go for dinner&lt;br /&gt;hungry hungry...&lt;br /&gt;hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still aching all over from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and tmw is national day!&lt;br /&gt;dunno what to do...&lt;br /&gt;probably spend the day studying for French test&lt;br /&gt;thursday - bowling in the afternoon followed by french test in school&lt;br /&gt;friday - no school, kbox! clementi again ^_^&lt;br /&gt;so excited!&lt;br /&gt;and i desprerately need to go shopping...&lt;br /&gt;but, i'll need a kind sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;any kind souls out there wanna sponsor my shopping spree?&lt;br /&gt;minimum amount......... $1000&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;as u can all see&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sick and tired of amadeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my liaison officer for SIP is......&lt;br /&gt;MS ***** ***.&lt;br /&gt;like...erm....ok.&lt;br /&gt;rozy! haha... i can imagine u cursing and swearing&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and we both are the only ones at Treetops!&lt;br /&gt;it's a world to ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;i have you all to myself...&lt;br /&gt;aren't you happy?&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;i'll continue tonight...&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115503461722091029?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115503461722091029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115503461722091029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-school-now-just-finished-ticketing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115496419943351995</id><published>2006-08-07T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:23:19.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning,&lt;br /&gt;managed to complete my BE reflections only at 4.30am&lt;br /&gt;and because of early 9am lecture,&lt;br /&gt;i survived on 2 hours of sleep the whole day&lt;br /&gt;the amazing thing is that i went to play about 2 plus hours of squash and badminto with gavin, shawn, cal and siok after school&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and i worked up a stunning amount of sweat&lt;br /&gt;the last time i worked out so hard was a long long time ago&lt;br /&gt;missed the feeling alot&lt;br /&gt;guys, we should do this again really really soon ok?&lt;br /&gt;then headed home to pick drago up from school...&lt;br /&gt;so so tired&lt;br /&gt;tmw,&lt;br /&gt;got ticketing&amp;reservations test at 3pm&lt;br /&gt;but i have to be in school early in the morning to print out the remaining bits of my BE reflections, file and submit them&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... can't sleep in still&lt;br /&gt;can use the in between time to study too i guess...&lt;br /&gt;havent studied yet&lt;br /&gt;i know i promised to study hard and work really really hard for this test&lt;br /&gt;but i've really been so so busy...&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wont get punished for that...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you said you are ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but just the day before you said you were not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i'm happy... over the moon... to know that you're ready to accept me again too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;there's that nagging doubt that i wanna erase but can't seem to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i want to trust you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but with the things that happened over the past few days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i dunno what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;maybe i'm just reading too much into the smallest things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but that's just who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i'll be waiting for the time to truly come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i want to give our love another chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it's the least it deserves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115496419943351995?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115496419943351995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115496419943351995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-morning-managed-to-complete-my-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115485299952420894</id><published>2006-08-06T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T16:29:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a long, lazy and tiring day yesterday&lt;br /&gt;morning,&lt;br /&gt;had to report to RITS to help SJCC with restaurant service&lt;br /&gt;it was the annual Tabasco HotChef Challenge competition&lt;br /&gt;supposed to reach at 10am&lt;br /&gt;but was about 5mins late&lt;br /&gt;cos there was some event going on in sentosa&lt;br /&gt;took me a whole hour to get to TAS from harbourfront&lt;br /&gt;ended up walking to TAS from the VAC&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;i hate slopes!&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;team from Marina Mandarin won the 1st prize&lt;br /&gt;team Les Saints, consisting of Alexander Barry Boey (hah!), Trevor &amp; Nickson came in second&lt;br /&gt;and i cant remember who got 3rd&lt;br /&gt;anyway CONGRATS to ALEX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i know how badly he wanted to win this&lt;br /&gt;and how happy he is right now...&lt;br /&gt;and to Team October,&lt;br /&gt;you guys did well enough... impressed me at least =)&lt;br /&gt;tian,&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of you...&lt;br /&gt;at least you tried your best and worked hard for it...&lt;br /&gt;you'll get what you deserve one day...&lt;br /&gt;dont be silly to give up on your culinary dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Gavin's house after the event ended.&lt;br /&gt;tian's mum sent me to buona vista mrt&lt;br /&gt;and Gavin picked me up from Boon Lay mrt&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm getting quite spoiled&lt;br /&gt;getting chauffeured around&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine a world without cars now...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;at Gav's place, we chilled out...&lt;br /&gt;like really slack and laze around&lt;br /&gt;then Shawn and Gav got hooked onto recording their own singing on his comp&lt;br /&gt;and replaying them&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so amusing&lt;br /&gt;and i think they make real good lullabye singers&lt;br /&gt;cos me and Shi Hui fell fast asleep on Gav's bed&lt;br /&gt;till the sun went down at 7pm&lt;br /&gt;then we woke up&lt;br /&gt;and decided to leave so that the lovebirds can enjoy some privacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab down to his place,&lt;br /&gt;and shawn took a bus back from there...&lt;br /&gt;walked to jelita to eat dinner...&lt;br /&gt;had sandwiches at o'briens...&lt;br /&gt;quite nice...&lt;br /&gt;but prices quite steep&lt;br /&gt;then went video ezy to rent dvds to watch at home&lt;br /&gt;i wanted light-hearted stuff so rented monster-in-law and rumor has it&lt;br /&gt;without realising that we've already watched rumor has it before&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;so ended up watching on monster-in-law only...&lt;br /&gt;but enjoyed myself all the same...&lt;br /&gt;i like lazing around, watching tv and just chilling out...&lt;br /&gt;then took a cab home just around before midnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i really enjoyed myself with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;and honestly to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i missed the times we shared in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;like when we shared modesto's at home while watching love actually on HBO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;the feeling is still there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but last night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i felt something else... anticipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;the only reason i was there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;was to make clear to you that i'm ready to take that plunge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;seems like we still have to wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;if time's what you need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i'll let you have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;this time, the ball's in your court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;it was in mine till last night when i returned it to your side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;all i can say now - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;yes the disappointment is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but if it's for the best, then ok... i accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but dont wait too long... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;cos like you keep telling me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;when the chance is gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;it's gone forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;and may never come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115485299952420894?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115485299952420894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115485299952420894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/had-long-lazy-and-tiring-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115471121085154619</id><published>2006-08-05T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:06:51.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm finally home&lt;br /&gt;after a long long day&lt;br /&gt;finished all projects finally...&lt;br /&gt;DPD presentation this morning at 9am&lt;br /&gt;then waited for gavin in school with cal,&lt;br /&gt;after which gavin drove me home to change out of my formal clothes.&lt;br /&gt;then went back to school to pick tat ming, followed by alvin at tampines central&lt;br /&gt;drove all the way to jurong east for lunch, during which our dear uncle alvin went to see a doctor and got diagnosed with food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;so poor thing&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so after lunch, we went to Chevrons to bowl&lt;br /&gt;played the worst games of my life&lt;br /&gt;so not used to the ball,&lt;br /&gt;and the lanes were too slippery&lt;br /&gt;me and gavin were cursing and swearing&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;6plus, we headed to jurong point&lt;br /&gt;for what?&lt;br /&gt;maximum tune again&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;car racing...&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;so not me...&lt;br /&gt;but i have to admit that it is kinda fun&lt;br /&gt;and being out with the whole group of them was satisfying...&lt;br /&gt;just what i needed&lt;br /&gt;but there were a tad too many people around so couldnt really say much also&lt;br /&gt;plus gavin met up with his girl&lt;br /&gt;so didnt wanna be too bright a lightbulb ah...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed myself the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;so thanks guys...&lt;br /&gt;let's do this more often...&lt;br /&gt;i think gavin also felt that today's session wasnt very fulfilling too&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna have another 'kopitiam' session tmw!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;tmw morning have to go TAS to do service for the Hot Chef challenge&lt;br /&gt;reporting there by 10am&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;so tired...&lt;br /&gt;probably will meet gavin and shawn in the afternoon after my event&lt;br /&gt;they gonna go play basketball before that&lt;br /&gt;i also wanna play!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i forget,&lt;br /&gt;here's a special thanks to alvin.&lt;br /&gt;he sent me all the way home in the cab...&lt;br /&gt;though he was supposed to alight before me...&lt;br /&gt;so gentlemanly&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;or in his words, 'uncle'.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;so ex lar the cab fare...&lt;br /&gt;so thanks alvin!&lt;br /&gt;i owe you one&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm going to bed... updates tmw!&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams to the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115471121085154619?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115471121085154619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115471121085154619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-finally-home-after-long-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115461016407166638</id><published>2006-08-03T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:02:44.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;what to say?&lt;br /&gt;had a really long and meaningful talk with shawn and joce&lt;br /&gt;and all i can say is:&lt;br /&gt;xiao mei... jia you wor!&lt;br /&gt;i know how you must be feeling now&lt;br /&gt;and all i can say is you will find your true happiness some day&lt;br /&gt;we all will =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she left for class,&lt;br /&gt;we continued our conversation&lt;br /&gt;and the same frustrating thoughts keep circling in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i should really take that plunge&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna make me drown myself in sorrows again&lt;br /&gt;i need enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to be happy&lt;br /&gt;i want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;but then again... i AM loved.&lt;br /&gt;so what am i turning away from?&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i want to love you with all my heart...&lt;br /&gt;are you the 'you' i can love happily and without regrets?&lt;br /&gt;tell me...&lt;br /&gt;so that i can know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some details about UNLV in S'pore&lt;br /&gt;if you dont already know,&lt;br /&gt;i was involved in the UNLV grand opening ceremony yesterday&lt;br /&gt;at NLB 10th &amp; 11th flr&lt;br /&gt;they are offering certificate courses,&lt;br /&gt;bachelor's undergrad degrees,&lt;br /&gt;and master's degrees.&lt;br /&gt;all in hotel management, specialising in hospitality management.&lt;br /&gt;most important for most of us,&lt;br /&gt;it's the bachelor's degree.&lt;br /&gt;3 year course&lt;br /&gt;total of $69,450 for 3 years&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;credit transfer is possible.&lt;br /&gt;but dont think that with credit transfer,&lt;br /&gt;you can finish your course faster and hence save some of the school fees.&lt;br /&gt;cos for UNLV S'p,&lt;br /&gt;it just means you can take lesser subjects each semester.&lt;br /&gt;but you STILL HAVE TO do it over 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;am i making sense?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;that's the diff between UNLV and most other universities&lt;br /&gt;and also,&lt;br /&gt;first intake = 20 students.&lt;br /&gt;subsequent intakes, not more than 50.&lt;br /&gt;fantastic?&lt;br /&gt;think again.&lt;br /&gt;with the same amount, you can take 2 separate degree courses in local unis like NUS, NTU and SMU.&lt;br /&gt;think twice and do your thorough research before deciding k people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not me.&lt;br /&gt;for sure.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with studying about H&amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;gimme something like social sciences or literature&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115461016407166638?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115461016407166638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115461016407166638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115457059108036598</id><published>2006-08-03T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:03:11.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 9.47 am&lt;br /&gt;so early!&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;i think it's one of the first time i'm blogging so early&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying desperately to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;hangover&lt;br /&gt;was at devil's bar last night cos my da-ge(cousin) dragged me&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;and i was made to drink by his friends, who are also friends of my dad&lt;br /&gt;they all know each other la&lt;br /&gt;but thank goodness dad wasnt there&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;reached home at about 2.30am&lt;br /&gt;all red from drinking and dad wasnt home yet&lt;br /&gt;phew~!&lt;br /&gt;showered and plonked right into bed and fell fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;was about 3am then&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up at 6.30&lt;br /&gt;cos my alarm rang&lt;br /&gt;no choice&lt;br /&gt;and the stupidest thing?&lt;br /&gt;my class is only at 4pm&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in school so early for stupid group meeting&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;and my hangover is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;they better get things done and use up all my time properly&lt;br /&gt;or not i'll just faint and die here&lt;br /&gt;and cos of my stupid hangover, i'm in shorts and polo-tee in school&lt;br /&gt;amazing rite?!&lt;br /&gt;the usually dressy me, now so slack&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's DPD presentation&lt;br /&gt;then it's all over!&lt;br /&gt;left with my reflections portfolio to rush out over the weekend,&lt;br /&gt;french speaking test,&lt;br /&gt;ticketing test,&lt;br /&gt;then blah blah blah - exams!&lt;br /&gt;!#$%$$#%#&amp;amp;#$&lt;br /&gt;grrrr&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;i'm killing all my readers with my crap&lt;br /&gt;but i'm desperately trying to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;save me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115457059108036598?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115457059108036598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115457059108036598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115444114274849412</id><published>2006-08-01T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:05:42.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stay happy?&lt;br /&gt;well in order for me to stay happy, i have to first be happy&lt;br /&gt;how else can i stay happy right?&lt;br /&gt;and well, it's true that i do have people around for me&lt;br /&gt;but everyone still needs that special someone&lt;br /&gt;dont you?&lt;br /&gt;if not, you also have alot of friends around you who'll be there for you right?&lt;br /&gt;and rest assured that you'll never be un-needed&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;though you say that everyone likes me there,&lt;br /&gt;but i really dont know&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;every moment we shared will be cherished and you'll always be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;the downs... i'll learn for sure...&lt;br /&gt;but my next love?&lt;br /&gt;i doubt...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know when a next love can come around for me&lt;br /&gt;i miss you lots too&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i had to make the choice i made&lt;br /&gt;and i also thank you for respecting my choice&lt;br /&gt;only time can tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the past few months of singlehood&lt;br /&gt;i've renewed and redeveloped some friendships that i know i'll treasure so much&lt;br /&gt;people like shawn and gavin, among others of course... you know who you are =)&lt;br /&gt;that's the only good thing about my new status i guess&lt;br /&gt;i initially thought that with no relationship to distract me and take up my time,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be able to spend more time on my studies and at least try to raise my GPA from last semester's dismal results.&lt;br /&gt;but alas,&lt;br /&gt;all i've succeeded in doing is further distract myself,&lt;br /&gt;from all my crazy and confusing thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;till now,&lt;br /&gt;i cant say my results are improving much&lt;br /&gt;i cant say i'm putting more efforts into my studies&lt;br /&gt;for example,&lt;br /&gt;my business enterprise reflections are due on monday&lt;br /&gt;and i havent even started&lt;br /&gt;pro right?&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;someone give me motivation to work hard&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to motivate me&lt;br /&gt;gimme a purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;the only thing driving me now is the fact that school's coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;and i so wanna get outta TP&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;last lap&lt;br /&gt;jia you!&lt;br /&gt;and to all my fellow HTM-ers, jia you too!&lt;br /&gt;we'll all make it together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning&lt;br /&gt;i woke up pretty early&lt;br /&gt;considering that i only have to be in school at 2pm for a project meeting&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8 plus am&lt;br /&gt;that's despite falling asleep only at 3 or 4am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and i lay in bed,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of alot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;some people&lt;br /&gt;and other kinda stuff&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;so tired now&lt;br /&gt;but still want to watch CSI later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;everything at home seems fine&lt;br /&gt;except that i can sense the first fallout between chloe and parents&lt;br /&gt;all because she's in love with rockclimbing&lt;br /&gt;and she's extremely talented at it too!&lt;br /&gt;her seniors say she's the strongest freshie of all&lt;br /&gt;plus her first competition she got 10th place&lt;br /&gt;fantastic achievement if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;she's barely been training for 2 months or so&lt;br /&gt;but mum and dad, as always,&lt;br /&gt;forbids that&lt;br /&gt;mum says "i dont like her to do rockclimbing" period.&lt;br /&gt;so cruel&lt;br /&gt;and that's just cos she's not as ladylike as you'd like your daughter to be&lt;br /&gt;well at least find consolation in the fact that she still wear skirts and boys still go after her&lt;br /&gt;her life is not yours&lt;br /&gt;it's hers&lt;br /&gt;its what she's happiest doing&lt;br /&gt;so why deprive her?&lt;br /&gt;by forcing her to quit, by discouraging her, by scolding her,&lt;br /&gt;you're only gonna mke her run away&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, she'll hate coming home&lt;br /&gt;it happened with me before&lt;br /&gt;why cant you learn your lessons?&lt;br /&gt;if she's neglecting her studies then fine&lt;br /&gt;but she's not!&lt;br /&gt;in fact she's doing so super well!&lt;br /&gt;she topped her class in 4 subjects out of 5 this past mid semester tests&lt;br /&gt;not enough?&lt;br /&gt;she got full marks for her maths paper too&lt;br /&gt;still not enough?&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno what you expect of us...&lt;br /&gt;give the girl a break&lt;br /&gt;she loves what she's doing, let her do it.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i rest my case for now&lt;br /&gt;dont push your luck.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;CSI starting...&lt;br /&gt;i should get going&lt;br /&gt;been stuck on this page all evening...&lt;br /&gt;bye guys... be back tmw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115444114274849412?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115444114274849412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115444114274849412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/stay-happy-well-in-order-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115432788927527110</id><published>2006-07-31T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:38:09.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feels so good to be back to blogging&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, i'm in school and not comfy in my bed&lt;br /&gt;here's why&lt;br /&gt;my internet subscription at home got terminated over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;cos never pay bill lar&lt;br /&gt;so i'm like so empty&lt;br /&gt;cant blog&lt;br /&gt;cant check email&lt;br /&gt;cant send email&lt;br /&gt;cant check for announcements&lt;br /&gt;cant chat with friends&lt;br /&gt;cant read blogs&lt;br /&gt;cant do research for my reflections&lt;br /&gt;cant even download the format for my reflection paper from OLE-BB&lt;br /&gt;grrrr&lt;br /&gt;the inconveniences of technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;last night i felt the strong need to blog&lt;br /&gt;but cos got no internet,&lt;br /&gt;i had to settle for my dear diary&lt;br /&gt;meaning, the old-fashioned way of writing&lt;br /&gt;like i used to do&lt;br /&gt;ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i wrote 10 whole pages&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;guess this is what i mean by a diary is so much more private&lt;br /&gt;can reveal more stuff&lt;br /&gt;but only for myself&lt;br /&gt;maybe i might consider posting bits of it&lt;br /&gt;but see how lar&lt;br /&gt;lazy to type all out&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna find time to print out my 162 posts on blogger&lt;br /&gt;so that i can have a safe hard copy to keep by my side&lt;br /&gt;who knows when the world wide web will one day decide to shut itself down?&lt;br /&gt;then there goes my memories&lt;br /&gt;cannot!&lt;br /&gt;i treasure all my entries.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;lame i know.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;and plus my other blog that has erm i think 2 entries?&lt;br /&gt;so that'll be a total of 164 entries&lt;br /&gt;amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;happy birthday to YK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your birthday's on 1 august&lt;br /&gt;which is tmw&lt;br /&gt;but i scared tmw dont get to blog&lt;br /&gt;so yeah&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i know you're in camp now&lt;br /&gt;training to be a police&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;what a threat to the society&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hope you'll read this during the weekend you're home&lt;br /&gt;and stop saying i forgotten about you&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy to hear that you are back with her&lt;br /&gt;you have my blessings&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what now?&lt;br /&gt;i hate blogging in school&lt;br /&gt;no mood&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;hope presentation went well for you today&lt;br /&gt;saw you this morning but didnt wanna disturb you and your group's meeting&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and to you 'down under'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;stop saying i dont mention you on my blog&lt;br /&gt;you know very well i do&lt;br /&gt;i just dont do it blatantly&lt;br /&gt;you should be able to read in between my lines by now rite?&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;take good care of yourself&lt;br /&gt;miss you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rozy sayang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects are almost over&lt;br /&gt;hang in there!&lt;br /&gt;and please find some time for me?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;and there's so much to catch up between us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;edna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad you msged me today&lt;br /&gt;hope to meet up with ya soon!&lt;br /&gt;oh and kelvin (our 'brother') called me&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;random, i know&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss working in long bar...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is getting uber boring&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sian of school&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get out of this stifling cage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you...&lt;br /&gt;(if you think it's you, then it's you. dont think so much)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115432788927527110?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115432788927527110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115432788927527110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/feels-so-good-to-be-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115418559010474585</id><published>2006-07-29T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:06:30.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that i've been slacking my weekends away&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;went for facial this morning cos my forehead was filled with pimples&lt;br /&gt;couldnt stand it any longer&lt;br /&gt;after i got home,&lt;br /&gt;came online for awhile&lt;br /&gt;then fell asleep on my bed&lt;br /&gt;all i can blame is myself cos i put my laptop on my bedside&lt;br /&gt;so whenever i use it, i'm basically just sitting on my bed&lt;br /&gt;so yeah&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i cant seem to get much work done like that&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday,&lt;br /&gt;bobby, my headwaiter from long bar called&lt;br /&gt;it was 4 plus in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;and he asked me if i could go to work&lt;br /&gt;at about 6pm&lt;br /&gt;ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;what a joke&lt;br /&gt;are they really so desperate?&lt;br /&gt;so much so that they have to call me even though i've already resigned?&lt;br /&gt;then i heard that they are running really low on manpower&lt;br /&gt;in the past when i was there,&lt;br /&gt;each night had at least 8 service staff or more&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;at most 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt;so pathetic&lt;br /&gt;but i turned him down&lt;br /&gt;for a couple of reasons&lt;br /&gt;one, i had a movie date already&lt;br /&gt;two, i'm not one who'd make u-turns and go back to places i've already quit unless i really want to (if i'm a u-turn person, i'd be back at pan pacific by now. they've called me countless times.)&lt;br /&gt;three, there are people i dont wanna have to face there&lt;br /&gt;four, i dont wanna go throught the hassle of applying for the retarded casual labour pass that is so troublesome and annoyin'&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;going back there will bring back memories i no longer wanna be reminded of&lt;br /&gt;so yeah&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it's still the 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and i cant overcome my own personal barrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i think there's only one or maybe two persons who really know what i mean by my personal barrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;after so long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i cannot even bring myself to think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i really tried very hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but i just cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the guilt is so great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the fear is so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i dunno what to do about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;except hope that time can ease the pain and lessen the trauma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;come back to me someday baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i dont wanna wait too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115418559010474585?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115418559010474585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115418559010474585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-realised-that-ive-been-slacking.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115411375578379078</id><published>2006-07-29T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T03:11:01.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wee~!&lt;br /&gt;just came home from a whole day of fun and enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost,&lt;br /&gt;The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;exhilarating&lt;br /&gt;exciting&lt;br /&gt;adrenaline pumping&lt;br /&gt;touching&lt;br /&gt;sexy&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot think of any more words to describe my experience in the cinema&lt;br /&gt;the cinematography was fantastic to say the least&lt;br /&gt;and dont even dream of comparing the drifting scenes to Initial D.&lt;br /&gt;no fight at all.&lt;br /&gt;TFTF wins. hands down.&lt;br /&gt;drifting is super cool&lt;br /&gt;oh so uber cool&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i'm drooling&lt;br /&gt;not the cos of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;but cos of the girls. and the boy-toys (cars i mean)&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i intend to watch again&lt;br /&gt;any takers?&lt;br /&gt;i really do wanna watch it again&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late in meeting my cousins and sisters cos the freaking train ride from boon lay to tampines took a whole hour&lt;br /&gt;reached only at about 12mn&lt;br /&gt;when the movie was slated to start at 1150pm&lt;br /&gt;lucky for the ever-famous GV commercials&lt;br /&gt;made it juuuuuust in time&lt;br /&gt;didnt miss a single minute, didnt have to watch a single minute of commercial either&lt;br /&gt;power~&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ask me what i was doing in boon lay?&lt;br /&gt;i was at the jurong point arcade with gavin and shawn&lt;br /&gt;doing what?&lt;br /&gt;let's just say maximum tune&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;if you dont already know, it's a car racing sorta game&lt;br /&gt;i wont go into details about my sense of satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;cos shawn will kill me&lt;br /&gt;*winkz*&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun.... at least i didnt feel bored at all&lt;br /&gt;maybe you guys are right...&lt;br /&gt;i have the talent&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but i still think i was very very lucky&lt;br /&gt;you guys still rock =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met gavin and shawn at clementi in the afternoon to go to kbox&lt;br /&gt;as usual,&lt;br /&gt;it was fun fun fun&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us were like uber high&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;like our own mini concert sia&lt;br /&gt;standing on the sofa,&lt;br /&gt;singing and jumping around&lt;br /&gt;an amazingly effective stress reliever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jurong west to eat sambal stingray after ktv&lt;br /&gt;it was nice...&lt;br /&gt;3 of us ate 2 servings of sambal stingray with rice&lt;br /&gt;quite satisfying actually&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;thanks to gavin&lt;br /&gt;what happened after dinner, as they say, is history&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;what sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what's next on our itinerary?&lt;br /&gt;bowling?&lt;br /&gt;more ktv?&lt;br /&gt;badminton?&lt;br /&gt;and i still looking for tennis kaki&lt;br /&gt;wait wait...&lt;br /&gt;bowling priority place k?&lt;br /&gt;i crave bowling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still riding on a high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;or am i just trying to avoid the short sharp stabs of pain that today's date gives me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the same day 2 months ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;29th may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a day i'll always remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a day i never will allow myself to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;no-one knows it but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i pray for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;to be happy wherever you may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i dream of the day i can make it all up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;make up for the foolish mistake that cost me and you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115411375578379078?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115411375578379078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115411375578379078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/wee-just-came-home-from-whole-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115401610386113961</id><published>2006-07-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:01:43.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh&lt;br /&gt;should i say i'm sorry for what happened just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch The Lakehouse&lt;br /&gt;the show was fantastic&lt;br /&gt;as is any show with either Sandra Bullock or Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;the storyline was indeed very heart-warming&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad there was a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;the love between Alex and Kate could wait...&lt;br /&gt;and it could endure all the tests thrown their way&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;only because they had a love so true and so pure...&lt;br /&gt;just like the verse from Jane Austen's Persuasion that was read out,&lt;br /&gt;they shared the same tastes, the same love, the same beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;something along those lines at least.&lt;br /&gt;can that possibly be the case in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;can there be love so patient and undying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;can there be love so devotedly constant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the company was sort of right&lt;br /&gt;but the feeling wasnt&lt;br /&gt;i wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;but why is it not?&lt;br /&gt;i could tell you were maybe disappointed&lt;br /&gt;or something like that&lt;br /&gt;but i can only say i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;as for what happened towards the end of the movie,&lt;br /&gt;i also sincerely apologise&lt;br /&gt;i just got really frustrated at the whole situation with massive event next week&lt;br /&gt;and there i was seeking your help,&lt;br /&gt;you couldnt make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;yes is yes, no is no&lt;br /&gt;why make my life miserable?&lt;br /&gt;as it is, i'm already having a big fat headache about it&lt;br /&gt;and i promised Iggy to give him the confirmed names by tmw&lt;br /&gt;and i was actually hoping you could gimme an answer quick so that i can get started on my task of searching for manpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i apologise for not being able to keep my emotions in check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dunno why i try so hard&lt;br /&gt;when no matter how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt seem to yield any results&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe to you, i dont seem to be putting any efforts at all&lt;br /&gt;but to others who know about the internal emotional war that i'm fighting with myself now,&lt;br /&gt;it's clear&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why do i even bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed myself out with ya just now&lt;br /&gt;most of the time at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;but can i say i'm truly happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;i honestly dunno&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the fault of circumstances&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno what to do about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wanna find my true love too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the one that belongs only to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the true love that can weather through all storms with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;as the days pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm losing hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;as my email address says: fallen angel, disillusioned soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if you dont already know, that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;on a brighter note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;DPD project has been submitted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;phew... huge sigh of relief there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and ktv tmw... plus movie with cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ok i know i've mentioned it all already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but i'm still excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*giggles and grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so very very tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i need to get some sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but would it just be like other recent nights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tossing and turning for hours on end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;till the dawn threatens to break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;only then can i fall fitfully into interrupted slumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i really need to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115401610386113961?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115401610386113961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115401610386113961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/sigh-should-i-say-im-sorry-for-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115393373327086004</id><published>2006-07-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:08:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!&lt;br /&gt;da-ge asked me out!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;to watch The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;but it's not gonna be a private 'date'&lt;br /&gt;er-ge, chloe and chantal will be coming too&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;lightbulbs&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;br /&gt;*knocks myself on my head*&lt;br /&gt;wadehell am i talking about? incest ah. grrr. we got same surname lor.&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;br /&gt;but he's such a great brother&lt;br /&gt;so sweet&lt;br /&gt;midnight show... so i guess still can go chill with shawn and gavin&lt;br /&gt;after ktv i mean&lt;br /&gt;like the last time!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so looking forward to friday now.&lt;br /&gt;1, KTV!!!&lt;br /&gt;2, movie date with my beloved cousins and sisters!!!&lt;br /&gt;3, DPD submission!!!&lt;br /&gt;woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;supposed to worry about other stuff&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll make myself dropped all other stressful thought just for that one day&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be fantabulous!&lt;br /&gt;weee~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg sleep...&lt;br /&gt;buona notte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and good luck Shawn!!! for your driving test.... i'm waiting to celebrate for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115393373327086004?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115393373327086004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115393373327086004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-da-ge-asked-me-out-haha-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115392178249734540</id><published>2006-07-26T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:49:43.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent the whole day at home today&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go for CSR seminar&lt;br /&gt;but felt like dying when i woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;head pain and spinning&lt;br /&gt;limbs weak&lt;br /&gt;hands shivering and shaky&lt;br /&gt;so i plopped right back into my bed&lt;br /&gt;and slept till 2pm in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;decided that i had to get started on my french project&lt;br /&gt;and DPD now have to do executive summary&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really feeling any better&lt;br /&gt;but oh well&lt;br /&gt;what to do?&lt;br /&gt;i still need to go back to DPD to do executive summary&lt;br /&gt;gotta be done by tonight&lt;br /&gt;just pray that french won't screw up&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i feeling any better?&lt;br /&gt;i can't say i am&lt;br /&gt;i still wanna watch the lakehouse with a special someone&lt;br /&gt;but will i get the chance?&lt;br /&gt;do i want that chance?&lt;br /&gt;if i get it, will i take it?&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually rather happy with leading my life as it is now...&lt;br /&gt;i can go out with my friends whenever i wish&lt;br /&gt;i can go out with my cousin whenever he asks me to&lt;br /&gt;there's no one i need to report to and account to&lt;br /&gt;but when the night falls&lt;br /&gt;and when all falls silent around me&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness sets in&lt;br /&gt;and i miss him so much&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115392178249734540?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115392178249734540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115392178249734540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/spent-whole-day-at-home-today-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115383679035767318</id><published>2006-07-25T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:13:10.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had business enterprise presentation today&lt;br /&gt;it was ok&lt;br /&gt;not fantastic&lt;br /&gt;but we were relieved at the end of it&lt;br /&gt;before i go on,&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to apologise to all my groupmates&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i made quite a number of mistakes in the report that i submitted&lt;br /&gt;though it's too late for regrets now&lt;br /&gt;but i'd like to say that i really am sorry&lt;br /&gt;if my mistakes cause the group to lose precious marks,&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what i can do,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just sorry&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to intercontinental hotel for a seminar on corporate social responsibility in travel and hospitality today&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty insightful&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just disappointed that i had to leave early&lt;br /&gt;and miss the most interesting part of the seminar...&lt;br /&gt;tmw, no school&lt;br /&gt;means i'll probably be there the whole day&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it's not boring&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday...&lt;br /&gt;ktv!&lt;br /&gt;with gavin and shawn&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;so many songs i wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;gavin, you better not pang-seh us wor&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam timetable's out&lt;br /&gt;25th august &amp; 30th august&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;br /&gt;so far apart&lt;br /&gt;rozy sayang... we go study together?&lt;br /&gt;*muackz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was actually in a pretty good mood after presentation at 1pm this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tired. exhausted. lethargic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still happy nonetheless cos main projects are almost over&lt;br /&gt;but seeing you,&lt;br /&gt;i was sent right back to gloom-land&lt;br /&gt;not cos i dont wanna see you&lt;br /&gt;but cos i cant say anything to you&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know if i should acknowledge you&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;truly&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it's my own doing&lt;br /&gt;i have no one else to blame but myself&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult for everyone to understand&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps even you cant understand&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you understand... u just cant accept&lt;br /&gt;is that it?&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to see you and pretend not to see you&lt;br /&gt;especially upon seeing my fellow groupmate seem to rise to heaven when she saw her 'him'&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;at the exact same moment,&lt;br /&gt;we drifted off to our own little world...&lt;br /&gt;and they are worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;one's called happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;one's called desolation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i to do?&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna walk away&lt;br /&gt;but i cant&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i really think i wanna run away from my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;isnt it the simplest way out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;the easiest solution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;no doubt the most cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;but when i'm not around, i wont be able to hear what others say about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night,&lt;br /&gt;gave up my comfy bed for my dear brother cos he said he want to sleep my bed&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;i slept on the floor&lt;br /&gt;and that made my sinus problem worse&lt;br /&gt;and gave me the most horrible of headaches for the whole day&lt;br /&gt;till now&lt;br /&gt;hopefully tonight he stays put in his bed&lt;br /&gt;now, 3 of us are sleeping in the same room&lt;br /&gt;the room that is already too small for 2 grown up girls,&lt;br /&gt;now has to accomodate the little master of the house&lt;br /&gt;so from now on,&lt;br /&gt;cannot study late into the night in the room with music and lights on&lt;br /&gt;cannot talk late into the night freely on the phone&lt;br /&gt;cannot turn on the light when i wake up early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;can't even do my makeup properly&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;and every so often at night,&lt;br /&gt;have to wake up and make sure that 'his royal highness' is well-covered with his blanket&lt;br /&gt;cos kids like him, love kicking the blanket off himself&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;annoying&lt;br /&gt;and have to keep my ears tuned for his calls,&lt;br /&gt;in case he's thirsty and what not&lt;br /&gt;even in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;no matter how tired i am&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;and he snores!&lt;br /&gt;goodness&lt;br /&gt;now i have to bear with 2 persons snores&lt;br /&gt;used to be just one&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm lamenting and bitching like crazy&lt;br /&gt;but ultimately,&lt;br /&gt;i still love him&lt;br /&gt;*snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;read through some of your old blog entries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;just for the sake of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and for the sake of old times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i realised something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;entries had names of everyone else but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;september 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;was an important month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and there was nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;was there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;actually... come to think of it... i think there was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;guess you removed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shant question it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;details of what movies you watched with others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but none where it mattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;only negative posts had me as a subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what's past is past i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;something i'll never do is remove my memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;or pretend they dont exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i treasure all of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we're just different... arent we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i wish you happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ignore me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115383679035767318?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115383679035767318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115383679035767318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/had-business-enterprise-presentation.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115374838624724514</id><published>2006-07-24T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:39:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one down, two more to go&lt;br /&gt;had Organisational Behavior project presentation today&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, it's business enterprise&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;and the next 2 days, i've got a seminar to attend&lt;br /&gt;should i miss ticketing&amp;reservation class for the seminar?&lt;br /&gt;i'll be then missing the session on Eco-tourism,&lt;br /&gt;as well as one on The Importance of Tourism &amp;amp; the Need for Sustainable Growth&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;i did a presentation on these 2 topics just last friday&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;should i go for it and boost my knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;or go for ticketing&amp;reservations class?&lt;br /&gt;next week got another test for it...&lt;br /&gt;and i swore to do my best and work hard for it&lt;br /&gt;tmw's lesson should be rather important&lt;br /&gt;should i?&lt;br /&gt;or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;headache&lt;br /&gt;life is indeed full of choices&lt;br /&gt;and every choice is as tough as the other&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna lose sleep again tonight&lt;br /&gt;just like i have the past week&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to sleep every night&lt;br /&gt;and it's affecting me in everyway&lt;br /&gt;my throat is gving me trouble&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are tearing constantly and blurring my vision&lt;br /&gt;i cant concentrate on anything&lt;br /&gt;and i got a hell lotta work to do that i cant seem to get started on&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;so much on my mind&lt;br /&gt;you, you, you and more you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it&lt;br /&gt;why cant i make my life be about me?&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;why is it so impossible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115374838624724514?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115374838624724514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115374838624724514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-down-two-more-to-go-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115366702962930067</id><published>2006-07-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:03:49.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to east coast park for dinner today&lt;br /&gt;with mum, dad, chloe, chantal &amp; drago.&lt;br /&gt;all that was on my mind was the last time i went to east coast park&lt;br /&gt;and that was with you.&lt;br /&gt;rollerblading, cycling and chilling&lt;br /&gt;the times we spent&lt;br /&gt;were heavenly and will be remembered&lt;br /&gt;our first and only seaside sunset was there&lt;br /&gt;and it's a picture that will be etched deep in my mind for a long long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;the whole duration of the dinner,&lt;br /&gt;that was all that was on my mind&lt;br /&gt;like the Jay Chou song,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna return to the past&lt;br /&gt;try to keep you in my embrace&lt;br /&gt;but like you said,&lt;br /&gt;i wore you out...&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna continue doing so&lt;br /&gt;sorry for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how these adults can act the way they do&lt;br /&gt;one moment, they are cuddling and making out with other men at a club.&lt;br /&gt;the next, they are playing frisbee at the beach with their husbands and children&lt;br /&gt;they dont even show a hint of guilt when they come face to face with one of those other men&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how they do it&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i ever can make myself do it.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;here's a short piece of poetry written for me by my dear friend shawn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sometimes in life we encounter stuff, that make us feel that we've had enuf.&lt;br /&gt;these phases whether gd or bad, we shouldn't really feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;there'll always be a better tomorrow, we must not drown ourselves in sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;remember all the gd times spent, because they're all actually god-sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;it's really sweet of you and i appreciate it =)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a really really busy week coming up&lt;br /&gt;hope i can get through it unscathed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someone save me from my disillusioned world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115366702962930067?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115366702962930067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115366702962930067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-to-east-coast-park-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115364023013786436</id><published>2006-07-23T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:37:10.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something Like You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I thought I held it in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But just like grains of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love slipped through my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So many nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I asked the Lord above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Please make me lucky enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To find a love that lingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Something keeps telling me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That you could be my answered prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You must be heaven sent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cause something happens when you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I forget to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Something happens when you kiss my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My knees get so weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Could it be true this is what God has meant for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cos baby I can't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That something like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Could happen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Something like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I feel your fire burn (feel your fire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All your secrets I will learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Even if it takes forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can do anything (can do anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't care what tomorrow brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As long as we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My heart is telling me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That you could be my meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know it more each time we touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Something magical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Something spiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Something stronger than the 2 of us alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Something physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Something undeniable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nothing like anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That I've ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;that was how i felt&lt;br /&gt;but oh how wrong was i&lt;br /&gt;it was never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;a mistake right from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;a naive thought on my part...&lt;br /&gt;then, it was indeed magical&lt;br /&gt;but feelings can be deceiving at times&lt;br /&gt;they do not mirror the truth and the reality&lt;br /&gt;the weak knees, are mere illusions&lt;br /&gt;my answered prayers were even greater illusions&lt;br /&gt;all it did was make me fall&lt;br /&gt;so hard..&lt;br /&gt;harder than i ever have before.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think of you&lt;br /&gt;i think of everything&lt;br /&gt;the good &amp; the bad&lt;br /&gt;the forgettable &amp;amp; the unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;the magical &amp; the disillusional&lt;br /&gt;the spiritual &amp;amp; the physical&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know what i was wrong about&lt;br /&gt;is it really a crime to love?&lt;br /&gt;if so, i have been duly punished.&lt;br /&gt;the prosecution should rest its case now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115364023013786436?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115364023013786436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115364023013786436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-like-you-so-many-times-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115358019418204200</id><published>2006-07-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:56:34.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate myself for being so weak&lt;br /&gt;i hate my tears for not listening to me&lt;br /&gt;why am i crying again?&lt;br /&gt;what for?&lt;br /&gt;what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;does it help anything?&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;i think my dark eye rings are not from getting not enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;it's probably from crying too much and rubbing too hard when i wipe the tears off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate to quarrel with you&lt;br /&gt;it really hurts&lt;br /&gt;everytime we speak,&lt;br /&gt;i cry&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;why is it i have to love you so much?&lt;br /&gt;if i don't, it wouldnt hurt&lt;br /&gt;and i'd be numb to all this pain&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is taking a massive toll on me&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;love/relationships&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;project&lt;br /&gt;finances&lt;br /&gt;health&lt;br /&gt;i feel like giving up on everything&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to be going right for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell people to be satisfied with what you already have&lt;br /&gt;cos only then you'll know how lucky you are indeed&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;is there anything for me to be happy about?&lt;br /&gt;anything for me to be satisfied with?&lt;br /&gt;seriously?&lt;br /&gt;my family's a mess&lt;br /&gt;my love life is... well... a worse mess... a total failure in fact.&lt;br /&gt;school's ok... but not doing as well as i should be&lt;br /&gt;projects... are a disaster... looking at the horrendous emails being sent around and i feel like crying all over again.&lt;br /&gt;finances... well... my bills are all overdue again&lt;br /&gt;health... feeling sick on and off... weather maybe... or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just be happy that i'm alive and well&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of being alive and unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;i rather not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a saturday night...&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;i'm letting my tears flow freely...&lt;br /&gt;what a sad sad life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115358019418204200?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115358019418204200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115358019418204200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-myself-for-being-so-weak-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115350876407778530</id><published>2006-07-22T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T03:06:04.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ms Quah returned my APEL portfolio to us today&lt;br /&gt;and in mine, she offered some wonderful advice that seemed to hit bull's eye&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;"There is a saying: we juggle many balls in our life. All the balls are elastic except the one that represents family is made of glass. We can drop the rest and they will bounce back but if we drop the glass ball, it will never be the same. It may crack or break and be gone forever."&lt;br /&gt;wonderful, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;it's so so true...&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2.47 am&lt;br /&gt;and i just got home&lt;br /&gt;went out with my 'da ge' (big brother, but not exactly... he's my direct cousin... same surname)&lt;br /&gt;said he wanted to bring me to Devil's&lt;br /&gt;not really into clubbing anymore,&lt;br /&gt;but didnt wanna pass on the chance of spending some time with him&lt;br /&gt;so went to his shop at Sim Lim Square to look for him,&lt;br /&gt;then went to Bugis to eat sushi with him&lt;br /&gt;chatted quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;then we walked to a karaoke pub behind Raffles Hotel where his friends were waiting&lt;br /&gt;only there, i found out that those friends know daddy too...&lt;br /&gt;they always go out drinking together&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;guess the only reason why i was there was cos daddy's away in bangkok for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;didnt really drink much&lt;br /&gt;mainly cos i dont really wanna drink&lt;br /&gt;then me and da ge left for devil's bar first as his friends were still waiting for more people&lt;br /&gt;da ge had membership so could get in free, even without checking id&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden, change of plans.&lt;br /&gt;thumper.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr&lt;br /&gt;but one of the guys came over to drive us there&lt;br /&gt;so it wasnt that bad&lt;br /&gt;thumper... well... older crowd, rather good live band, super duper packed&lt;br /&gt;and his friends were all 30+ year olds&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i was like a little girl&lt;br /&gt;but then again, they actually thought i was at least 22 years old&lt;br /&gt;and that da ge was my bf&lt;br /&gt;cos he was holding my hand and all... the place was crowded and he had to take care of me&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;he's so wonderful to me&lt;br /&gt;the way those people drink their Johnnie Walker Black Label, is scary.&lt;br /&gt;6 people. 5 bottles. 2.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;like wadehell lar&lt;br /&gt;and no one was drunk&lt;br /&gt;da ge decided to send me home at about 2am&lt;br /&gt;and when we left, they were STILL drinking&lt;br /&gt;crazy idiots&lt;br /&gt;anyway... he was so sweet to send me all the way up to my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;even though it was already so late and he would have to catch another cab&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;a bf like that would be nice&lt;br /&gt;but a brother like that, is the bestest!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i love him =D&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;monday, he and my 2nd brother will be coming over for dinner&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can make it back in time to have dinner with them&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;i'm shagged out&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;my legs are aching from the heels and the standing and the occasional spurts of dancing&lt;br /&gt;gonna go sleep&lt;br /&gt;tmw, is another project chionging day&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao&lt;br /&gt;buona notte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115350876407778530?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115350876407778530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115350876407778530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/ms-quah-returned-my-apel-portfolio-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115341064753836829</id><published>2006-07-20T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:27:58.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>supposed to have a post uploaded yesterday night but seems like blogger screwed up and didnt post it.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;all i have to say about seeing Jolin Tsai in real life at Zouk is just this:&lt;br /&gt;attitude, diva, super fake big boobs, her dance is not that fantastic, she's not as pretty as we all thought.&lt;br /&gt;that's all&lt;br /&gt;if u want details,&lt;br /&gt;come and ask me yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna say too much and kenna curse by her loyal fans&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i dont think she has much loyal fans locally&lt;br /&gt;that night, only a small contingent of about 10-plus fan club members came.&lt;br /&gt;and they were from m'sia&lt;br /&gt;so yah&lt;br /&gt;u get the point&lt;br /&gt;but still, i must say that i still like her songs very much&lt;br /&gt;just like jay chou, i love their songs&lt;br /&gt;but i dont like their personality or their image.&lt;br /&gt;so let's just appreciate them as singers and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;submitted Organisational Behavior and Business Enterprise reports yesterday&lt;br /&gt;so 2 down, and many many more to go.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly think that i suck big time as a leader&lt;br /&gt;those who are aware of what happened and how my group members got into a shouting match,&lt;br /&gt;u'll know why i say that.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;though i admit i didnt handle the situation all that well&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe how bad it is...&lt;br /&gt;it's as though all the efforts i put into the project are all wasted&lt;br /&gt;and not appreciated&lt;br /&gt;in a lousy lousy mood now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;so very very tired&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning&lt;br /&gt;my skull is splitting&lt;br /&gt;my ears are ringing&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are teary&lt;br /&gt;my limbs are jelly&lt;br /&gt;my bones are aching&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;but there's still so much to be done within this weekend&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna watch Pirates of the Carribean!&lt;br /&gt;i know everyone says it's lousy and all&lt;br /&gt;but i still wanna watch it...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;no one to watch with&lt;br /&gt;everyone else watch already&lt;br /&gt;and next week there's The Lakehouse, The Lady in the Water, etc...&lt;br /&gt;and next friday i wanna go ktv...&lt;br /&gt;gavin? shawn? and who else?&lt;br /&gt;sign up now!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy..&lt;br /&gt;and i still owe my dear older brother (cousin actually, but he treats me like his little sister) a dinner...&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hate my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115341064753836829?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115341064753836829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115341064753836829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/supposed-to-have-post-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115333547137501611</id><published>2006-07-20T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T02:57:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to Jolin Tsai's showcase mini concert at Zouk this evening with Shawn&lt;br /&gt;got alot of comments and opinions&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;as usual&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so sleepy and shagged out&lt;br /&gt;just finished my business enterprise proposal&lt;br /&gt;so i shall tell you all about it tmw ok?&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i forgot to bring camera.&lt;br /&gt;so no pics&lt;br /&gt;dont cry.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really regret not bringing my camera.&lt;br /&gt;cos nothing to take&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;more of the lowdown tmw!&lt;br /&gt;good night all...&lt;br /&gt;2.54 am&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115333547137501611?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115333547137501611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115333547137501611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-to-jolin-tsais-showcase-mini.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115322798633827251</id><published>2006-07-18T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:06:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alas...&lt;br /&gt;i got a &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt; for my ticketing&amp;reservations test.&lt;br /&gt;i got a shock when i saw my grade honestly&lt;br /&gt;i never expected to do that well...&lt;br /&gt;for one, i missed the 2 lessons before the test&lt;br /&gt;and those 2 lessons just so happened to be the most important for the test.&lt;br /&gt;for two, i didnt go back to school to practise during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;so the test itself was the first time i was doing an actual transaction on amadeus&lt;br /&gt;all i did was follow what the book said.&lt;br /&gt;without even being sure what i was doing...&lt;br /&gt;when she said that a whole lot of people failed and did very badly, i freaked out&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;guess all that means is that i'm damn good at following instructions...&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;and i have to really thank ms ivy tan for moderating the grades&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how the moderation affected me but it probably helped a little&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'll work hard for my next 2 tests&lt;br /&gt;i will i will i will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;guess it's a season for second chances&lt;br /&gt;even 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th and umpteenth more chances&lt;br /&gt;deuxieme, troisieme, quartieme, cinqieme, sixieme, ...&lt;br /&gt;ok i know that previous line was random&lt;br /&gt;anyway, why i said that is because mummy has forgiven daddy&lt;br /&gt;at least that's how it seems to be&lt;br /&gt;she's smiling, talking and helping him iron his clothes again&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing huh&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that she's given him more than enough 2nd chances,&lt;br /&gt;she's not given up yet&lt;br /&gt;if i were her, i really dunno if can do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;my family's technically complete&lt;br /&gt;but happy?&lt;br /&gt;only time can tell&lt;br /&gt;now it's our turn to try forgiving him&lt;br /&gt;despite all that he's done to hurt me and us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that i seem to be living double lives&lt;br /&gt;in public and in private&lt;br /&gt;in front of my friends and in front of my family&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;so tiring...&lt;br /&gt;someone save me from this sad sad life of mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115322798633827251?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115322798633827251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115322798633827251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/alas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115315101955352875</id><published>2006-07-17T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:43:39.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rushed home in a cab this evening&lt;br /&gt;cos mummy msged me on msn while i was having my group project meeting, to tell me that daddy wants to take her out to dinner but he wanted to bring Drago along.&lt;br /&gt;i was so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;if he wanted to talk to her and solve their problems, why bring my pesky little brother along?&lt;br /&gt;they wont be able to have the good talk they need.&lt;br /&gt;so i said i'll rush home and take care of bro.&lt;br /&gt;"tell daddy to leave him at home. i'll be back in awhile."&lt;br /&gt;spent $7 bucks to cab home&lt;br /&gt;and btw, cabbing home from TP used to be only $4!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got home in like 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;showered him, left him in the room to watch cartoons cos he said he didnt wanna have dinner until 6.30, and i went to take my own shower.&lt;br /&gt;was pretty hungry already so made him come out for dinner at 6.15&lt;br /&gt;fed him, while trying to eat my own meal... irritating little brother refused to eat the vege i cut into his bowl. had to pick my way around the vege. bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;brought back memories of how i used to babysit him every single day when he was still a little infant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;mummy had to work and i was still in sec 1... i'd go home every afternoon straight after school and take care of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;make milk, feed him, change his diapers, bathe him, entertain him and make him sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so i think i'll make a good mum! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;how many girls my age can say that she's babysit an infant for so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i even took him out to orchard on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;travelled via bus and mrt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;he couldnt even walk then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;then ate longans with him... he said he knew how to peel the skin himself so refused my help&lt;br /&gt;so cute... his fingers no strength, had to use his teeth and he kept squirting the juice all over me and himself&lt;br /&gt;wash up the dishes, did the laundry and watched tv while making him do his spelling corrections&lt;br /&gt;he spelled 'very' as 'vaey'&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;finally dad and mum came back about half an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;then now i can get started on my project stuff&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do...&lt;br /&gt;but guess my priorities have to be set straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i swore that i'll give up anything for my family... and i love my brother more than anything in the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it stems from ever since mum got pregnant with him i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mum couldnt sleep everynight cos of backache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so i massaged her back every single night, kneeling on the floor beside the bed, until i hear her soft snores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;only when i'm sure she's asleep, then i'll tiptoe back to my room to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sometimes it takes less than half and hour, other times i can be kneeling there for 2 or more hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that's despite me having school early the next day and all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;every checkup mum had, i went with her&lt;br /&gt;so i literally saw my bro grow from a pea-sized creature till the big boy he is today&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, you tell me,&lt;br /&gt;who do i love more?&lt;br /&gt;mum or bro?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;both.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;mum and dad came home looking pretty normal&lt;br /&gt;so i hope it really is normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;as much as i want a complete family, i want mummy to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if daddy cannot make her happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i hope one day i can make it all up to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i love you mummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115315101955352875?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115315101955352875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115315101955352875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/rushed-home-in-cab-this-evening-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115305634014867184</id><published>2006-07-16T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:25:40.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno what's gonna happen now&lt;br /&gt;ah ma says if mummy and daddy cannot get back together, she will leave this family...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i love granny&lt;br /&gt;and i was raised by her&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to see her leave us&lt;br /&gt;and she's already 70 years old&lt;br /&gt;but how can i expect mummy to forgive daddy?&lt;br /&gt;the last time it was 12th june, my birthday&lt;br /&gt;we all decided to give him another chance&lt;br /&gt;and we almost got back to our happy life...&lt;br /&gt;dinners, watching tv together, going out, etc&lt;br /&gt;barely a month&lt;br /&gt;and he's back at it.&lt;br /&gt;how to trust him?&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;what a dilemma&lt;br /&gt;like what i told ziyang,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes what adults do, we cant control&lt;br /&gt;and most of the times, when adults make mistakes, it is us children who suffer the consequences...&lt;br /&gt;daddy makes the mistake, and it's the 4 of us that loses our complete family and now, i'm facing the prospect of losing my dearest granny...&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life&lt;br /&gt;to the core&lt;br /&gt;daddy says i have to bear some of the blame for what has happened&lt;br /&gt;do i?&lt;br /&gt;what did i do?&lt;br /&gt;the reason why this is happening is because he is looking to fulfil his desires&lt;br /&gt;what's it got to do with me?&lt;br /&gt;someone gimme an answer please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115305634014867184?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115305634014867184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115305634014867184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dunno-whats-gonna-happen-now-ah-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115302193132868793</id><published>2006-07-16T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:52:11.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it happened again last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;or rather early this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the whole family fast asleep except for daddy who was still watching tv in the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i was in the midst of a very good dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;woke up in shock to the screams of mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she was calling out "mummy!!!", referring to my grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;daddy's mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;first thought was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;'shit. what happen to ah ma?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i ran out of the room with chloe, and saw ah ma run out with chantal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i looked at the kitchen, and saw daddy fighting mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;he was grabbing her wrists and strangling her at her throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;with brute force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;never in my 19 years of life have i seen daddy using violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;massive quarrels yes. but never has he used his hands before. on any of us in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i tried to defend her and he came towards me with his fists raised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shouting "fuck you!" and "fucking bitch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and mind you, that's my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the one who says that among all my siblings, he loves me the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if it wasnt for ah ma who stopped him, i'll probably be in the hospital by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i was made to go into my room and lock the door so he wont come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i sobbed uncontrollably into my chloe's arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what was i to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;seeing mummy's wrists all red from daddy's grabbing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i just felt like punching him in the jaw and wake him up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i was no match for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i dont wanna disclose what he did that sparked the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's disgusting to even think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cannot keep their dicks where they're supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;in their pants and at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;how can that be a legitimate reason to betray your wife and family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;how can that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and he said to ah ma that it was because of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;because i am not the daughter he wants me to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what do i have to do with his ridiculous libido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;as a woman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i have utterly zero respect for him and i feel so so strongly for mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;as a daughter... i'm just very disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;very very disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;seems like i was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my family is indeed breaking into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;millions and millions of unretrievable shards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i love mummy so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i loved him just as much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i knew that he loved me but he was just not able to expressed it outright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;he loved us in his own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but his way was one we couldnt accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the constant scolding, the harsh words, the lack of care and concern...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i dunno what to do now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i hate him for what he did to mummy and what he almost did to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i also love him because fundamentally, he's my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i want a complete family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;one that's happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;one where we can go out for dinners every weekend together like before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;one where there is warmth when i return home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;one that my little brother can grow up happily in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;one that in years to come, i know i can depend on to turn to when things are not going smoothly for me out there in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but right now, hopes of it seem really really dim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'll never forget that scene: one moment he had his hands around mummy's throat, the next moment he's vehemently denying that he did nothing wrong. and saying that he deserves better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i woke up this morning, seeing mummy clear drago's toybox... throwing away 5 big bags of toys... and i dunno what to say or think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my mind's in a whirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;one part of me says mummy deserves better than the treatment she's getting from her husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the other part of me dont want them to split...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nothing good's gonna come out of it for the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ah ma's gonna suffer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she work so hard for us in the family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i love her like nothing else in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and she's too old to have to go through this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i wish i can forgive him soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what else to do or say...&lt;br /&gt;supposed to complete my issues presentation by today...&lt;br /&gt;but it's gonna be a tough one to accomplish...&lt;br /&gt;cant even focus on anything...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;now you tell me... how can i possibly be in the mood to talk about love and relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the disillusion doesnt stem only from myself... but also by whatever's going on in my family right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mummy also gave her all and devoted 20 years of her life to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but in return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what did she get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a husband who seek women from outside to satisfy his primal desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yes, argue all you want that it's just man's nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and some might even say that mummy's in the wrong by making a mountain out of a molehill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;some might say a wife's responsibility is to make sure that her husband is happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and if it means that he's happy with flirting outside, as long as he comes home at the end of the day, the wife should close one eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i say 'fuck that'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;balls to you if you're one of those shallow beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a wife is still human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a wife is to be loved and cared for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;not to be betrayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;seems like he's right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it really doesnt pay to devote so totally when the other party doesnt reciprocate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someone please save me from this sad sad life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115302193132868793?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115302193132868793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115302193132868793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-happened-again-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115296904603234664</id><published>2006-07-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:10:54.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>celebrated joce's birthday at hard rock cafe this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;had fun&lt;br /&gt;and hoped she enjoyed herself...&lt;br /&gt;after the celebration, the guys wanted to go arcade while the girls go shopping&lt;br /&gt;i dont like arcades and i dont really like shopping either.&lt;br /&gt;and since gavin had to leave, we left together with siok too&lt;br /&gt;had to give the guys some girl advice so that he gets the correct type of gift for his gf&lt;br /&gt;it's a special day today&lt;br /&gt;hope she likes the gift that we picked out for her:)&lt;br /&gt;she's a lucky lucky girl...&lt;br /&gt;wish them happiness...&lt;br /&gt;and i took the train all the way to boon lay&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;super far&lt;br /&gt;but gavin drove me all the way back to tampines so it was ok&lt;br /&gt;he had to go TP anyway&lt;br /&gt;and i transferred car to his&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lucky... got chauffeur&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;we were gonna head for dinner when he told me about his mum's bday&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;i made him send me home and take his mum to dinner instead&lt;br /&gt;but he's leaving tmw... so to go out the last time, we're gonna go for dessert and drinks later&lt;br /&gt;so now,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just waiting for him to finish dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still havent done my DPD issues presentation&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna be dead&lt;br /&gt;tmw have to 'pia' the whole day le&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;but i'm in a good mood today&lt;br /&gt;and i think it has alot to do with spending time with my dear friends and having gavin to talk to&lt;br /&gt;someone even said i seemed happier today&lt;br /&gt;honestly, there was a part of the day out when i felt like my mood was turning pretty gloomy&lt;br /&gt;and it stemmed from seeing siying-goldfish and caiyun-victor so happy and xing fu together&lt;br /&gt;so envious&lt;br /&gt;if only i can be that happy too&lt;br /&gt;and knowing gavin is happy... i feel happy for all of them&lt;br /&gt;but cant help feeling a little out of sorts too...&lt;br /&gt;but luckily he told me that they also do have their problems...&lt;br /&gt;and he gave me alot of advice...&lt;br /&gt;made me happier&lt;br /&gt;but still... the heart still hurts time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i still stand by my old belief that EVERYBODY DESERVES TO BE LOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;listened to a song on itunes last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the essence of it is: to be loved is happiness, to love is torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i never announced this before&lt;br /&gt;what i wanna say is i'm sick and tired of studying about the hospi and tourism industry&lt;br /&gt;it's still my passion&lt;br /&gt;but i have no interest whatsoever in furthering my studies in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;instead&lt;br /&gt;if i do go to a university to further my studies&lt;br /&gt;i wanna major in either social sciences or something like literature&lt;br /&gt;the other part of my interest&lt;br /&gt;i might even consider mass comm&lt;br /&gt;cos of my interest in journalism&lt;br /&gt;writing, journalism and reading...&lt;br /&gt;those are my other passions&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i wanna graduate soon&lt;br /&gt;tired of poly life... 3 years... so long...&lt;br /&gt;only thing i'll miss is my friends&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone will be going separate ways and opportunities to meet up will be pathetically little&lt;br /&gt;and i dread internship&lt;br /&gt;although it'll probably be interesting and will be over in a jiffy&lt;br /&gt;but it still means another half year of this crap&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someone pull me outta this sad sad life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115296904603234664?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115296904603234664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115296904603234664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/celebrated-joces-birthday-at-hard-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115290300243506049</id><published>2006-07-15T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:50:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno what i'm doing here blogging&lt;br /&gt;when i can barely see through my overflowing tears at what i'm typing&lt;br /&gt;talking to my dear friends just now was satisfying&lt;br /&gt;and brought back so many memories&lt;br /&gt;so much was put into perspective&lt;br /&gt;and it breaks me to pieces to really recognise all the silliness i've been displaying&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to lose all hope in myself and my relationships&lt;br /&gt;although i still believe in true love, i think i'm becoming truly disillusioned about it&lt;br /&gt;not until i meet the one who's right for me, will i learn to give my all again&lt;br /&gt;the risk is too high&lt;br /&gt;the pain is too great&lt;br /&gt;though to him, and the people around him, i will be seen as the one who didnt want and the one who gave up... the one who let him down.&lt;br /&gt;but others cant possibly tell how bad i'm hurting inside...&lt;br /&gt;Gav touched my heart just now, when he said that he worries for me when he sees me down...&lt;br /&gt;i dont want people around me to worry...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i'm really just such an emotional person&lt;br /&gt;never in my life have i been put through a test like this&lt;br /&gt;and i cant say if i really made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems to be the best option&lt;br /&gt;everything's gonna be really tough now&lt;br /&gt;there's so much i need to get over...&lt;br /&gt;i've never been afraid of love and relationships before.&lt;br /&gt;never.&lt;br /&gt;not even after all that crapshit i've been through&lt;br /&gt;2 violent boyfriends who beAt the crap outta me when they're unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;a psychotic boyfriend who attempt suicide just because i had to go to school and couldnt accompany him.&lt;br /&gt;then there are the ones who cheat on me, the ones who 'loved' me only for physical satisfaction, etc... some are overlapping each other's traits.&lt;br /&gt;after every failed relationship in the past,&lt;br /&gt;i've always come out stronger than i was before&lt;br /&gt;and i never lost my faith - that there is still true love in this world.&lt;br /&gt;i've always had the confidence in myself in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;but now,&lt;br /&gt;i cannot be so sure of it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;i've never had this weird feeling tugging at my heart before... and instinct tells me that it's fear...&lt;br /&gt;fear of falling in love again...&lt;br /&gt;not just falling in love simply... but really falling so deep that i devote more than i ever have and not knowing how to draw myself up.&lt;br /&gt;i find myself asking the same question over and over again... "will i ever fall in love so hard and fast again in my life?"&lt;br /&gt;and i have no answer to it now...&lt;br /&gt;i used to be able to vehemently say YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;now all i wanna do i learn how to stop crying!&lt;br /&gt;i believe i can fdo it ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;dreams. do they really come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i read somewhere that lives, are woven out of dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;without dreams, life becomes meaningless and pointless to live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i agree wholeheartedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i admit that i'm a dreamer... but afterall, i am a girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;and which girl doesnt have a dream somewheredeep inside her heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i've got losts of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;most might never come true, some might while others might just fade into the background in my life as time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great great day today&lt;br /&gt;mainly because i had the company of 2 good friends&lt;br /&gt;gav and shawn&lt;br /&gt;ktv was super duper fun&lt;br /&gt;3 persons and we got to sing the songs we like and mike-hog all we want&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and dinner was fulfilling too&lt;br /&gt;at redhill&lt;br /&gt;spend 3 hours at the hawker centre&lt;br /&gt;just sat and chitchatted all the way&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;really missed those days when we spent so much more time together&lt;br /&gt;missd talking to both of them!&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;arrividrerci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115290300243506049?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115290300243506049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115290300243506049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dunno-what-im-doing-here-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115280854233201855</id><published>2006-07-14T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:35:42.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Congratulations! You are our lucky winner in the CLEO/Stella Stella Promotion. You have won for yourself a Stella Stella voucher, worth $20."&lt;br /&gt;and make a guess which issue was this from?&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER 2005.&lt;br /&gt;like huh?&lt;br /&gt;abit late right?&lt;br /&gt;now i have to go down to The Arcade to collect my 'gift'... period between 11-25 July.&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;so sian&lt;br /&gt;actually, this is the 3rd or 4th time i've received a letter from CLEO mag&lt;br /&gt;so lucky right?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;the only mag that i ever get gifts from.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos i'm their namesake.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;the best one was 2 tickets to a DXO party earlier this year but i had to give it a miss cos of another D&amp;D.&lt;br /&gt;now i cannot even remember what the Stella Stella vouchers are for.&lt;br /&gt;so inefficient.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;i remember once when i was reading a CLEO mag, at the page where they interview contestants for their CLEO cover girl search,&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself..."i should go join. and when they ask that standard question of 'why do you think you can be a CLEO cover girl?', i would simply say 'well, my name is cleo. i am who you are. why not?'"&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not making sense but i'm so super tired&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;last night slept at 4am&lt;br /&gt;now my eyes can barely keep open&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go on with my issues presentation powerpoint but i'm ready to give up&lt;br /&gt;so annoying&lt;br /&gt;cannot even focus my eyes on the comp screen&lt;br /&gt;wasted my time going for meeting today... 2 hours of meeting and NOTHING got done&lt;br /&gt;and when i say nothing, i really mean nothing. nought. zero. empty.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr&lt;br /&gt;that was followed by another 2 hours of slacking&lt;br /&gt;but at least had shawn to talk to so not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;we entertained each other at Mensa&lt;br /&gt;btw, i still think the image of you eating the bone marrow of the veal shank is utterly gross&lt;br /&gt;and the corn!&lt;br /&gt;my gawd.&lt;br /&gt;*gawk*&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i'm blabbering&lt;br /&gt;good night....&lt;br /&gt;pray that i dont see work and words in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;unlike Chloe, who dreamt of maths equations the whole night while preparing for her o'level math papers.&lt;br /&gt;muahahah&lt;br /&gt;that was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;cos she woke up hysterical and scared that she would fail just like she did in her dreams&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;nut case.&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;i really need to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao&lt;br /&gt;au revoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonne nuit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115280854233201855?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115280854233201855'/><link 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meeting at 12 noon&lt;br /&gt;how how how?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;tonight no need to sleep already&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm supposed to finish the OB article analysis too!&lt;br /&gt;grr....&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna die&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i was this bad at organising my time&lt;br /&gt;i never had this problem before?!&lt;br /&gt;how how how?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;at this rate, my hair's all gonna fall out sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;edna says all i need is to find one day to dedicate purely to my project work&lt;br /&gt;and i think she's right&lt;br /&gt;that's what i've been doing the past few semesters&lt;br /&gt;but this time round, no time!!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;at least 16 hours of chionging&lt;br /&gt;if i could do it before, i sure can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;so please everyone,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i MIA on sunday ok?&lt;br /&gt;do me this lil' favour of leaving me alone&lt;br /&gt;msg me if anything crops up but dont blame me if i delay my replies&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get this all over and done with&lt;br /&gt;thank god ms ong says we can submit our issues presentation draft by monday instead of this friday&lt;br /&gt;so i can use sunday to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had a pretty nice day today&lt;br /&gt;woke up to a coool rainy weather&lt;br /&gt;headed to bugis for breakfast at coffee bean before my appointment&lt;br /&gt;nice, but the toast i ate had a tad too much cheese.&lt;br /&gt;within 10 min, i was making a beeline for the ladies&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;that's what i call lactose intolerant&lt;br /&gt;or rather, stomach's so sensitive that i cant eat so much dairy products!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but i enjoyed myself&lt;br /&gt;headed back to TP for DPD lecture at 2 pm&lt;br /&gt;borrowed 5 books from the library for research purposes and lugged them all the way home&lt;br /&gt;no particular good or bad mood...&lt;br /&gt;just... stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;i think people who know me well will know how i'm like when i'm stressed&lt;br /&gt;so if i offend anyone, please do not take it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;i definitely dont mean what i did or said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... gotta get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;had to vent my frustrations abit to relieve the stress.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i need an iPod shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;so many songs on my laptop's iTunes but cannot listen without my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;oh well... ciao ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115271279330661282?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115271279330661282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115271279330661282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/arghhhh-im-going-crazy-with-eco.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115262813311316331</id><published>2006-07-11T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:28:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>important clarification: I DID NOT FAIL MY FRENCH TEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;the real reason why i had to re-take my french listening test is kinda complicated and confidential.&lt;br /&gt;but for the record, i got full marks for my original test.&lt;br /&gt;and to remove all doubts that i didnt achieve that based on my own abilities,&lt;br /&gt;i volunteered to take a re-test with Jerome&lt;br /&gt;and i got full marks again.&lt;br /&gt;it proves something doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;actually, only proves that i can understand minimal simple content but it's good enough at this level.&lt;br /&gt;the only saving grace of having to stay back so late and wait the whole afternoon away was the eventual full marks i got, and the knowledge that Jerome knows me by name! haha. so much for not knowing the students you dont personally teach. it's a plus point that he's pretty good looking. i know it's a sinful thought but there's nothing wrong in appreciating a person right? and he's nice. from what i see so far in any case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still havent got back my results for ticketing&lt;br /&gt;cos someone in our batch hasnt taken the test. despite being 2 weeks late.&lt;br /&gt;how duperly irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;the whole world has to wait for 'her royal highness'&lt;br /&gt;grrrr&lt;br /&gt;i so wanna know how i did&lt;br /&gt;ms. tan says alot of people failed&lt;br /&gt;despite her major moderating&lt;br /&gt;our class got a few&lt;br /&gt;good, compared to the rest of the classes where many many more failed.&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;now i'm getting scared&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for lesson next tuesday&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why i'm actually looking forward to ticketing class&lt;br /&gt;it's boring otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's not my interest, although it's pretty easy for me to understand the contents.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of projects&lt;br /&gt;and everything else&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do&lt;br /&gt;i havent even bought my apel portfolio and i need to submit by this week&lt;br /&gt;and all i'm doing is slack my days away&lt;br /&gt;and going out&lt;br /&gt;got things on friday and saturday&lt;br /&gt;gotta sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;why why why&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember being as stressed out before&lt;br /&gt;shittified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop blogging&lt;br /&gt;at least not so often&lt;br /&gt;spend more of the time on work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115262813311316331?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115262813311316331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115262813311316331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/important-clarification-i-did-not-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115252420744664087</id><published>2006-07-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:36:47.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm sitting at Jupiter's cafe in school&lt;br /&gt;the weather so nice and windy&lt;br /&gt;and i'm waiting for 6 pm to go for French re-test.&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;br /&gt;had barely 2 hours of sleep last night cos of the annoying world cup final match&lt;br /&gt;came for organizational behavior lecture at 9 am in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;so disciplined right?! amazing...&lt;br /&gt;supposed to then have tutorial at 12 nn&lt;br /&gt;but only when we went up to the room then we saw the notice pasted on the door that our class is postponed.&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;like wadehell are we gonna go now?&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to have our group meeting&lt;br /&gt;with 2 members absent nonetheless, but it still had to be conducted&lt;br /&gt;finished up pretty quickly cos everyone was like half dead&lt;br /&gt;ended up at Jupiter's by about 2 pm&lt;br /&gt;and i've been here ever since&lt;br /&gt;and it's 4.32 on my comp's clock now....&lt;br /&gt;if i knew, i'd have just gone home on a cab&lt;br /&gt;but a cab damn ex now lor... price hike once again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so shagged&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didnt have to do the French re-test.&lt;br /&gt;plus the weather is so duper conducive for sleeping... no sun, lotsa wind and cool temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna snuggle up in bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again,&lt;br /&gt;we met each other.&lt;br /&gt;without acknowledgement.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if it's by choice or not...&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should have known it would be like that&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt have had my hopes so high up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking in the mirror earlier in the ladies,&lt;br /&gt;i realised i look quite... haggard...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what i was that gave me that idea&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's something else&lt;br /&gt;i miss the radiance i was once proud of having&lt;br /&gt;what's happening?&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, i cant seem to go anywhere without the whole powder and blusher deal&lt;br /&gt;when i used to be able to go out confidently with just concealer for my dark eye rings&lt;br /&gt;i need to do something about it&lt;br /&gt;romance is not in the books it seems...&lt;br /&gt;so that leaves exercise, enough beauty sleep and less stress on myself&lt;br /&gt;but how?&lt;br /&gt;no time no time no time!&lt;br /&gt;24 hours a day is not enough&lt;br /&gt;especially if i wanna have at least 9 hours of beauty sleep a day.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just the lack of romance&lt;br /&gt;"girls in love and the most beautiful and radiant ones"&lt;br /&gt;or so they say (loosely translated from mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;sorry folks... i sound like i cant stop lamenting about everything huh?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;excusez moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some quotes from Glamour magazine from men:&lt;br /&gt;"women who eat are sexy" - indeed. that's why i eat the way i do when i can. don't stare at me like i'm a freak when i eat my heart out. and stop making me feel guilty for not rapidly putting on weight no matter how much i eat. it's in the genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"our friends' approval counts" - is that why? so i see... it's just a guy thing. no wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"some men just need time" - dont date a man because of how successful you think he's going to be. date him because you like who he is now. in the end, it's what's on the inside that will make him successful or not. if he has that drive, fire in his eyes, help him cultivate it... and be patient. (i'm sorry i realised this only now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always believed that to be a better boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;all guys should make it a regular habit to read through girl mags like Glamour, Cosmopolitan, Cleo and Female.&lt;br /&gt;not the trashy and pointless ones of course.&lt;br /&gt;get them from mum, sis or girlfriends...&lt;br /&gt;every girl reads at least once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, every self-loving girl who is determined to be well-educated about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, to be fair to the opposite sex,&lt;br /&gt;girls should make an effort to try to understand guys by reading more about their thoughts&lt;br /&gt;but then again, guy mags dont really say much about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;i tried it before.&lt;br /&gt;so i thank myself for buying mags like Glamour USA because they frequently feature comments and quotes from the opposite gender...&lt;br /&gt;argh... but i still fail in that subject. Men 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; k la... i'm not making sense already... gonna go study for my french test.&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115252420744664087?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115252420744664087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115252420744664087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/stupid-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115245901311917031</id><published>2006-07-09T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:30:13.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;had an enjoyable weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you said i seemed happier this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i hope you're right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cos somewhere deep inside, my heart aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you and i both know the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know there are things you wanna say to me and ask me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but you held back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nevertheless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;thank you for everything you've ever done for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and also for everything you're still doing for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'll cherish all these moments we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;for as long as it takes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nothing else we can do right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;there's so many things waiting for me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;service ambassadors&lt;/strong&gt;... got a whole load of documents that i need to do up all because i lost the entire SA folder from my thumbdrive... it crashed along with every single file in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;destination p&amp;d&lt;/strong&gt;... PBL stuff, issues presentation, etc... and i've barely started on my issues presentation... deadline? end of this coming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;organizational behaviour&lt;/strong&gt;... gotta do the article analysis for the group PBL project... asap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;business enterprise&lt;/strong&gt;... proposal need to rush, wine list need to develop, etc... deadline? also by end of this coming week. PLUS about 7 or 8 reflections to do... these are not normal reflections by the way. you need research. extensive research. goodness gracious me. argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;french...&lt;/strong&gt; project need to complete within the next week or so, need to practise real hard for oral test. i so dont wanna get a C+ for french like i did for Jap just cos i didnt put in enough effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;all these are just a fraction of the stuff awaiting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;these are the tangible stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what about all the rest on my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the intangible crap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the things that i cant shake off no matter how hard i try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;things like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;whom i miss like crazy but cannot do anything about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm so scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so scared that i wont be able take all this any longer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but no one could probably understand it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;even if you understand, what can you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;like i always tell my mum: so what if i told you my problems? what can you do? can you make it all go away???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i dunno if you still read my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i dunno if i still want you to read my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's a conflicting thought i know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so many things i wanna say... such that i now dunno where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i sometimes wish i can turn back time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to the times we were happy together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i try to tell myself that maybe i can just forget everything unhappy in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just so that i can be happy with ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i get reminded of the fact that i chose solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;even though it doesnt suit me in any way... i admit i fail as a lone figure in this road of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the coldness and the aloofness is killing me... but it's the price i have to pay for making stupid decisions and wanting to stick by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i shant say anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i've said so much along the same lines the past few days that i think people are getting bored of reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;even i realise that i should be getting pretty bored of saying the same things over and over again... but i am not... surprisingly huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my head hurts like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i've still gotta catch the world cup finals between france and italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;may the better team win... i have no idea how to pick a winner in this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i wanna sleep my pain away... but i cant seem to will my eyes to shut themselves up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115245901311917031?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115245901311917031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115245901311917031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/had-enjoyable-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115228365312034634</id><published>2006-07-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:18:52.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, had a pretty nice day.&lt;br /&gt;morning went for boring DPD tutorial&lt;br /&gt;then Cal sent us to RITS at TAS for lunch&lt;br /&gt;3-course meal for $7!!!&lt;br /&gt;super cheap&lt;br /&gt;but portions also super small&lt;br /&gt;ate with 2 Shawns ;p, Gavin, Cal, Emilyn and Ming Shan (dunno if spell right or not, haha)&lt;br /&gt;had a pretty enjoyable time chatting and catching up with the lecturers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and next week - 5-course fine-dining for $7 ONLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we've booked for 10 pax so whoever wants to join feel free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and we'll bring our own wine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;muscato anyone???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;muahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, headed down to Orchard to meet Edna&lt;br /&gt;on the way, saw Amanda heading to Heeren to work&lt;br /&gt;love her new style... so grunge.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;accompanied her to Topshop and she bought some clothes&lt;br /&gt;talked alot on the way&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to find somewhere to chill and talk&lt;br /&gt;ended up at Holland V again&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;initally planned to go Essential Brew but thought of taking a walk and seeing if there's anywhere else we can go eat and chill.&lt;br /&gt;ended up at 211 rooftop terrace cafe&lt;br /&gt;pretty nice place&lt;br /&gt;lots of greenery and all that stuff&lt;br /&gt;but the weather was a little warm cos it was still sunny when we first got there&lt;br /&gt;the food quite ok but a bit on the expensive side&lt;br /&gt;anyway, took a whole bunch of photos, chit-chatted and ate a pizza each&lt;br /&gt;well actually i had 2 slices left and she only ate 2 slices&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;amazing&lt;br /&gt;like damn waste money and food huh?&lt;br /&gt;missed the feeling of talking to her so much...&lt;br /&gt;hope you get well soon k gurl?&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be supporting you!&lt;br /&gt;then i took a cab back home cos i was so lazy to travel all the way&lt;br /&gt;but when i reach my block, i tried to pay with the only piece of cash i have - $50&lt;br /&gt;and the uncle refused!!!&lt;br /&gt;he said he dont wanna take big notes&lt;br /&gt;in the end i had to call Chantal to bring small change down for me&lt;br /&gt;so irritating&lt;br /&gt;end up mummy found out i took cab and nagged at me&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;br /&gt;not that i didnt have money lor!!! the idiot *****&lt;br /&gt;grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;when we got to the rooftop terrace cafe,&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly thought of the few times when we walked past the cafe together&lt;br /&gt;but always gave it a miss cos of the prices of the food&lt;br /&gt;but the ambience was quite nice and romantic&lt;br /&gt;wish we actually tried that place at least once together&lt;br /&gt;then the images that came through my mind was of those times when we walked inside the Holland Village Shopping Centre... the small shops we walked by, the one or two times we walked through Cold Storage together...&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;Holland Village always brings back bitter-sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;then there was Swensen's, where we ate together before we got attached... with Cal and Gavin i think&lt;br /&gt;and Crystal Jade, where we ate together and i will never be able to forget that you loved the food there&lt;br /&gt;when i got into the cab, images that flood through my mind were of you putting me into a cab to go home... how you'd open the door for me and first check and see if the uncle looks decent.&lt;br /&gt;so much more i can think of... just in that area alone...&lt;br /&gt;but seems like there's no more point in recalling it...&lt;br /&gt;glad to see that you seem to be moving along pretty well&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to pretend not to see you when i see you...&lt;br /&gt;but i guess that's what they call 'necessary evil'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much emotions in me and i dunno how to deal with them&lt;br /&gt;every other hour i get the temptation to pick up the phone and dial that number on my speed-dial but i never do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know i cant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i shouldnt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so i wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does this have to happen all the time?&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my constant battles of the heart vs the mind.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks&lt;br /&gt;i'm so jealous and envious of the people with wonderful partners and untroubled relationships.&lt;br /&gt;how do they do it?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something i lifted of the website called cleopatra.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"If her nose had been 1 cm shorter, world history might have been different."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The most beautiful woman in history...Cleopatra~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cleopatra was the most splendid person in ancient Egyptian history,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;who led the world history by her nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her beauty and elegance saved Rome by bringing great Roman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;heroes such as Julius Caesar and Antonius to her knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Being a brilliant woman, she could speak ten different languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She was truly the woman who had both beauty and ingenuity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Many women in the world admire her and they want to be as beautiful as her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intriguing huh?&lt;br /&gt;ever since i learnt of my namesake, i started reading about her history and it is so interesting to know...&lt;br /&gt;and how different we are... i admire her but i dont think i can ever be like her...&lt;br /&gt;not even close&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just dont want to?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;crappy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1096/1659/320/P1080463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1096/1659/320/P1080468.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115228365312034634?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115228365312034634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115228365312034634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-had-pretty-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115219703681334597</id><published>2006-07-06T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:55:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dear cousin says love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, and he wears it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;is it true?&lt;br /&gt;is love really so simple?&lt;br /&gt;if it was really the case, then i say i cant even keep track of the times he's shown his love for me.&lt;br /&gt;even edna thinks that if 2 persons love each other, nothing should stop them from being together.&lt;br /&gt;but i still think there is really such a thing called 'not emotionally ready for a relationship'...&lt;br /&gt;or am i just finding a lame excuse for myself?&lt;br /&gt;if what i see is meant for my eyes, here's the answer to your question: no, no-one said it was gonna be easy. but no-one said it was impossible either. and no, i'm not enjoying the ride. to everyone else, it may seem like i am enjoying it fully... but it's killing me...&lt;br /&gt;i'm just hoping that one morning i can wake up and be rejuvenated, feeling as though the night's sleep has killed all the monsters in me.&lt;br /&gt;so much has changed in me ever since the incidents of the past few months&lt;br /&gt;ever since i knew you, had you, gave up on you, found you and lost you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;never in years of dating, have i lost so much sleep and hurt so much over a single relationship.&lt;br /&gt;does that tel me something?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno... if it is, i need someone to show me.&lt;br /&gt;ti voglio bene...&lt;br /&gt;mi dispiace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing edna said just now really touched my heart...&lt;br /&gt;she said she wants to get better... so that she can comfort me the same way i comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt want to just be a listening ear... she wants to be able to help me.&lt;br /&gt;i love her for that...&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm really really fortunate...&lt;br /&gt;i have wonderful friends like Edna and Rozy, who listens to everything i say and who tries their best to help me out of my troubles...&lt;br /&gt;thank you girls... for not judging, for not abandoning and for listening... i love you both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to a certain someone out there&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know that i'm speaking to you...&lt;br /&gt;the assurance you give me, that you'll always be there no matter what happens, is what keeps me going at times...&lt;br /&gt;when i feel that the whole world is going against me, i find comfort in knowing there is at least one person out there who will be on my side.&lt;br /&gt;i know it seems selfish of me... what i'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;and i also know i'm maybe being very unfair to you...&lt;br /&gt;but i really dunno what else to do and how to handle the things that are happening between us...&lt;br /&gt;the unconventional relationship between us is amazing but at the same time, a terrible enigma within itself. one which drives me crazy at times just thinking about it...&lt;br /&gt;sei affascinante.&lt;br /&gt;'nascondre' or 'correre'?&lt;br /&gt;'piangere' or 'ridere'?&lt;br /&gt;or simply 'credere'?&lt;br /&gt;'sorridere' can be the hardest thing to do sometimes. when you just cannot do it from the bottom of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;E una bella giornata&lt;br /&gt;but it's as dark as midnight inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrivederci...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115219703681334597?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115219703681334597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115219703681334597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-dear-cousin-says-love-is-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115211838982312503</id><published>2006-07-06T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T01:18:36.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;can someone out there tell me how people deal with hurt and pain?&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna know how most 'normal' people out there deal with those mixed-up and pent-up emotions in them...&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think i know,&lt;br /&gt;i get messed up all over again.&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not in any kind of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;not in the literal sense at least...&lt;br /&gt;but somewhere within the depths of my heart, it's slowly dying...&lt;br /&gt;i know how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;but i also know i have to learn how to ignore those feelings...&lt;br /&gt;because it won't only affect me... it'll affect the other party too.&lt;br /&gt;especially if i take any actions without first letting it go through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;does anyone have idea at all?&lt;br /&gt;how much it hurts to have to ignore those overwhelming emotions and act as though nothing is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling of having to pretend i dont see my heart, when it's killing me inside and standing right in front of my face in real life.&lt;br /&gt;"these foolish games are tearing me apart."&lt;br /&gt;and so Jewel sang.&lt;br /&gt;am i really just playing foolish games?&lt;br /&gt;or am i really doing what i need to do?&lt;br /&gt;it's times like this when i'm confused all over again.&lt;br /&gt;i begin to have doubts about what i'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;but i know it's too late for doubts and regrets.&lt;br /&gt;so, i shall continue on this path...&lt;br /&gt;i must learn to deal with my emotions and keep it under control...&lt;br /&gt;"one should always govern over you emotions; not let your emotions lead you by your nose"&lt;br /&gt;it's probably just another passing phase... a period of adjustment...&lt;br /&gt;like i told a friend of mine who came to me for advice: "maybe you dont miss her... you just miss the companionship. the feeling of having someone close by your side, knowing that the other person feels the same way too."&lt;br /&gt;maybe it applies to me too?&lt;br /&gt;i hope it does...&lt;br /&gt;i cant deny that i'm pretty happy with my life right now... at least nothing is devastatingly wrong...&lt;br /&gt;everything's so peaceful on the surface&lt;br /&gt;i'm having personal time and space,&lt;br /&gt;i'm having more time and efforts in building up my friendships with people i neglected to really appreciate in the past&lt;br /&gt;i'm having more time for my family&lt;br /&gt;i also have more time to do my school work.&lt;br /&gt;but can i really focus on those?&lt;br /&gt;not really... though i try really hard.&lt;br /&gt;being reminded of my feelings so many times in a day, is not fun. definitely not fun. it's in fact, painful. extremely.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what the hell is wrong with me too&lt;br /&gt;now i just hope for school to be over...&lt;br /&gt;hope that with me being busy with my internship, it'll take my mind of other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll help if i dont have to see him so constantly.&lt;br /&gt;will it?&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;the heart vs the mind.&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not gonna draw you back into my personal battlefield. i'm not so silly.&lt;br /&gt;so... leave me be and soon i'll wake up...&lt;br /&gt;i know i will... cos i know i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh and before i go, tonight's match-up - France vs Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zidane vs Figo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Viera vs Deco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ribery vs Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Henry vs Pauleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Barthez vs Ricardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hot stuff eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a pitch of 22 extremely talented players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what will it ultimately boil down to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Domenech vs Scolari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scolari, we all know who he is. the man who led Brazil to World Cup victory 4 years ago in S.Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Domenech? yes i hear you. who the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yet, it is down to these two men... may the cleverer man win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the portuguese team would be likely to have been instructed to attack with all their might. after all, a good attack is the best defence. and for that to work, players like Deco, Costinha, Figo and Ronaldo have to be at their very very best. both physically and techically. the defence would have to hold their fort and cover the tracks of their attacking teammates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the french will most definitely be attacking with lots of caution. ball control, flicks of magic and visionary play would be the mission of the night for the french players. in Zidane, Viera, Malouda, Ribery and Makelele, they've got older, experienced midfield players who are also oozing with flair and class. in Gallas, Thuram and Sagnol, they've also got solid defensive forts who have proven capable of withstanding the constant pressure from the 6-men Brazilian attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm foreseeing an extremely exciting match with both sides playing beautiful attacking football. and just like we saw against brazil, france is capable of fairplay and maintaining the balance between friendship, fairness and competition. let's hope portugal can do it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;they dont have a good disciplinary record this year and with players like cocky ronaldo, i think the football they play can be very disgraceful. with all that talents, they should play with their capabilities and not with their mind games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm boldly predicting a 3-1 win for france. for these oldies to teach both ronaldo and scolari a lesson in life - arrogance does not pay. and playing fair is the best way to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115211838982312503?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115211838982312503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115211838982312503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-someone-out-there-tell-me-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115203027543003718</id><published>2006-07-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:24:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IQ quiz&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q 1: What are the 3 steps to put an elephant in a fridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;br /&gt;Step 1, open the fridge door.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2, put the elephant in.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3, close the fridge door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q 2: What the 4 steps to put a giraffe in the fridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;br /&gt;Step 1, open the fridge door.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2, take the elephant out.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3, put the giraffe in.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4, close the fridge door.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you read above might not be anything new to most of you.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i know it's a pretty old joke&lt;br /&gt;but here's a new and interesting way to look at it -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the fridge is just like your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and the elephant is the hurt inflicted by a past relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;in the 1st scenario, you opened your heart to the relationship and ultimately got hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and when the relationship came to an end, most people would close the door to your heart, trapping the hurt in there and closing off everything else from it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but sooner or later, the 2nd scenario would have to be played out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the giraffe represents the possible new love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and the only way you can allow it into your heart for it to fill it to the brim, is to open your heart first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then the most important step is to take the elephant out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that's the only way to make space for the new possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;finally, if you want this to be everlasting, close the door to everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;let the new love fill your and not let anything else intrude on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i making sense?&lt;br /&gt;by the way, some people might find this a tad familiar, and that's probably cos you watched the same chinese show as me.&lt;br /&gt;a grandfather told this to a little girl who was harbouring intense hatred for someone else, but there was a slight difference in the analogy. he used the elephant to represent hatred and the giraffe to represent love. apply it in the same way and you'll see that it can also make alot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm posting this for the benefit of some people out there, who doesnt have the privilege of understanding the meaningful and profound chinese language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, another point i wanna bring out is that there is a 1,000,001 ways to interprete a single action, incident, scenario or sentence.&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, it boils down to how YOU want to view it or interprete it.&lt;br /&gt;look at it the wrong way and you make yourself miserable.&lt;br /&gt;look at it positively and constructively, you make your life a happier one to lead.&lt;br /&gt;who agrees with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are really just abstract and ideological ideas... it's definitely easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, you've just gotta to constantly remind yourself that there's no other way.&lt;br /&gt;and in life's journey, you're not allowed to stand at the same spot - neither progressing forward nor turning back&lt;br /&gt;whenever you find yourself stuck in a puddle of mud or lost at the crossroads,&lt;br /&gt;tell this yourself and you'll find yourself moving on sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;because you'll then know that you HAVE to decide on a route for the next part of your journey.&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to know what step to take next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm starting to go round in circles.&lt;br /&gt;gotta watch Germany play Italy later on at 3 am&lt;br /&gt;so i think i better go sleep awhile now...&lt;br /&gt;i'd hate to fall asleep during the match.&lt;br /&gt;i'm predicting a 1-1 draw, and italy winning on penalties. but just barely.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115203027543003718?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115203027543003718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115203027543003718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/iq-quiz-q-1-what-are-3-steps-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115175767944358701</id><published>2006-07-01T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:41:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning's interview was an eye-opener&lt;br /&gt;there were at least 500 people who turned up for the interview&lt;br /&gt;and no, as expected, i didn't make it past the first round&lt;br /&gt;reason being i was put in a group with many 20plus-year-olds&lt;br /&gt;and they went with those who could start immediately instead of me&lt;br /&gt;cos i said i'm still studying and can only officially join early next year&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll just have to go back after i graduate in February next year&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i knew i should expect this result&lt;br /&gt;but still a tad bit disappointed nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i actually felt like i was at some Miss Universe audition or something&lt;br /&gt;so many girls!&lt;br /&gt;all shapes and sizes&lt;br /&gt;some tall, some short&lt;br /&gt;some slim, some plump&lt;br /&gt;some really gorgeous and pretty, some really normal looking&lt;br /&gt;some young and some old&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing that made the difference was the number of guys as well&lt;br /&gt;so many&lt;br /&gt;but only a handful are good-looking&lt;br /&gt;and most are actually even shorter than i am&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;the standards of SQ nowadays&lt;br /&gt;even my aunt, mum and friends also say that SQ standard of girls getting lower and lower&lt;br /&gt;so sad&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should try the JAL application?&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really like their uniform&lt;br /&gt;i still want the kebaya!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but then again, JAL pays in US dollars... hmmm... good money =D&lt;br /&gt;oh well... better to think about this later on this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be doing pretty well for my French class in school&lt;br /&gt;better than i did for Jap last semester at the very least&lt;br /&gt;but there's this one thing i definitely have to do&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn Italian and/or Spanish&lt;br /&gt;i love their language&lt;br /&gt;and it'll be of obvious advantage no matter where i go in future with my career&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a knack for languages, just as i do for mathematics&lt;br /&gt;so i wanna do it while i'm still young and not waste time&lt;br /&gt;had a brief encounter with the Italian language when i was working in Brek Ristorante&lt;br /&gt;and i loved it alot&lt;br /&gt;so graceful, sexy and musical&lt;br /&gt;it may seem alot like French, but i can assure you that it's a much more beautiful language than French is.&lt;br /&gt;Spanish, is just really interesting and useful&lt;br /&gt;many countries nowadays speak Spanish&lt;br /&gt;well... i'll just have to make time&lt;br /&gt;oh and before i forget, driving!&lt;br /&gt;way overdue&lt;br /&gt;time to get started&lt;br /&gt;but it'll still have to wait till i start earning my own keep&lt;br /&gt;or else how to pay for lessons?&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight,&lt;br /&gt;England vs Portugal&lt;br /&gt;England is definitely talented enough to beat the depleted Portuguese squad&lt;br /&gt;but it will ultimately depend on how adventurous Eriksson will be&lt;br /&gt;and knowing him, he'll just be hard-pressed to take the boring way out&lt;br /&gt;a Portuguese side without Costinha and Deco and a not-fully-fit Cristiano Ronaldo, serves to benefit the England team&lt;br /&gt;if only Eriksson knows how to fully utilise the wondefully talented attacking duo of Frank Lampard and Steven Gerrard&lt;br /&gt;with Gary Neville back to full match fitness, it will definitely provide the team's right flank with a much-needed boost&lt;br /&gt;no one else can communicate better with Beckham than with his oldest pal&lt;br /&gt;the right flank now needs Beckham to attack freely without a backward glance&lt;br /&gt;and with Gary Neville as a solid backup behind him, he'll have no fear to go forward&lt;br /&gt;in defence, it seems as though a Campbell-Ferdinand partnership will be more effective in cutting out the threats from Ronaldo and Luis Figo&lt;br /&gt;and for goodness sake, if he starts Rooney as the lone striker again, i'll just tear my hair out in despair...&lt;br /&gt;as his coach, he should know very well that this striker of his cannot operate effectively as a lone attacker up front&lt;br /&gt;he needs a partner like Owen... not even Crouch can do as a good a job.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish he took Jermaine DeFoe together with him to Germany instead of untried players like Theo Walcott.&lt;br /&gt;youngster like him should first start with the Euro 2008 tournament before bringing them to the World Cup&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;but it's all too late now&lt;br /&gt;guess he'll just have to make do with Crouch&lt;br /&gt;my prediction?&lt;br /&gt;England should be able to win in the very difficult match&lt;br /&gt;3-2 is a very optimistic prediction&lt;br /&gt;but i'd say be prepared for a penalty shootout and england should win marginally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil vs France&lt;br /&gt;hell of an exciting match to be expected&lt;br /&gt;i cannot say who will win&lt;br /&gt;so, this will be the first match that i will refuse to make a prediction&lt;br /&gt;but i'll boldly say that i'm expecting a Germany-Brazil final come 9th July&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115175767944358701?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115175767944358701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115175767944358701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-mornings-interview-was-eye-opener.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115168055743557627</id><published>2006-06-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:15:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to go for the SIA interview this weekend&lt;br /&gt;so, question now is saturday or sunday?&lt;br /&gt;if saturday, i can get it over and done with and can stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;but it would mean that i have to go early in the morning on my own to take passport-sized photo before making my way down to Raffles the Plaza&lt;br /&gt;if sunday, mummy will be free to accompany me&lt;br /&gt;then i'll have some form of support from her&lt;br /&gt;since she's the one who is constantly encouraging me to go for this...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching Argentina play Germany in the quarter-finals now&lt;br /&gt;rocky start for both sides&lt;br /&gt;and all i see is the ball ping-ponging from end to end of the pitch&lt;br /&gt;without much of the beautiful game being played&lt;br /&gt;i support Argentina, but i can't help but feel that Germany will not lose this game&lt;br /&gt;oh well, we'll see in the next hour or so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115168055743557627?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115168055743557627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115168055743557627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-decided-to-go-for-sia-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115160844969314614</id><published>2006-06-30T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T03:14:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before i enter slumberland&lt;br /&gt;i've got this sudden urge to recount my most memorable birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one i'll never forget is my 14th birthday&lt;br /&gt;my birthday, like this year, was on a monday.&lt;br /&gt;i was in my very first relationship at that time, and very much in love&lt;br /&gt;or so i thought...&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of the school holidays, i had lots of free time on my hands and wanted to spend it with my first special someone.&lt;br /&gt;so the sunday before my actual birthday, the 11th, i had a great time out with my boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;spent an entire day out together and it felt like the best birthday i've had in ages.&lt;br /&gt;i was a happy girl essentially...&lt;br /&gt;sadly, the euphoria didnt last for long.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, a day after my birthday, i received a call from someone i didnt know&lt;br /&gt;and the essence of the conversation was basically him telling me how my boyfriend was out with another girl on the friday before, and how he was making out with that same girl the next day, saturday, at her home. and he had the cheek to celebrate my birthday for me the very next day. what nerve!&lt;br /&gt;at that time, i felt like the world just came a-crashing down on me&lt;br /&gt;what was i to do?&lt;br /&gt;confront?&lt;br /&gt;eventually, i did. but all i got was vehement denials for weeks and weeks on end&lt;br /&gt;the pain and the hurt that you experience when you've been cheated on, is so immense... especially when you put all faith in your partner and it's something so least expected.&lt;br /&gt;and the least i had hoped from him was honesty and remorse.&lt;br /&gt;but none came...&lt;br /&gt;it was the worse sort of birthday gift any girl can ever ask for&lt;br /&gt;and that was what i go for my 14th birthday&lt;br /&gt;from my first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next in line would have to be this year's 19th birthday&lt;br /&gt;if you've read my blog recently, i think you'd know the reason one&lt;br /&gt;it was spent in misery at home&lt;br /&gt;with no significant mention of my birthday by either of my parents&lt;br /&gt;no happy birthday, a pathetic cake only because my baby brother insisted on one, and no nothing from them.&lt;br /&gt;there was a time when mummy used to buy me cards and write me sweet little messages on them... like she knew i was a soccer fan and she bought me a card with the picture of a girl kicking a soccer ball. in it she wrote:"no matter how old you are, you'll always be my little girl"&lt;br /&gt;so simple but so treasured&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame her, but i cant help but feel the way i feel too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year's birthday was one i enjoyed too&lt;br /&gt;18 years old&lt;br /&gt;the only cake and birthday song i got was from my beloved group mates&lt;br /&gt;angela, shawn, gavin and alvin&lt;br /&gt;we were at the 10 dollar ktv when they conspired to go get cakes for me&lt;br /&gt;i was really touched by it&lt;br /&gt;and i really miss those times we shared&lt;br /&gt;chionging projects, singing at the ktv, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year before&lt;br /&gt;17 years old&lt;br /&gt;the only cake and birthday song i got was from my lovely colleagues at work&lt;br /&gt;when i was still at Kovan Minitoons&lt;br /&gt;we were about to leave the outlet after closing cos it was already 11 plus at night&lt;br /&gt;when they shut off all the lights and brought out a cake&lt;br /&gt;it was heartwarming&lt;br /&gt;till today, i cannt forget those folks i worked with...&lt;br /&gt;the ones who took care of me like i was their sister and daughter&lt;br /&gt;the manager who had faith in me and trusted my abilities so completely&lt;br /&gt;the person who kept me company when i was down and eventually broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;so many memories in one place.. that night was the happiest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact,&lt;br /&gt;i cant even remember the last time my family bought a birthday cake or even truly celebrated my birthday for me&lt;br /&gt;i think ever since i was 12, mum and dad decided that i was too old for birthday cakes already&lt;br /&gt;so it just abruptly stopped&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, is anyone ever too old for birthday cakes?&lt;br /&gt;it would mean so much more to be from them, instead of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;but the weirdest thing?&lt;br /&gt;my sis chloe still get swensens' cake every single year, till now, when she's already 17.&lt;br /&gt;seems as though she never can get old enough huh?&lt;br /&gt;see shawn? that's what i meant by being the eldest child has pros and cons. you seem to grow up earlier and faster, in the eyes of your elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;next year, i'll be turning 20.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115160844969314614?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115160844969314614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115160844969314614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/before-i-enter-slumberland-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115160502259481248</id><published>2006-06-30T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T02:17:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time really flies...&lt;br /&gt;in less than 2 and a half more months,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be starting my internship at Treetops Executive Residences&lt;br /&gt;it's a great position, a great company and the best thing is one of my greatest girl-friends will be there with me... Rozy!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;only difficulty i'll definitely face is the mere $500 allowance each month&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be tough&lt;br /&gt;but i'll find a way through it&lt;br /&gt;i know i can&lt;br /&gt;and in a lil' more than half a year,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be graduating from TP&lt;br /&gt;with my precious diploma...&lt;br /&gt;and there goes my life as a full-time student&lt;br /&gt;it's like a dilemma, really.&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to graduating so that i can start working and start contributing significantly to my family&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to life outside of school&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;it's scary...&lt;br /&gt;i have no clear idea of what lies in store for me ahead&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;though i have dreams and goals,&lt;br /&gt;i think i still lack that crucial determination to work towards it&lt;br /&gt;for one, SIA will be holding interviews for cabin crew recruitment this weekend&lt;br /&gt;at Raffles The Plaza&lt;br /&gt;i'm itching to go for it&lt;br /&gt;but then again i'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;of what? i dont think i'm really sure of it either&lt;br /&gt;i know i have what it takes and most importantly i have the passion&lt;br /&gt;but what if?&lt;br /&gt;what if i dont make it?&lt;br /&gt;what if i make it but they are not willing to wait half a year for me to graduate before i can start?&lt;br /&gt;what if my dad pulls that same trick and stops me from going for it?&lt;br /&gt;all the what ifs...&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i tell myself that i should just take it as an experience...&lt;br /&gt;i can always try again after graduation if fate so decreeds&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;but what about my hopes to go to Australia to further my studies?&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not really possible because my grades are not fantastic enough for me to get scholarships or bursaries, and neither am i financially able to see myself through college&lt;br /&gt;but it's still a hope&lt;br /&gt;do i want to let go of it?&lt;br /&gt;for one, mummy is not very supportive&lt;br /&gt;because she knows that she cannot afford to send me there&lt;br /&gt;and she doesnt want to see me work my way through college if i really go over&lt;br /&gt;so how?&lt;br /&gt;guess the answer's quite clear huh?&lt;br /&gt;the logical and most realistic step to take is follow my dreams... join SIA... save up enough and complete my degree.&lt;br /&gt;so that brings me back to that same question - should i or should i not go this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;confused&lt;br /&gt;some people tell me not to think about it now... there's still time.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously? there's not much time...&lt;br /&gt;the 17 weeks at internship will fly by so quickly&lt;br /&gt;and before you even know it, it'll be 'bye-bye TP'.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not a person who can live my life not knowing what i'm working for&lt;br /&gt;in every part of my life&lt;br /&gt;it's just not me&lt;br /&gt;oh well... i have a whole day tomorrow to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;i had a nice time talking to a good friend...&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that it's really true when people say that talking about your troubles puts them in perspective and makes it clearer for you to see the issues that need to be tackled&lt;br /&gt;having someone to talk to about what's on your mind is the best way to lessen your own load&lt;br /&gt;i hope that i was of some help to you...&lt;br /&gt;at least i hope i managed to relieve you of some of your confusion&lt;br /&gt;i do know that i might not be able to give really good advice&lt;br /&gt;but i also know that i can be a good listening ear&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;all i can say now is&lt;br /&gt;what's done is already done&lt;br /&gt;you might not like how it has turned out but there's no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;not even yourself&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things that are unexplainable... especially when it comes to feelings&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not gonna be easy&lt;br /&gt;but you've gotta try to take things slowly and see how it goes&lt;br /&gt;i think we're both in a similar situation&lt;br /&gt;and i know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;but i'm also lost...&lt;br /&gt;irony right?&lt;br /&gt;but... what to do...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's gonna be your birthday soon and we'll be celebrating it for you so cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;all's not lost yet&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a hectic month or two ahead&lt;br /&gt;what with project submissions, portfolio submissions, presentations, tests and the final exams coming up...&lt;br /&gt;i probably won't be blogging so often&lt;br /&gt;but i'll try to keep you guys updated about my life...&lt;br /&gt;nights like tonight...&lt;br /&gt;especially when loneliness strikes&lt;br /&gt;and there's no one you can talk to&lt;br /&gt;despite having more than 200 contact numbers in my handphone phonebook&lt;br /&gt;and for me&lt;br /&gt;the best way to chase away the blues is to write&lt;br /&gt;write about anything that's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;that's why sometimes you see self-composed poetry, lyrics, emo pieces, crazy rantings and even boring, pointless entries&lt;br /&gt;and it's this sort of nights that make me reflect on what i've done with my life so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 years&lt;br /&gt;so much has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think of secondary school life in SCGS&lt;br /&gt;and am reminded of all the triumphs i achieved in both my studies and sports&lt;br /&gt;netball, basketball, tennis, badminton, gymnastics, cheerleading, softball, track and field, bowling and swimming, are just some of the sports i took part in and won medals and trophies for.&lt;br /&gt;then there is the countless numbers of talenttime competitions that involved singing, dancing and acting... we mostly won because i had a great class with amazing talents to work with...&lt;br /&gt;leadership roles such as peer support leader, literature peer mentor, etc were bestowed upon me and i relished them with great pride&lt;br /&gt;memories of how i got a rude awakening when i scored on 28/100 for my sec3 mid-year a.math exams and ended up working so hard that i scored a 98% for my final exams&lt;br /&gt;and i remember how i felt like an outcast in school early in sec1 because i was the only one from my primary school to go there and i knew no one... plus i couldnt fit into the majority of the girls because many are rich daddy's little girls who were pampered so badly i couldnt relate to them&lt;br /&gt;it was made worse by myself because i was in a way so painfully shy that i didnt dare to approach them to make friends&lt;br /&gt;things slowly changed... especially after i met people like Edna&lt;br /&gt;she helped me through all the times when the other girls who didnt like me started spreading hurtful rumours about me, and through all those times when i had no faith in myself at all...&lt;br /&gt;i hated my life in SCGS, but i guess i learnt alot from the girls there as well...&lt;br /&gt;and undeniably, i had an enriching experience.&lt;br /&gt;no where else would i have been able to participate in those 10 different forms of sports repeatedly over 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention poly life in TP&lt;br /&gt;hectic&lt;br /&gt;and the time just passed so suddenly&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when a whole group of us used to hang out together, chilling and bitching...&lt;br /&gt;started with Cynthia, Jay, Nat and Chris&lt;br /&gt;then joined Rozy&lt;br /&gt;we were a rather crazy bunch of people at that time and i really enjoyed those times spent together&lt;br /&gt;and now everyone's split... the only one left as a true friend to me is Rozy... whom i'm extremely grateful for and satisfied with ;)&lt;br /&gt;and over the semesters, i've found other great friends as well...&lt;br /&gt;you all know who you are lar right?!&lt;br /&gt;yes darlingS... you...&lt;br /&gt;and yes my nu-er... you...&lt;br /&gt;and yes to all the other guys and gals who made my poly life as fulfilling as it should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this last lap... will be tough cos i know i'm distracted and not focused&lt;br /&gt;but just like in a 4x100m relay, the anchor has the toughest job, but the most satisfying one too.&lt;br /&gt;all the efforts of the previous 3 runners will ultimately boil down to this final anchor lap runner&lt;br /&gt;make or break, it's all up to man and fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm beginning to ramble aimlessly... so guess i shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;it's 2.13 am&lt;br /&gt;and Mitch is still in the recording studio...&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;get some rest and please try to take care?&lt;br /&gt;seems to me you're working far too hard...&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;now, i shall try to get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;so that i can do more work tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115160502259481248?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115160502259481248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115160502259481248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-really-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115117291157683301</id><published>2006-06-25T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:15:11.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>despite all that's said and done&lt;br /&gt;solitude still beckons me to join its ranks&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;i think i've signed up to be a member of the solitude society&lt;br /&gt;singlehood...&lt;br /&gt;means freedom&lt;br /&gt;but can also mean loneliness&lt;br /&gt;means self-discovery&lt;br /&gt;but better not mean self-destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[self-composed... 2003]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Rounding the left corner of the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The cool evening breeze is in my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And the tears streamig down my cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Where's everybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Where are the smiling couples hand-in-hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Where are the giggling children playing catch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Where are the pimply teens acting like they own the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Where's everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I'm lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Can't find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Can't see where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Can't find my way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Where's me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;In the world I see myself in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;No-one's there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;No-one's there to pick me when I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;To comfort me when I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Where's everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I've rounded the left corner of the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The evening breeze is nowhere to be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And the night's as still as my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My tears are still streaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;When will it ever cease to flow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I wish for a huge torrent of rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;To mask my pain and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Where am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Where will I end up in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Who will I end up as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Journey to the Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heart don't fail me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Courage don't desert me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't run back now that we're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People always say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life is full of choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No-one ever mentions fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or how the world can seem so vast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On a journey to the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Somewhere down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I kow someone's waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Years of dreams just can't be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Arms will open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be safe and wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finally home where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well startign now I'm learning fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On this journey to the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Home. Love. Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was once a time I must have had them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Home. Love. Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will never be complete until I find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;One step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;One hope, then another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who knows where this road may go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Back to who I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On to find my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Things my heart still needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, let this be a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let this road be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let it lead me to my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And bring me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You may think you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But you'll never know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's as if I play a part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If I wear a mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can fool the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But I cannot fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;who I am inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;in a world where I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hide my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and what I believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I will show the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;What's inside my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And be loved for who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Why is my reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;someone I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Must I pretend that I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Someone else for all time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There's a heart that must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;be free to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That burns with a need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to know the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Why must we all conceal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;what we think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;how we fee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Must there be a secret me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm forced to hide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I won't pretend that I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;For all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;a new life&lt;br /&gt;a new start...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115117291157683301?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115117291157683301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115117291157683301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/despite-all-thats-said-and-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115083498707526436</id><published>2006-06-21T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T04:23:07.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate you&lt;br /&gt;how could you have did what you did, without giving a single thought for the people who love you so much, trusted you so much and needed you so much?&lt;br /&gt;how could you have possbly did what you did, and turned back to point your accusing finger at us?&lt;br /&gt;how could you blame us, for all the mistakes that you made?&lt;br /&gt;how can you say you love us when you can obviously neglect us for your own pleasure whenever you wish?&lt;br /&gt;how can you act like nothing is ever happening to us?&lt;br /&gt;how can you undermine and ignore her, when all she ever needs is your love and devotion?&lt;br /&gt;how can you?&lt;br /&gt;how could you?&lt;br /&gt;i hate you so very much... and only because i love you just as much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115083498707526436?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115083498707526436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115083498707526436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-you-how-could-you-have-did-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115063801574250919</id><published>2006-06-18T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:40:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a nice time out last night...&lt;br /&gt;caught Lindsay Lohan's Just My Luck at The Cathay in the evening&lt;br /&gt;followed by dinner at Chijmes&lt;br /&gt;The movie was funny, relaxing, not a very big deal but nevertheless a pleasure to watch&lt;br /&gt;at least it made me smile while watching the very cute male lead fall on his face&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, we took a walk towards Chijmes&lt;br /&gt;and ate our dinner at Bobby Rubino's&lt;br /&gt;cos he had a craving for something sinful and fatty&lt;br /&gt;Chijmes is now officially in football frenzy i must say&lt;br /&gt;huge big screens everywhere&lt;br /&gt;soccer fans everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and is it my imagination or has prices of food and drinks gone up as well?&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;just a little too bad that i wasnt with a hardcore soccer fan&lt;br /&gt;or else i would get to watch the Portugal vs. Iran match&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;sorry to girls like Siying da jie da =)&lt;br /&gt;instead of complaining of my guy neglecting me cos of World Cup, i think i would be the one neglecting my guy cos of it.&lt;br /&gt;we walked to Esplanade and up the bridge&lt;br /&gt;sat there to chill for quite a while before making our way home&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i enjoyed myself...&lt;br /&gt;didnt have to think of much so...&lt;br /&gt;thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching Japan vs. Croatia now&lt;br /&gt;at 12 mn, Brazil vs. Australia&lt;br /&gt;at 3 am, France vs. S.Korea&lt;br /&gt;so that means i wont be sleeping till 5am&lt;br /&gt;which also means, it's highly possible that i'll come back here to rant about the matches&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115063801574250919?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115063801574250919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115063801574250919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/had-nice-time-out-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115047127954222130</id><published>2006-06-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:21:19.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;Argentina just whacked Serbia&amp;Montenegro 6-0!!!&lt;br /&gt;amazing amazing match&lt;br /&gt;the teamwork between the Argentinians&lt;br /&gt;the instinctive passes they seemed to pull off without breaking a sweat&lt;br /&gt;the way they flooded the opponents part of the field during an attack&lt;br /&gt;i thought there were 20 players on the pitch instead of just 10 (excluding GK of cos)&lt;br /&gt;this team, i can admit that i hadly know most of the players first-hand&lt;br /&gt;but only because most are young, and not well-known.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, it's an exceptional squad&lt;br /&gt;so what if they're not famous?&lt;br /&gt;they play well as a team and that's the most important&lt;br /&gt;unlike Holland for example... who have great talented players but pathetic teamwork&lt;br /&gt;and i think i got a new footbaling idol - Lional Messi!&lt;br /&gt;he's a mere 18 years of age&lt;br /&gt;i've heard all the hype about him since months ago&lt;br /&gt;but i never did put any thought to it cos i never really see him in full action at top form&lt;br /&gt;till today&lt;br /&gt;his touches, runs and passes showed footballing maturity beyond his years&lt;br /&gt;came on as a sub, created the 5th goal and scored the 6th&lt;br /&gt;and at other times, he probed endlessly at the opponent's defence, showed great skill on the ball and vision to be at the right places at the right times&lt;br /&gt;is it any wonder why Maradona claims that this precocious young talents will be his successor as the icon of Argentinian football?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it's a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;especially at the world cup&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;on hindsight, is this a sign?&lt;br /&gt;that for Serbia&amp;amp;Montenegro's matches, we should all bet on "Total goals: 6" at the S'p pools?&lt;br /&gt;vs Holland, it was 4-2 to the dutch&lt;br /&gt;and now vs Argentina, 6-0&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... a hint to all world cup crazy gamblers out there?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored......&lt;br /&gt;bored like crazy.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115047127954222130?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115047127954222130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115047127954222130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-goodness-argentina-just-whacked.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115046640496933284</id><published>2006-06-16T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:00:04.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching the Argentina-S&amp;amp;M match on TV now&lt;br /&gt;alone at home, only because Mum and Dad brought the little ones to the Night Safari&lt;br /&gt;seems like everything has became peaceful on the surface...&lt;br /&gt;or has it?&lt;br /&gt;if it truly has, i can only say that i really underestimated mummy's heart for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;nothing will make me happy, more than seeing my family happy together again&lt;br /&gt;i'm in this stoned mood today&lt;br /&gt;nothing much i feel like saying&lt;br /&gt;so... one of my shortest posts ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115046640496933284?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115046640496933284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115046640496933284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/watching-argentina-sm-match-on-tv-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115040071031172819</id><published>2006-06-16T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T03:45:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a very enjoyable night today&lt;br /&gt;met Mitch for dinner at suntec's Marche&lt;br /&gt;said he wanted to treat me to a birthday dinner&lt;br /&gt;so met him at 7.30 and we ate till 10.30&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;not really ate till 10.30&lt;br /&gt;more like chatted till then cos we had our table cleared out even before 9 plus&lt;br /&gt;then we realised that they were closing pretty soon so we left&lt;br /&gt;drove to serangoon gardens to eat dessert&lt;br /&gt;went to this realy nice a cosy ice cream place&lt;br /&gt;and i ate a large waffle all by myself&lt;br /&gt;yum yum&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;chatted till about 1 am&lt;br /&gt;and only realised the time when the girl came and told us they were closing&lt;br /&gt;only on the car going home, did i realise that i just missed the 1st half of the England-T&amp;T match&lt;br /&gt;horrors!&lt;br /&gt;just prayed that i didnt missed any goals&lt;br /&gt;and as luck may have it,&lt;br /&gt;England was having a tough time before i got home&lt;br /&gt;was barely the 49th minute when i started watching&lt;br /&gt;0-0&lt;br /&gt;all i knew was that Lampard was working really hard, but not getting the results he deserved&lt;br /&gt;Crouch was too lazy a player, who expected to be fed with the ball... never really made the effort to go to the ball. you know how when i used to play netball in SCGS, Mich would always scream at us to run for the ball and not wait for it to drop from the sky? yeah. it's the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;J.Cole was like a mad bull, running about with the ball. going nowhere and getting nothing accomplished&lt;br /&gt;Owen? well, look at ronaldo now and you might see what i mean when he's just a sad shadow of himself&lt;br /&gt;A.Cole...spent too much time running up the flanks unnecessarily... tiring himself out and just barely covering his ass in the left defence. he has to thank Rio Ferdinand for that man.&lt;br /&gt;Robinson was just too bored most of the time and that made him venture out more often thatn he was supposed to just to get a piece of the action pie&lt;br /&gt;and finally, England got what they should have gotten earlier... the first goal...&lt;br /&gt;peter crouch scored from a beauty of a cross from the deadball maestro of the world, Beckham&lt;br /&gt;the second goal...&lt;br /&gt;Gerrard added the 2nd after receiving a well-measured pass from (who else?) David Beckham.&lt;br /&gt;So. WHo still wants to insist that Beckham is a pathetic player? He who single-handedly created all of England's 3 goals in the World cup finals so far?&lt;br /&gt;one has to be fair to this guy...&lt;br /&gt;he has matured stupendously since the previous world cup&lt;br /&gt;as a captain, he no longer vies for attention and recognition with his teammates&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it seems as though he has taken on the role of helping the younger ones&lt;br /&gt;by giving them the passes, giving them the opportunities to launch attacks, and giving them endless encouragements when needed...&lt;br /&gt;he just truly happy to see his teammates score for his country...&lt;br /&gt;and i admire that in him now...&lt;br /&gt;okay. i've ranted on long enough about soccer.&lt;br /&gt;back to my original purpose&lt;br /&gt;the last time i met mitch was like.... more than a year ago&lt;br /&gt;and it felt good catching up&lt;br /&gt;reminded me that i still had friends like him i should take time out to treasure and build a solid friendship with&lt;br /&gt;before, i didnt dare to develop my friendship with these wonderful friends i have for fear to incurring the wrath and jealousy of certain people&lt;br /&gt;but from now on, i'm not gonna let that deter me.&lt;br /&gt;one year of not seeing each other, more than 8 mths of not chatting on the phone even, it's a surprise we chatted like we never missed a beat.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed it...&lt;br /&gt;thank you my dear friend...&lt;br /&gt;hope to see ya soon again!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;quite a messy entry&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;and hoping that paraguay can wake up at kill off the Swedes for England.&lt;br /&gt;with 2 wins and 6 points in the bag, it more or less a guarantee of a spot in the round of 16.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm lazy to watch the match&lt;br /&gt;good night, world&lt;br /&gt;i love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115040071031172819?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115040071031172819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115040071031172819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/had-very-enjoyable-night-today-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115028533587121115</id><published>2006-06-14T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:50:26.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;who i am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so does the people who know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i dont even need to pretend in anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and once again, i repeat myself - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to whoever out there who doesnt like me, doesnt like what i say, or doesnt believe a word i say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just one question for you... then what the fuck are you still doing on my blog, reading about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;here's a friendly advice for you guys... delete this webbie from your 'favorites' list, click on any other links on the 'links' section or just get the hell outta this browser page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dont wanna see what you dont like? choose not to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dont come after my tail when you made your own choice to see what you dont like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;these entries are really meant for the people who are truly concerned with how i'm doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the people who want to hear my true feelings through my own words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the people who read to know, not to judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in fact, the truth be told... these entries are really just meant for MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a recording of my life, feelings and thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;passages to remind me of lessons i've learnt and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;people in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hence, the only reason why you are reading it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is only because i chose to write on a public website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;say what you may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but it will never deter me from my style of writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;neither will it stop me from writing about what i really wanna write about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what i write is always inspired from my feelings at the point of writing, what has happened that's important enough to record down as a part of my life and sometimes, attempts to open my heart out to allow people to understand who i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;actually, i know that every human being has their own right to judge and perceive based on their own thinking and opinions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so think what you may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but be decent enough to keep your comments to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115028533587121115?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115028533587121115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115028533587121115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/sigh-who-i-am-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115021671288035494</id><published>2006-06-14T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:38:32.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gayna nu-er!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;a special tribute to you wor...&lt;br /&gt;this year, you're the only one who sang me a birthday song on my birthday itself&lt;br /&gt;i was really surprised&lt;br /&gt;and touched at the same time&lt;br /&gt;thank you so very very much=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the people who did wished me happy birthday,&lt;br /&gt;but only after i posted my post that day&lt;br /&gt;My cousins Sabrina and Regine&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and little rascal brother&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to everyone who expressed your concern&lt;br /&gt;after reading my entries&lt;br /&gt;i hope to say here, that my entries have been posted because i really take this as my diary to voice out my emotions, thoughts and feelings&lt;br /&gt;though there is so much that i am not at liberty to say on the WWW,&lt;br /&gt;there's still a large bit of me revealed... as long as you know how to read between my lines and decipher the true underlying meanings&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to say what i say to gain sympathy from anyone&lt;br /&gt;if there's anything i want the least, sympathy would be it.&lt;br /&gt;i write to vent my frustrations&lt;br /&gt;so what better place to write than my own diary?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i appreciate all of your concern fully cos it makes me feel loved =D&lt;br /&gt;but not sympathy&lt;br /&gt;ever since young, i never wanted it&lt;br /&gt;i've proved myself to be capable of walking out of the darkest shadows, safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;and i will continue proving myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to all my detractors out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hold your tongue, wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to react to or comment against vile criticism thrown my way&lt;br /&gt;it's a childish act&lt;br /&gt;i've taken it, digested it, fumed at it and spat it all out&lt;br /&gt;flush it all down the toilet bowl, along with the anger that came with it&lt;br /&gt;for i dont believe i deserve any of that&lt;br /&gt;think what you like but i believe that nobody ever deserves such vile, spiteful comments&lt;br /&gt;no-one ever does&lt;br /&gt;every single being in the world deserves their least bit of respect from others&lt;br /&gt;if not for one point in their character, they do for another&lt;br /&gt;no matter what a person has done,&lt;br /&gt;even God forgives the worst of sins&lt;br /&gt;and where does that leave unforgiving human beings?&lt;br /&gt;getting involved, is merely lowering oneself to that sad level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so, the best way out is to believe in yourself, ignore all unconstructive crap and best of all - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;learn to forgive with your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;one doesnt need to forget totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's good enough to forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;one doesnt need to accept totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's good enough to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are general comments cos i realised that it is getting far too blatant in today's society&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you&lt;br /&gt;and that's for all those out there who remembered my birthday&lt;br /&gt;and bothered to say happy birthday at all&lt;br /&gt;Bel, Rozy, Shawn, Christabel... thanks people =)&lt;br /&gt;and also to people like Luke, Zhi Yang and Justin, who are a part of my past... though i never expected you to remember, you did. so thanks nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and of course not forgetting the one person who made me smile at 12 midnight, in spite of the crazy way i was feeling yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;if it wasn't for you, i know i would have welcomed my 19th birthday in bed, with tears streaming down my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so thank you for making me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and forget my troubles for just those few hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and Tian, thank you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;firstly, thank you for saying happy birthday despite knowing for sure that it's not a happy birthday for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;secondly, thank you for explicitly saying that i caused you suffering and pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;it made it all so clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i guess despite the fact that i told you i'm gonna let go, and i told you to let go and not have hopes, you didn't really listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;only when i hardened my tone of voice and finalised it, did it filter into that mind of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;so thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;memories, both good and bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;lessons, in every sense of the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;just like alot of things in life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;you hate for it to end, but it's still inevitable nevertheless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;like people always say, the old has to make way for new and better things to come your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;now, you can put your mind at ease and take up your parents' offer to send you overseas to further your studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;there's no longer me around to burden you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;we both have different things to work towards now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;you've got your bright future to work towards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i've got to work towards keeping my faltering family together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and if i fail at that, i've got to work towards helping my mum bring my siblings up because she won't be able to do it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;our lives are so very different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;there's so much that's not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;here's something i read somewhere: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you love him, let him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If he comes back, he's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If he doesn't, he never really was was in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so all the best to you in all your future endeavours and undertakings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there'll always be a part of my heart that's occupied by you... or rather memories of you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;goodbye dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i believe that there's something one can learn from every relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've learnt something from you... i hope you have from me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;take it with you and keep it somewhere safe in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for it shouldnt be something you can forget so simply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's a birthday for anyway?&lt;br /&gt;a celebration of life?&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;but for this year's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;it shall be spent in solitude&lt;br /&gt;doing my projects&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for the best&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago i remember saying that what i want for my birthday is a holiday&lt;br /&gt;now, thinking about it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;here are my birthday wishes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that nothing happens to my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that daddy really will learn and stop behaving like a 20 year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that the people around me are all safe and sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that the people who love me will find their happiness soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that i find my way home eventually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a frightening thought&lt;br /&gt;the thought that i might finally meet with something and never be able to recover from it&lt;br /&gt;the thought that the worse is not here yet&lt;br /&gt;the thought that one day, everything will spin out of my own control and i'll finally break down into a million pieces...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All By Myself (Jamie O'Neal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When I was young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I never needed anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And making love was just for fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Those days are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Livin' alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I think of all the friends I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;but when I dial the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Nobody's home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Don't wanna be all by myself anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hard to be sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sometimes I feel so insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And love so distant and obscure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Remains the cure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Don't wanna be all by myself anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I don't wanna live all by myself anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When I was young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I never needed anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And makin' love was just for fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Those days are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Don't wanna be all by myself anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Don't wanna live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Don't wanna live by myself, by myself anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forgive the sun who didn't shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The sky had asked her in to dine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forgive the stars who heard your wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The moon had prepared their favourite dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forgive the rain for its attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The clouds have tears they can't hold back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't hate the birds who are free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't envy the things they see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't block the wind, but hear its cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or else the wind may pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forgive the earth that never turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't hate the sun, 'cos too much burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forgive the storm for it means no harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Could not resist to show its charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life intends to not cause pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The flowers bloom from all the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The storm will come and it will pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The sun that shines, it grows the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The wind it cannot help but cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The stars at night light up the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forgive the world in which we live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We'll all find peace if we forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115010188966625906?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115010188966625906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115010188966625906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you-and-thats-for-all-those-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-115000857895481799</id><published>2006-06-11T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:06:25.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;is it true?&lt;br /&gt;that infidelity can be inherited,&lt;br /&gt;and will run in the family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;as much as i hate to believe it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it seems to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;in the case of mine at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and it seems to have broken my lovely family apart finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my maternal grandma has 3 children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;aunt, mummy and uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;aunt and uncle got divorced a few years back with their spouses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;aunt is still the responsible mum to my 3 wonderful cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and uncle is still the responsible dad to my other 2 young and vulnerable cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;now, if things don't change, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mummy will be the 3rd and final child in her family to get a divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and when that happens,&lt;br /&gt;the family i have always been proud of for sticking together through hard times,&lt;br /&gt;will be shattered into small, unretrievable fragments of fragile yet possibly lethal glass shards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and all that, thanks to the man who says he is my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the man who held the heart of my mother since she was 16, till today's 40 years of age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the man who had the undeniable love of my mother despite his downfall and impregnable ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the man who has given in to temptations again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the man who has had the forgiveness for his mistakes again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the man who never learnt how to appreciate all that he truly has to treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i wonder if, after saying all that, i can still call him a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a true man stands up to his mistakes and admits them with honesty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a true man never should let the woman who loves him so despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and that is a man i hate so much right now... only because i love him as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just weeks ago, we were planning a 20th wedding anniversary party for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it would be on the 16th of January 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6 months shy of my 20th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;it would be a testament to their love and devotion&lt;br /&gt;it would be one of the brightest moment of our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i would probably have been the one giving the first speech as their eldest daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;as the only child they have that was present at the time of their wedding, albeit without much sensory abilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;today, all i know is that mummy said: "Dont bother with the 20th anniversary. there won't be any"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;rudely awakened at 9.17 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;chloe and me stared blurry-eyed at the familiar figure standing at our door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and listened with disbelief as she made the announcement with tears in her eyes and voice lodged in her throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and at that instant, i knew she meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;19 years of living with her, i know by heart what she always said to me when anyone in the family quarreled or fought -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; never say anything in pique, knowing that you wont mean it an hour later. words spoken can never be taken back. harsh things said can mean forever despite the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and she always practised what she preached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that's how i know that she means business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and having lived with my father for the past 19 years, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i also know full well what had triggered this avalanche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it was clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;walking out of my room to see my little brother sobbing on the living room sofa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it just broke my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;he said: "mummy say she dont love me anymore. she say she dont want me anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i knew she was just really really sad and didn't know who to take it out on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my first thought was whether mummy would walk out on us and leave us alone with a father who doesn't know how to be father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my second thought was how much i hate my father for taking things for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and then it dawned on me that i knew deep inside that this day would come sooner or later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;all along, i knew what was underneath the facade of my father's dedication act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i realised that as much as i hate for it to happen, it is inevitable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm turning 19 tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i know full well what it feels like to be so brutally betrayed by the man you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;though it's incomparable, mine and hers, but i can see it from a woman's point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;after devoting your entire youth and giving up your dreams for him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the last thing you need is betrayal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's unforgivable, what he's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but what's worse is his point-blank refusal despite evidence against him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i felt like screaming at him, telling him that if he still is a man, he should face it like a man&lt;br /&gt;admit his mistakes and plead for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;denying just made it disgusting and incorrigible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it came so suddenly... just yesterday we were the model of a happy family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;eating dinner at beautiful Chijmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;playing games in the car on the ride back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;them both taking my baby brother to taekwondo class and we eating macdonalds while watching the World Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what a difference a night can make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then i started hating the inventor of the SMS technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;without it, my father could probably have hidden his 'dirty linen' for the rest of his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and we would still be the happy family we've always been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then i felt stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if my father was smart enough to learn how to say NO, where would those SMSes come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i grew up finding excuses for my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just like how my mother constantly found excuses for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but this time, we all give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;there's just no point is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my siblings and father would probably hate me for saying this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but you are indeed still young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and as a woman, you do not have to bear with this humiliation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i could say it is but human to err and you should try giving dad another chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but i know you have already given him umpteen chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;now, it's the last straw and you should spare a thought for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you can still build a life outside of his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we all know that you are more capable of supporting yourself and us than he is of himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i just hope you can remember that no matter what new life you build, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the 4 of us will be a permanent feature in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;our father made his mistakes, but we should not be punished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;most of our growing up lives saw dad as a ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;fleeting in and out, as and when he wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but you were the only constant in our lives&lt;br /&gt;please stay that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if anyone should go, it's not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;because wherever you go, me and my siblings will follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's easier for him to go, than for all of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and grandma needs us too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she has literally no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;her son erred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just like her husband did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but she's still our beloved grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;this morning, your 4 kids sobbed&lt;br /&gt;but the tears shed were for the complete family we had and wanted&lt;br /&gt;i shed those tears for you as a friend and a girl&lt;br /&gt;not just a daughter&lt;br /&gt;because you've been hurt and seeing that, hurts me like crazy too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i will support your every action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and every step you take, i'll be right behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'll do everything it takes to support you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;trust me on that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;when chloe looked at me with tear-filled eyes and more streaming down her cheeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and said she still wants the 20th anniversary party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that she doesnt want to make a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and asked: "is there nothing i can do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it broke my heart once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she has never been in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she probably cannot really understand matter of the heart yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but all i could say was that this was between the 2 of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's a relationship, love and trust problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we are mere outsiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;though we are important stakeholders in the relationship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;they are the main players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and it's unfair to keep her in her misery for the sake of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's just not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and saying all that hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it truly did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;especially seeing the helpless look in here eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;even if things changed and they decide to stay in the marriage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;things will never be the same again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it never will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i just want the best for mother i love so dearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i want what makes her happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i want for her what i want for myself... a love that takes us to the end of our lives with lotsa laughter and happiness... a companion who respects and appreciates us...&lt;br /&gt;if only he can be that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tomorrow's my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my 19th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;12 June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and this must be the 'greatest' birthday gift of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a punishment maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;for being the one who got them married in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;for being the one who made them take the first step into this marriage without a happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sure seems like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;why else have all my birthdays so far been disastrous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;why else does trouble appear to celebrate my birthday for me year after year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i blew off the birthday celebration i was supposed to have with Edna today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i'm sorry sweetie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i just dont have the mood to go anywhere now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;let alone be reminded of my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;in the first place, i never had the thought of celebrating my birthday this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;too many things have happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;how can i possibly enjoy my birthday, knowing that just weeks ago another soul has been denied of having that chance forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and now this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sweetie, i'll make it up to you later this week or next week okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;call me after you get back from camp alrighty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;life still has to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at least now my mind has been taken of my own troubles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;or has it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;is this what it feels like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;there are people around for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but where's that crucial figure in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the one i know i can depend on and lean on whatever the storm is that's blazing around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the warm embrace i so crave from whom should be there to kiss away all my pain and hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the significant one who will keep me warm no matter what mistake i've made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the one set of shoulders i need to cry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i dont think i've ever felt so, so alone in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;conclusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i hate birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;especially my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-115000857895481799?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115000857895481799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/115000857895481799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-it-true-that-infidelity-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-114996360030277592</id><published>2006-06-10T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T02:45:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>England 1-0 Paraguay&lt;br /&gt;that's the scoreline of England's first World Cup match earlier this evening&lt;br /&gt;pathetic match&lt;br /&gt;boring&lt;br /&gt;well, the only goal of the match was an own goal.&lt;br /&gt;so, go figure&lt;br /&gt;no burst of brilliance, just pure luck 'cos Paraguay seemed intimidated and held back in the attacks most of the first half&lt;br /&gt;and the Mexican referee officiating the match was plain ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;one can't help but wonder whether he was just trying to impress Fifa with his 'no-nonsense' attitude&lt;br /&gt;it sure pissed me off&lt;br /&gt;slowed the game, made it excruciating to viewers like me and proved that not all who make it to the top are the best.&lt;br /&gt;he obviously had something against Peter Crouch in any case&lt;br /&gt;and that was pretty obvious&lt;br /&gt;he was under 'restraining order' throughout the entire match&lt;br /&gt;not given the opportunity to display his full potential&lt;br /&gt;and what the hell was Eriksson thinking when he brought on Downing at the crucial point when England desperately need players with a thinking head on the pitch to guide them&lt;br /&gt;Downing was obviously out to impress, but failed nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;sprints down the flank without thought for fellow teammates&lt;br /&gt;passing skills that made it seemed like his job was to hand over possession to the opposition&lt;br /&gt;that being said, almost everyone was off-form&lt;br /&gt;A.Cole, was just sad to watch&lt;br /&gt;J.Cole, was active but not productive in any way&lt;br /&gt;Gerrard just seemed to have his heart somewhere else. just not on the pitch in Frankfurt.&lt;br /&gt;Lampard impressed though... his efforts were not rewarded only because he was up against an old substitute goalkeeper, who have not had much opportunities to prove himself before he had to replace the injured first-choice&lt;br /&gt;Beckham was not as omni-present as he should and have been.&lt;br /&gt;The backline held the fort in one safe piece and that should be applauded&lt;br /&gt;i just hope to see more brilliance, more enthusiasm and less 'take-the-safe-route' tactics (like sit back and hold the backline after you take the lead. that's just sad. that's not what football should be like)&lt;br /&gt;sorry folks&lt;br /&gt;i've always been a soccer enthusiast who cannot stop once i begin dissecting my opinions of a match&lt;br /&gt;shall stop now =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with mum, dad, drago, chantal and chloe this evening at Chijmes&lt;br /&gt;was intended to celebrate my birthday&lt;br /&gt;but well, it was just a normal meal&lt;br /&gt;without any mention of it being a birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;Gyu-Niku at Chijmes&lt;br /&gt;Japanese table bbq&lt;br /&gt;food was rather not bad&lt;br /&gt;service was great&lt;br /&gt;prices were steep&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was just average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;gonna meet Edna tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;finally!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the long-awaited bitching session&lt;br /&gt;and she so cute...&lt;br /&gt;ask me whether i'll be wearing heels or flats&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;i'll wear flats =D&lt;br /&gt;and don't worry, i won't wear a skirt too...&lt;br /&gt;apparently, we'll have to sit on the floor at Essential Brew&lt;br /&gt;so... thanks for telling me before hand sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i guess my previous posts created some doubts for you&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i'm also right when i said that there are in fact people talking behind my back despite you telling me that i was just being suspicious of people around&lt;br /&gt;but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really wanna care&lt;br /&gt;and what's more,&lt;br /&gt;does it matter whether or not i clarify if i love you or hate you?&lt;br /&gt;what does it change?&lt;br /&gt;how will it affect anything?&lt;br /&gt;i have always maintained that i love you, and that i'll never be able to hate you&lt;br /&gt;i might resent what has happened&lt;br /&gt;i might resent how things have turned out with you&lt;br /&gt;i might resent some things you do&lt;br /&gt;but i wont ever hate you&lt;br /&gt;so there you go...&lt;br /&gt;the clarification you seem to need&lt;br /&gt;and in case you dont already know, i made up my mind a long long time ago&lt;br /&gt;about alot of things&lt;br /&gt;for me to know and for you to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;An Angel Smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today while I was lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and felt myself near tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I thought I heard a gentle voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;whisper in my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The words were ones of comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but what, I do not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They left me feeling better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and my spirits higher though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So as I walked along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;on this suddenly bright day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I knew my heart had lightened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'cause an Angel smiled today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-114996360030277592?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/114996360030277592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/114996360030277592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/england-1-0-paraguay-thats-scoreline.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-114977092446935617</id><published>2006-06-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:48:44.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Way You Look Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some day, when I'm awfully low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When the world is cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I will feel a glow just thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You're lovely, with your smile so warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And your cheeks so soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There is nothing for me but to love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And the way you look tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;With each word your tenderness grows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tearing my fear apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It touches my foolish heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lovely ... Never, ever change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When marimba rhythms start to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dance with me, make me sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hold me close, sway me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Like a flower bending in the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bend with me, sway with ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When we dance you have a way with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Stay with me, sway with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Other dancers may be on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dear, but my eyes will see only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Only you have that magic technique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When we sway I go weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can hear the sounds of violins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-114977092446935617?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/114977092446935617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/114977092446935617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/way-you-look-tonight-some-day-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-114977026818196570</id><published>2006-06-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:53:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OB paper yesterday was pretty ok&lt;br /&gt;no problem passing probably, just a matter of how well i can pass&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;no point worryng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my darlings, i enjoyed my day greatly&lt;br /&gt;first, thanks to Sher for giving me my birthday present&lt;br /&gt;albeit a little early but i'm very happy, nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;Sher, Bel, Cal, Tat, Drey&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the 5 of you who sent me birthday wishes in the lovely little notebook...&lt;br /&gt;short, but thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;thanks again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town to watch The Omen with Rozy&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to try out the new The Cathay cinemas at dhoby ghaut&lt;br /&gt;despite the rather 'unfinished' exterior and empty shop units,&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how crowded the cinemas are&lt;br /&gt;the cinema i was in, was packed to the brim&lt;br /&gt;even the first rows were filled&lt;br /&gt;i felt the show was over-rated&lt;br /&gt;seriously over-rated&lt;br /&gt;the ending was like a major anti-climax and it ended so abruptly&lt;br /&gt;disappointing&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it's cos the building is new, the theatre was freezing cold&lt;br /&gt;i had my shawl and i was still freezing...&lt;br /&gt;poor sayang didnt even have her jacket with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the show started, we were chilling at Mac's at PS&lt;br /&gt;it was the most relaxing time i've had in a long long time&lt;br /&gt;major bitching and chatting&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed myself thoroughly with you =)&lt;br /&gt;*muackz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Home (by Michael Buble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Another summer day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is come and gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A million people I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh I miss you, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I'm fine baby, how are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Another sunny place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm lucky I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mmmm, I'vegot to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm just too far from where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanna come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;are the lyrics of the song Home by Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;heard the song in the theatre before the show started yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;touched a chord somewhere deep in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;read between the lines and you might just see what i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and everytime i hear that song now, i'd think of the band at Long Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sunny sings the song every night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and he's great at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;makes me miss the days working at that place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and it makes it miss you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;like they always say: Home is where the heart belongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;is it true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i wanna go home... to where my heart belongs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-114977026818196570?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/114977026818196570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/114977026818196570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/ob-paper-yesterday-was-pretty-ok-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-114958792521872365</id><published>2006-06-06T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:39:19.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Wounds need to grow scabs before they can even start to heal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i tell myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what's the point of peeling off newly-developed scabs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you'll just be leaving your wounds wide open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;letting it hurt even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it'll only take much longer to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;don't read too much in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's just meant to remind us all that one should never say "never"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it is indeed possible to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as long as you give yourself a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;choosing to ignore the source or cause of your pain, is the first step and the most lethal weapon to your destructive downfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;choosing to turn away help or close off your world from what's out there, is the next step to the continuous downward spiral of self-destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that opening phrase in quotes, is something i got from a TV drama and it struck a chord deep in my heart... so people, stop saying that TV is useless... you can gain the right things from the right shows =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;seeing my sayang Rozy today was just the boost i needed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to her, i could speak my heart and say all that i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" thank you for understanding me, sayang. thank you for not judging me and just being there. when it comes to my heart and where it truly lies, no-one knows better than you. so, thank you for pointing it out to me once again... i'll work towards not letting you down anymore. bless you and your happiness. you so deserve it all =) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;then seeing my darlings bel and sher, made my day further... thank you girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got an organisational behaviour exam tomorrow and i hope i'll get through it cos... i've barely studied. just can't get my heart down to it. sigh&lt;br /&gt;bless me&lt;br /&gt;pray for me&lt;br /&gt;plus, this module is really really boring.&lt;br /&gt;it's probably cos i've taken an introduction to psychology subject before&lt;br /&gt;and the concepts i'm studying in OB now are just so similar&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sacrificing my sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;so... i hope the past week of constant sleeping comes to good use tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got one wish for my upcoming birthday...&lt;br /&gt;i want a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;anywhere... just as long as it's outta S'pore&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;but, financial constraints make it seem all impossible&lt;br /&gt;grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have to make do with home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;below, are some stuff that puts into beautiful words how i feel about certain things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and yesterday's post has some entries of these "poetry" as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hope it says more than i can ever say myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Although we have to be apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We'll always be together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Close enough in mind and heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To manage any weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reality is often bleak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But love remains inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A glass house on a mountain peak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The wintry world beside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love can build its own four walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And heat its own small room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Through icy winds and blinding squalls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love can be in bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Though continents drift far downstream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And mountains disappear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And life dissolve into a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Our love will still be here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You'll turn, and I'll be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I wish that I could be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And hold you in my arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Whisper all my love to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And kiss away your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I wish that I could take your cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And put them all away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Neatly folded into drawers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;While pleasure lights your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I wish that joy could step inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your heart and stay awhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And all the rain could turn into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A rainbow in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And all our loneliness like mist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Could fade into the blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A memory of sad, hard times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That happened long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But I cannot come home right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And you cannot come here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And so our dreams must be the fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On which we laugh and play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If life cannot be what we want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It will, it will be so;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For love can turn the harshest light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To gold through sheer affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If you loved me, you'd be there for me&lt;br /&gt;To help me do the things I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;My whole life wouldn't be only for you,&lt;br /&gt;Nor would my love determine who you'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to respect what I do well,&lt;br /&gt;To share the joy I feel when I succeed,&lt;br /&gt;To give me the encouragement I need,&lt;br /&gt;To be my wings, not my protective shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and I want you to be mine,&lt;br /&gt;But I would never say you're not allowed&lt;br /&gt;To be a person who would make me proud,&lt;br /&gt;To step outside into your own sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-114958792521872365?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/114958792521872365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17252590/posts/default/114958792521872365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/wounds-need-to-grow-scabs-before-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Cleopatra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj52WFyHWio/S1JoOwaulVI/AAAAAAAABRo/uDrzayHvhiM/S220/CJ00080.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17252590.post-114949297137236357</id><published>2006-06-05T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:43:35.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"People judge but we must always ignore. For we live for ourselves and those who love us. These are the people who will always accept us for who we are and hold our hands to guide us through our darkest days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I received an email last night at about 1.30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and the above are the few sentences that brought tears to my shadowed peepers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the email, was from Edna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i dont even know how to start saying how much that short note meant to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;someone cares for me truly from the bottom of her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i cant even remember the last time i saw her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but the memories we share are so deeply engraved in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;how much truer can those words be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what is the point of living your life for people who judge you and cannot accept you as who you are? people change. and if they cannot accept your changes and walk through those tough and confused times with you, they are just not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;thank you, sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;for pointing that out to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i've said this before, and i'm gonna say it again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you're one of the best gifts i can ever wish for... heaven-sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i dont care what kinda person you are... cos i just know that you are exactly who you are and that you'll still be the true friend i can count on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;over the weekend, i've been talking to a truly treasured person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i can only say that your words and your being there, is the timely enlightenment i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it reminded me that there is really someone who can accept, understand and support me for who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it made clear to me that if i broke down and gave up, i won't be letting down just myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it told me that i should live my life for someone like you, whom loves me refuses to judge or let go... whom treasures and cherishes me as a person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love is never easy, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It turns life into song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is no bit of circumstance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That love cannot transform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is no weary moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of anger or despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That love cannot convert to grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And render whole and fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How passionate the paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That comes from knowing well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That someone in your happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finds pleasure for himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How sweet the gift of giving to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone who gives to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A selflessness that gives to self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More self than self is due. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With all the searing madness of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The world from day to day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And all the dreary sadness that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No joy can take away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is one truth more beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Than anyone can bear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That two can trust that when they turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They'll find the other there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you for staying in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How could I have ushered you away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Another person might have made me pay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Needing the sweet vengeance of my grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kindness is in everything you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You must love me very much to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Often now, some moment of each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Unbidden, I am grateful I have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The more I am away from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The more I want you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The more I do without your love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The more I want you near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I know that it makes little sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;To want what's not around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;But there's just one true love for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;And that's the one I've found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;We've gone through all the weather maps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The sunshine and the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;But I would take a sea of storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;To be with you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;today, i am gonna finally get down to studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;spending the entire week resting in bed and letting my mind wander to crazy thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;if i wanna work for that schloarship i so want and need, i've gotta buck up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's time to pray and hope for the miracle i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but before i start, is there anyone i can copy my notes from? hmm... i'll see ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17252590-114949297137236357?l=loveisrockingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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