<?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-23361103</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:04:37.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab the butt and walk the night.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-116438781467871971</id><published>2006-11-25T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:03:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://placebohoneyy.livejournal.com"&gt;MOVED!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-116438781467871971?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/116438781467871971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=116438781467871971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/116438781467871971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/116438781467871971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/11/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-116387475328698533</id><published>2006-11-19T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T02:32:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on my twelveth birthday, i asked myself "why ain't i a grown-up yet?" then, on my sixteen birthday, i couldn't wait to enter into the later part of my adolescent years (though part of me was quite relunctant to leave my secondary school days behind). now, i wish that i could turn back time and start everything from scratch again. i want to make things right, but i don't know how to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-116387475328698533?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/116387475328698533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=116387475328698533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/116387475328698533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/116387475328698533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-my-twelveth-birthday-i-asked-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-116369122985527999</id><published>2006-11-16T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:33:49.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear _________,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything will be over soon. I hope these rainy days will go away sooner than i think it would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-116369122985527999?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/116369122985527999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=116369122985527999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/116369122985527999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/116369122985527999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-i-wish-everything-will-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-116299918560760281</id><published>2006-11-08T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:34:55.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow master and cadbury hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the jellybean. thank you for coming down after a long day at the driving centre. thank you for making my day. thank you for all the cheapthrills (HAHAHA!!!). thank you for putting me to sleep. thank you for praying for me. thank you for making me supper whenever i stay over. thank you for being my grammar/vocab teacher (???). thank you for always being there. thank you for everything you have ever done. and the list goes on... but but but, the most important thing is, thank you for being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you are the best thing that ever happened to my life. muchlove-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-116299918560760281?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/116299918560760281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>school and its chores.</title><content type='html'>no, the title isn't of any relevance to this post. school has always been a bitch and you people should know what i mean. period. i've been grumpy since the minute i woke up this morning and the mood didn't get any better up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was caught in an emotional turmoil yet again. insecurity and uncertainty are one fkup combo. i was thinking that i may screw up my fyp cos of work and everything else that comes after that. i haven't been at my best for the past few weeks - i blame it on work. the problems at home have been brought to a greater height and i'm pretty worried about how petty julie is gonna handle everything, emotionally, financially and physically. i decided to stay put with this job till it ends in one month time. at least i will have some income for myself. i have always think that i have a screwedup family with screwedup people like my brother. never mind about that, cos i ain't any better (since i belong to this family). very soon, i will reach the emotional peak. i hope things will get better as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and, i have been such a bitch for the past few days/weeks. i've some sort of neglected my fyp and school for abit. damn. this job has taken its toll on me please. my body system became much more vulnerable to bad weather and all that. i feel so bad about neglecting school and all. i'm so damn sorry, team-mates (if you're reading this). i've decided not to work today cos there are alot of research data entry work to do. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss muffin truckloads. friday, i left fyp early for tim's just to see him. his owner brought him back to his own house yesterday afternoon and i guess right now, he's playing soccer at the field which is half the size of a soccer field (i'm not joking). even though, he hasn't been in the ang's household for a very long time (like muscle and brandon), he has received the most love, care and concern from everyone! now, who's gonna let me pat him, who's gonna let me hug him, who's gonna let me kiss his forehead, who's gonna play soccer with me and who's gonna accompany me when i watch tv downstairs while tim is upstairs having piano lesson (muscle doesn't count cos he's forever sleeping)! ): i feel terribly sad that day and i even talked to muffin. maybe he understood what i said cos right after i hugged him and said goodbye, he stood up and followed me back into the house. he sat there, wanting me to pat him again. fking emo. man, i love this dog! i wonder when is the next time i'm gonna see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;from top: muscle, muffin, brandon.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0264.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0264.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;food always excites animals.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0260.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0260.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;maybe he understands what i said. muffin is amazing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/imissmuffin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/imissmuffin.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm gonna start doing my work already. i hope this emo entry doesn't make you bored. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;xoxo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-116210180877305042?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/116210180877305042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=116210180877305042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/116210180877305042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/116210180877305042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/10/school-and-its-chores_29.html' title='school and its chores.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-116109602577049714</id><published>2006-10-17T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:11:41.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary high.</title><content type='html'>lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com has been left untouched for 2 weeks or so. the owner is very busy managing her school, work, bgr and friends, with the intention to balance them all at once. well, it didn't turn out well but at least, i'm getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final year project is coming to an end in 2 weeks time. all of us are damn kanchiong about it but our client just had to fall sick yesterday. thank god, amidst the busy schedule, i managed to recieve some tlc from theboy. am just glad that we are still going strong. (: oh yeah! i'm working with emeliaaa every saturday! hah. catching up while working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so work at vivo was ehhh, how do i put it, fun? well, not exactly fun. it's much better as compared to the one i worked during the roadshow. and and, the pay is good!my plan after i get my pay? set aside some money for rainy days and the rest, spend (after i give some cash to mom &amp; dad. i'm fillial okay!) i can't wait. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0205_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0205_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/busridefun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/busridefun.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/bflove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/bflove.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-116109602577049714?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/116109602577049714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=116109602577049714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/116109602577049714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/116109602577049714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/10/temporary-high.html' title='temporary high.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115986487687446796</id><published>2006-10-03T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:34:16.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cadbury hero</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time ever since i last had my favourite chocolate, cadbury blackforest. to be honest, i got kind of sick of it so i decided to stop. well, wait till the next craving comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week one of school ended pretty much in a good way. bugis with the girls on thursday night, friday was spent with theboy down to annsiang for some preview which the band ended up jamming, saturday was more of a eat-sleep-eat-sleep-movie-home-sleep kind of event with theboy and i was stuck at orchard road on sunday, watching filipinos, families, cute dogs and more filipinos while working (vivo city opening roadshow). i ended up having blisters on my toes and they were really bad. argh, fk those boots! but but but, the night ended well cos theboy came down to find me with havianans, which really put a smile across my tired face, and we had a small talk with eme before heading home. i miss this girl so much. anyhow, i have got to wear heels again tomorrow. this is gonna be awful. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently slacking my ass off in engine school, waiting for theboy who told me "he will be done soon" 45 mins ago. time check, it's 1615. right, i'll let the pictures do the talking. gonna go play this really cute korean game i found online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0226.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0226.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/4gfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/4gfs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/4emotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/4emotions.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/pepperlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/pepperlove.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/ziorberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/ziorberg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/nosefetish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/nosefetish1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/35585210543413l.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/35585210543413l.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/35584977146979l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/35584977146979l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115986487687446796?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115986487687446796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115986487687446796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115986487687446796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115986487687446796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/10/cadbury-hero.html' title='cadbury hero'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115919598121941674</id><published>2006-09-25T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:53:01.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's bitch.</title><content type='html'>when i decided to stop disturbing the labtech and logged on to the computer, i couldn't find any where else to complain how fkup first day of school was so i turned to friendster then bernicelee (i was damn lazy to blog). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer | 24/9/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narbei, school is a pubor.&lt;br /&gt;dismissed early from supply chain management tutorial, slacking in the lab with the labtech. what the fuck la. damn low life. !@#$%^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then her reply was something like this: "haha. i've studied supply chain management before. it's easy (:" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la. i don't know what to say after that. doing nothing in school was physically-draining. i almost fell asleep till the middle of psychology class. it became pretty interesting and i'm sure that i want to pursue a degree in social sciences: psychology. SMU SMU SMU SMU. i hope i can get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamnit, i still can't figure out whether i should work for a year or two then uni or go straight to uni. and and and, my cumulative gpa is fking low. it's hindering my entry to uni. i see a need to plan my future, right about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115919598121941674?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115919598121941674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115919598121941674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115919598121941674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115919598121941674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/09/schools-bitch.html' title='school&apos;s bitch.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115893361543650727</id><published>2006-09-22T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:00:15.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my complexion is currently at its worse now. with pimple outbreak and peeling of skin, i look so awful! and theboy just had to rub it in today, "why your skin so dry?!" WHY? cos of the damn sun! tanning under the scorching afternoon sun the previous week or i don't know when, made my skin so dry that it looks hideous now! oh, and not forgetting my laziness, i was too lazy to apply moisturiser every night. think i only did it every alternate day. so so so, there goes my porcelain skin. !@#$%^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is pretty screwed up these days and i can't imagine how i am gonna survive penniless for the next few days. i have yet to pay my phone bill. what's more, school's starting next week. being financially independent is something i have been trying hard to master. i haven been asking $$ from my parents for a very long time, other than the pathetic allowance i get from them every week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so want to skip school. totally loathe it and  fk, it's the last semester of my poly education. last semester means can't work. can't work means no money. no money means no life. say hello to my pathetic nineteenyearold life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i miss complaining to lilpseudogran-.blogspot. it feels so good to let things out once in a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/fashion%20parade%20029_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/fashion%20parade%20029_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115893361543650727?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115893361543650727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115893361543650727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115893361543650727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115893361543650727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-complexion-is-currently-at-its.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115830397316325773</id><published>2006-09-15T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:06:13.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all hail lukas rossi!</title><content type='html'>hell yeah! lukas rossi get to front supernova.&lt;br /&gt;up till now, his version of creep still gives me goosebumps and i think his performance was fking awesome, though i kind of dislike the way his eyes look (without makeup). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pneo_htx794"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pneo_htx794" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so love his performance last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QcQnKnFKfQc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QcQnKnFKfQc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115830397316325773?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115830397316325773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115830397316325773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115830397316325773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115830397316325773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-hail-lukas-rossi.html' title='all hail lukas rossi!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115815853506476910</id><published>2006-09-13T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:42:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triggerhappy.</title><content type='html'>IS1006    INDUSTRIAL TRAINING PROGRAMME - SINGLE SESSION -- A&lt;br /&gt;BA0252   SERVER APPLICATION DEVELOPMENT -- A&lt;br /&gt;BA0285   PROJECT MANAGEMENT -- A&lt;br /&gt;BA0221   LEGAL SYSTEM AND CONTRACTS -- B&lt;br /&gt;LC0913   COMMUNICATION SKILLS FOR BUSINESS -- B&lt;br /&gt;BA001A  ETIQUETTE AND PROFESSIONAL IMAGE -- B+&lt;br /&gt;BA0060  FINANCIAL MANAGEMENT -- C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester GPA: 3.211&lt;br /&gt;Cumulative GPA: 2.677&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLOWED TO CONTINUE IN THE COURSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fking happy with my results. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115815853506476910?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115815853506476910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115815853506476910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115815853506476910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115815853506476910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/09/triggerhappy.html' title='triggerhappy.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115808085305432126</id><published>2006-09-13T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:07:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome weekends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;saturday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents were out of town. casuarina prata with theboy, carmen and jared. a round of uno and countless rounds of poker at the siblings' place. smokebreak. braddell heights. sinful supper (tim making and me eating). sleepover at theboy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a hard time waking up for his soccer match. in the end, we cabbed down to bishan to meet the guys at 1145am (fyi, the match is supposed to kick off at 12noon and the field is the one next to northbrooks sec). but anyhow, the boys won by 2 or 3 goals, i can't remember. thereafter, we went back to braddell heights, bathed and bus-ed down to zouk to meet bern and jack. okay, call me a "sua-gu", i have never been to a zouk flea market before. it was good and the stuffs were dirt cheap! ah yes, tongshui cafe is the new hongkong cafe you people should patronise! man, not only does the food there taste awesome, i like their design and furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;as the boys were figuring out how to stuff the chairs in the car boot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/fleefly%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/fleefly%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/fleefly%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/fleefly%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;tongshui cafe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/fleefly%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/fleefly%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/fleefly%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/fleefly%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/fleefly%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/fleefly%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/fleefly%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/fleefly%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;our wardrobe fantasy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/fleefly%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/fleefly%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;we are the paparazzi.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/fleefly%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/fleefly%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in less than 24 hours time, the tenants are moving out and my results will be out. i hate school and i don't like how my academic calendar is like for the upcoming semester. fk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115808085305432126?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115808085305432126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115808085305432126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115808085305432126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115808085305432126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/09/awesome-weekends.html' title='awesome weekends.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115773960207156557</id><published>2006-09-09T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T02:30:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are my aphrodisiac.</title><content type='html'>i can't remember when was the last time i went to my aunt's place with my parents, when was the last time i went out with my parents and when was the last time i had takeaways for dinner with my parents. even though i hate being in this kind of fkup situation, i still love my family plentyplenty. i really hope all these shit are just temporary. anyway, petty julie is going china on the 16th for 10 fking days but this time, without uncle lim. i can't imagine days without my mom around cos it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i am totally addicted to this all thanks to bern:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/200/awesomeshot-0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/200/awesomeshot-0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the sex; the orgasm. no, i'm not exaggerating. trust me, it taste damn good! by the way, it's from marks and spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is pretty much eventful as compared to the previous one, though i'm still jobless, still bumming around and still nocturnal. but what made this week so much fun are theboy, tanning sessions with bern &amp; pris, meetup with my beautifulmountain and coffee with my childhood friend. totally awesome and i foresee that my weekends will be even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(image-heavy ahead)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/04092006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/04092006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day of tanning; just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0034.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0034.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, theboy dropped by and decided to be maria for few minutes at bern's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0052.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with emelia for 'dinner' and ben&amp;jerry's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was with jaslyn for prawnmee and starbucks @ liat tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0209.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ended my thursday with theboy. littleman, subway in the theatre, starbucks @ ex-hellosingtel.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/07092006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/07092006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, theboy got his hair snipped off and now he has to style his mohawk everytime he's out. else, he has to wear a cap. it's okay, he's still the &lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, it's really hard to blog such a long entry especially when blogger was being such an anal when it came to uploading multiple pictures at one go. right, i'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115773960207156557?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115773960207156557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115773960207156557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115773960207156557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115773960207156557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-are-my-aphrodisiac.html' title='you are my aphrodisiac.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115748120145744135</id><published>2006-09-06T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T02:33:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boys will always be boys, no doubt about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115748120145744135?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115748120145744135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115748120145744135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115748120145744135'/><link 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last night, pris and i headed down to zouk for a taste of mambo after work and boy, it was awesome! the music at phuture was quite disappointing so the both of us decided to stay with jessica at zouk instead. i'm glad we didn't make the wrong choice. man, i sooo loovvveeeee mambo night! oh, and theboy came down to join us for awhile before he left to meet the guys for drinking again. omg, i sooo loveeee my boyfriend too. anyway, emelia, we must hang out soon okay! i miss you so much and when are you gonna reply my text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics pris and i took while skiving during work (we were the waitresses for a night);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;soft drinks were what we have for that night. no alcohols.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;keeping a lookout for our supervisor.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0193.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0193.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;omg, don't we look horrible in that bow tie?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;okay, last shot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0190.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0190.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just few hours back, i went to meet bernicelee for tehpeng&amp;rojaktheahlianstyle at this kopitiam near her place. we had so much to talk about that i almost forgot the time. mom was being a bitch by calling every 10 mins after 10pm to check where am i. fine, i was home at 11pm and she is already asleep. so what's the point of nagging and screaming at me for coming home late when everytime i come home, i have to face such thing? anyway, out of the few pictures we took using my phone, i think these are the most decent ones;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/lift.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/lift.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is one long entry so i'm gonna end it with 2 collages of pictures taken at the beginning of the week. click on them to have a clearer view.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/tanmyass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/tanmyass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/muchlove.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/muchlove.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115705272122778882?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115705272122778882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115705272122778882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115705272122778882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115705272122778882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/09/mambo-virgin-no-more.html' title='mambo-virgin no more.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115669906015479547</id><published>2006-08-28T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:19:58.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at the rate i'm spending on unnecessary stuffs, i will be borrowing money from loansharks. i need a job and i'm not gonna be choosy anymore. cos i fking need money. i don't wanna receive a warning letter from m1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i don't like the way i behaved today, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i love myself alot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC00728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC00728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC00739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC00739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the tenants are moving out on the 13th of september. i can finally move back to woodgrove and have a room for myself. reckon we can move in this october. yayness! i can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115669906015479547?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115669906015479547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115669906015479547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115669906015479547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115669906015479547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-rate-im-spending-on-unnecessary.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115661884508896779</id><published>2006-08-27T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T03:00:45.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/timmy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/timmy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timothy Posted 2/4/2005&lt;br /&gt;jennifer is the nicest girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;she'll never scold you.&lt;br /&gt;she'll never pinch you.&lt;br /&gt;she'd never make you wait fer 50 mins.&lt;br /&gt;she'd never take your shirt.&lt;br /&gt;and she's never vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;(i don't believe i just lied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. this was what i found when i looked through the testimonials i have in friendster. it's hilarious. omg, i miss theboy already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115661884508896779?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115661884508896779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115661884508896779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115661884508896779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115661884508896779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/08/timothy-posted-242005-jennifer-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115640215323164336</id><published>2006-08-24T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:49:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>image-heavy</title><content type='html'>yes, i'm finally done with exams and the school vacation is here. yayness! have been mugging for the past week but i think i wasn't really prepared for the 2 papers i had. anyhow, i just hope i can pass both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my polygirlfriends are going myanmar in 2 days time and i'm gonna miss them. girlies, please take care of yourselves and i hope you girls have a enjoyable and safe trip there, even tho it's all about helping the kids there. and since evelyn won't be reading this, jia'en, please take good care of our ziorberg;ms sotongqueen. i don't want her to get beaten up by the locals just 'cos she's naggy and blur. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my last paper was 2 days back. we didn't feel much excitement after we left the examination room, just relieved that we don't have to study day and night for one fking paper. we headed down to town for lunch and walked around till late. i'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0100.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0100.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0099.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0099.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0119_.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0119_.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0114_.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0114_.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/spastic(004).4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/spastic%28004%29.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0111_.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0111_.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/lifecycle.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/lifecycle.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/spastic%28015%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/spastic%28015%29.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/spastic%28018%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/spastic%28018%29.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0134.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0134.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/j%26p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/j%26p.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0142_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0142_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0160_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0160_.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0165_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0165_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0156.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;after many attempts of last shot for the day, we settled for this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/lastshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/lastshot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm going out now. will upload the rest later. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115640215323164336?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115640215323164336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115640215323164336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115640215323164336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115640215323164336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/08/image-heavy.html' title='image-heavy'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115601570184155863</id><published>2006-08-20T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T03:33:53.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo-jen</title><content type='html'>the perpetual menstrual cramps have been irritating the crap out of me and i so feel like jumping down from the thirteen. the feeling was so terrible that it made me cry damn hard. no, the pink pill doesn't work on me, so there's no remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i laid on my sofa, i stared hard at my reflection on the tv screen and began to think. i cried even harder. it has been awhile ever since i last felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iwanttosleepiwanttosleepiwanttosleepiwanttosleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iwanttosleepiwanttosleepiwanttosleepiwanttosleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iwanttosleepiwanttosleepiwanttosleepiwanttosleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iwanttosleepiwanttosleepiwanttosleepiwanttosleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115601570184155863?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115601570184155863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115601570184155863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115601570184155863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115601570184155863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/08/emo-jen.html' title='emo-jen'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115548936564082967</id><published>2006-08-14T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:29:28.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are so very special.</title><content type='html'>theboy has been really sweet these days and i'm a very happy girl. don't worry, i'm not gonna go into mushy mushy details on what he did and all, you guys just have to know that our relationship is going strong and that's that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now the part where it is irrelevant to the title in one way or another. the highlight of my life for the past few days would definitely be the fireworks display and the dinner with theboy's family at the esplanade. other than that, the rest of the days were spent mainly on mugging and sleeping. anyway, i'm just glad that the dinner turned out fine and i had a great time with thefamily, laughing at thedad's jokes and playing monopoly with nicole. i really hope i would be able to go hongkong with theboy end of this year. think the main obstacles now are petty julie and fyp. fk that shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, less talk more pictures. here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;same pose for the rest of the pictures.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how fair i am in the picture? i just can't stand being this fair. tanning will be the top priority among the todos after exam. and yes, screw exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115548936564082967?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115548936564082967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115548936564082967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115548936564082967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115548936564082967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-so-very-special.html' title='you are so very special.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115528596693089328</id><published>2006-08-11T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:51:50.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last night's conversation with daorensu made me feel extremely guilty. i don't know how we ended up talking about national day parade, all i know was that i told him "i slept through the entire ndp." and then, it all started from there. he said something like this "wahlao jennifer, you from kalimantan is it? slept through the entire ndp. you are not a singaporean at all!" okay, it's not that i don't love Singapore at all! i was on medication that was why i fell asleep after i got home from the doctor's. i love Singapore alot and that is one of the reason i don't want to leave for melb okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise daorensu that i will watch the repeat telecast of ndp. and he said this "okay, i will test you. like how many fireworks were displayed, what was Mr President wearing, what was the color of the vehicle that sent Mr President to the stadium." omg, i can't believe he's serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law paper is this coming wednesday and i have yet to study. i have been neglecting my studies ever since the study week started and i feel bad about it. i sleep like i haven't sleep for days. i eat like i have been starving since young. man, at the rate i'm going, i would definitely grow sideways and become the fat jenny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so gonna start studying after this. right, goodbye people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115528596693089328?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115528596693089328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115528596693089328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115528596693089328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115528596693089328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/08/singapore-love.html' title='singapore love.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115506846902674677</id><published>2006-08-09T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T04:21:09.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over the rainbow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the much needed tlc and, the little gestures of showing how much you care and all just warm my heart. thank you so much for always being there for me, through the good and bad times. i really appreciate everything you have done. even though it makes me look like an idiot, i don't care. the thought of you just put a smile on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're addictive and i'm addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115506846902674677?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115506846902674677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115506846902674677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115506846902674677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115506846902674677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/08/over-rainbow.html' title='over the rainbow.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115453378283734096</id><published>2006-08-02T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:54:46.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fedex boy, the concretegirl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/entry_pic_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/entry_pic_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, you conned me into adding you, you pseudo concrete girl! for the past one year plus, we haven't seen each other in real life and god knows how we keep our online bestfriend-ship ongoing. natural curls (both of us have it), late night chats and countless 'nehnehs', we fantasized about cadbury blackforest falling from the sky. okay, this may not be true but never question our love for cadbury blackforest. and fedex is definitely our choice for delivery services. my memory is improving and seet's is going downhill. that's bad, very bad. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115453378283734096?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115453378283734096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115453378283734096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115453378283734096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115453378283734096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/08/fedex-boy-concretegirl.html' title='fedex boy, the concretegirl.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115367715107261510</id><published>2006-07-24T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:59:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess procastination doesn't do much good to anyone, everyone. But heck. I am totally not in the mood to do my law assignment now. I wanted very much to continue with part b of question 1 (yes, i'm still at question 1!) but my brain just refused to function. Guess i will go get some sleep and continue doing it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be a hectic week and i am so not looking forward to school. FYP is a bitch. School is a bitch. WHY DO WE STILL HAVE TO TAKE NAFA TEST?! Fk. I seriously can't remember when was the last time i actually run 2.4km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had a great weekend and i'm yearning for more. Saturday, i headed down to Fareast right after i'm done with my project meeting to watch theboy's performance and boy, it was awesome! I remember telling Aaron this: "the Guitarist rocks" before i started giggling to myself. Fking silly, i know but i don't care. He just rocks my world inside out. (: A short meet up with Emelia and James simply make my sunday better. Took a few pictures with my crazybestestdeariegirlfriend but its in her camera so i will only upload it after she send me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image786.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday's Saint Maverick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look what i found when i got home. This picture still sits comfortably on my laptop. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muchlove to theboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emelia, remember our after-exam date(s). Love you still.&lt;br /&gt;Pris, i know you aren't growing any taller but you're already on cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;Bern, eyebrow threading and little india soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, the bed is calling so goodnight people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115367715107261510?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115367715107261510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115367715107261510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115367715107261510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115367715107261510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/07/feed-me.html' title='feed me'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115322908003774576</id><published>2006-07-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:31:36.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proud-not</title><content type='html'>So i'm done with one chapter, 2 more chapters to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether i should feel proud about me mugging for my financial management paper 2 days before the test. Everyone has already started mugging during the weekends and what was i doing then? I neglected studies for fun. I feel so guilty about it can! So today, i was so motivated to study that i can't wait for school to end. However, the motivation slowly faded as the clock ticked towards 5pm. I was half-dead by the end of the day. Thank god i managed to get my ass out of the lecture hall and walked to the station. Even seeing theboy didn't make me feel any better. It's not my fault. I was simply too lerthagic to do anything, let alone talk. These days, i have been feeling extremely tired and god knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro was extremely surprised that i'm home at 1740hrs and he said "wah, i'm going to buy lottery tomorrow. confirm win one." I didn't give him the desire response. All i did was "Hur. kor, not funny." and walked to my room. It's not my fault again. So after i'm done with bathing and all, i took out my fm notes and started thinking of stupid things. I wished that i can master everything just by staring at it. Okay, I tried but it failed. I know it's lame but my brain wasn't on fm anymore. I became restless 20mins into mugging session so i sat on my bed, thinking that it would be better to sit at somewhere comfy while mugging. Hell, that was one wrong choice. I fell asleep eventually and i dreamt that i was doing my fm paper with a blank mind. Fking scary i tell you. Luckily, grandpa woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing gettyimages.com and i saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/myfuture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/myfuture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but i'm really like this picture. I think my life would be like that after i turn 21. Messy house, tons of shopping bags, messy house again and, just me and my boy. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, people, Dashboard Confessionals' new songs are nice and i personally like Dusk and Summer. Such meaningful lyrics. It has been playing on my windowmedia for a long time and i'm still not sick of it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, idle time is over so i'm going back to fm. I wish all of us can pull through this stressful and tough period together. And Tan Jia'en, i think i love you more and more. Please love me more too. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i made you mine and i wanna hold you close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115322908003774576?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115322908003774576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115322908003774576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115322908003774576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115322908003774576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/07/proud-not.html' title='proud-not'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115304100471085265</id><published>2006-07-16T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:10:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot pirates!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time ever since i last blogged about what i did during the day and stuffs like that. Since i've completed what ever things i need to do (except mugging for FM) and there is alot of time to waste, i decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intention to study was chucked behind our head and we ended up spending the Saturday lazing at his place. So after few hours of doing nothing but listening to Dashboard Confessional, we decided to step out of our comfort zone and theboy suggested Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest at The Cathay. Okay, we didn't manage to get seats there so Lido was our last resort. After dinner at Pepper Lunch, we have 4 hours to rot (fyi, the movie starts at 10.45pm) so we walked from Lido to Wheelock Borders then to Starbucks. Good iceblended coffee, warm chocolate cake, cigs, magazine, newpaper and most of all, good company. I like. (: An hour or so later, we decided to leave for Lido. And guess what, the urge to shop came back. This feeling is a bitch cos i was extremely broke and am still one now. The negotiation with Petty Julie failed yet again. Urgh. Luckily, i have a kind sister. She said she will get me a new wallet when she get her next pay (cos i was complaining that my wallet is old and ugly now). So being the 'good' sister, theboy and i went Isetan to look for wallets. Braun Bruffel has nice wallets for both genders and I'm so gonna ask my sis to buy one for me. hah. Anyway, the movie was awesome and i don't mind watching it again! The movie ended at 1++am and going down Esplande for Baybeats was out of the question (since it ends at 2am) so we decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/logo_main.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/logo_main.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/depp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/bloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/bloom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom are HOT, aren't they? They are definitely drool-worthy. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm done with whatever i want to blog about. Guess i have to find some entertainment for later. There's school tomorrow and i totally dread that. Now, i think odd number is a jinx to my education life (inside story). This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115304100471085265?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115304100471085265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115304100471085265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115304100471085265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115304100471085265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hot-pirates.html' title='Hot pirates!'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115290116115908282</id><published>2006-07-15T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:23:39.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter than sunshine.</title><content type='html'>This morning, my scv went haywire and i thought doom day is coming and i panicked. You see, I can't live without my scv and i think it is the best invention ever made in Singapore. Everyday, I get to watch cartoon network, discovery travel and living, starworld and MTV. What's more, they are airing Rockstar: Supernova and boy is that awesome! I caught the previous series and i'm totally addicted to it. So previously, J.D Fortune was crowned the lead singer for INXS. Now, i wonder who will be the lead singer for Supernova. This is so much better than watching Singapore idol (though there are some good ones). So the day before, my family and i were sitting infront of the tv, watching StarWorld. I don't know how but we began cheering for the contestants we like. Fyi, we were watching Singapore idol but everyone thought that it was boring so i suggested Rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim was telling us his stories about tattoos and stuffs. And he said something which tickled my funny bones.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Last time, i wanna get a tattoo like that. (pointing at Tommy Lee)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? Then why didn't you get it? It's damn cool larh.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why? (he turned to look at my mom) Cos she kaobeh larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Petty Julie turned and looked at him before smacking his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not exactly what he said that made me laugh. It's the way my mom and dad fought and made up at the end of the arguement, the way my dad cursed and swore like nobody's business and came home listening to whatever my mom said, and many more. It really warms the heart. They are loving in their own way. Though Petty Julie and Uncle Lim always get on my nerve, i love them still. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tan has faded and i look like a white chick now. I really need to tan but i just can't find the time to get my ass out to the beach. And fk, I really need to talk to Petty Julie about the pay increment. It's GSS and i only got one mango top. Wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115290116115908282?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115290116115908282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115290116115908282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115290116115908282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115290116115908282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/07/brighter-than-sunshine.html' title='Brighter than sunshine.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115262346197309383</id><published>2006-07-11T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:17:10.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy sunday.</title><content type='html'>Okay, i'm too lazy to blog about sunday so i shall let the pictures do the talking. Though theboy's gig was postponed due to the rainy weather, i had fun windowshopping with these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;bern &amp; pris&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(448).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28448%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(449).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28449%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(458).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28458%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(468).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28468%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(471).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28471%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(478).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28478%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(483).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28483%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(484).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28484%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(500).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28500%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(502).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28502%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(504).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28504%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(505).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28505%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(508).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28508%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(509).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28509%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(511).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28511%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;boy-wannabes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(513).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28513%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(514).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28514%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(515).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(525).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28525%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;The battle of the couples&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/awesomeshot-0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/awesomeshot-0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Image(530).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Image%28530%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emelia, we must hang out soon.&lt;br /&gt;Bern and Pris, we will hang out soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm logging off. Goodbye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115262346197309383?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115262346197309383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115262346197309383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115262346197309383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115262346197309383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/07/crazy-sunday.html' title='crazy sunday.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115237385608609605</id><published>2006-07-08T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:50:56.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello rockstar.</title><content type='html'>And suddenly, i miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so why did you make me love you so much?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115237385608609605?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115237385608609605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115237385608609605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115237385608609605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115237385608609605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-rockstar_08.html' title='hello rockstar.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115210928513830272</id><published>2006-07-05T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:23:16.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good ol' days.</title><content type='html'>Last week, theboy sent me a folder of pictures we took and i couldn't help but laugh as i look through them when i was over at his place. I really miss those times, though i'm happy with what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes when you look back at what you have done, you often think that "why didn't i do this" "why didn't i do that". Well, that was exactly what i thought. Still, what's done have been done. No use crying over spilled milk. I'm glad that i managed to trash things out with &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; i love. We are good now. And i'm hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway EMELIA, my brother said i can stay in singapore if i want to because by the time the application to migrate to melb is approved, i will be 21. We can shop till we drop and you can crash my place as and when you like! Happy not?! I'm so looking forward to it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;good ol' days, we love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115210928513830272?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115210928513830272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115210928513830272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115210928513830272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115210928513830272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-ol-days.html' title='good ol&apos; days.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115149269988842561</id><published>2006-06-28T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:51:13.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello my ex-bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>A picture says a thousand words. Lately those words have been all I've heard, telling me of all the memories I miss, each and every word. Looking at these pictures of the past and all the fun we shared, all of the good times, I remember how much you cared. We used to be so tight and it would take so much to pull us apart. Little did we know that the pulling would soon start. It was like a fire of despair, together we were lighting. Then came the taking sides and the splitting of us in half. Never again would we share that fun. Never again would we share a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wish things were the way they were. I used to wish we could go back in time. I used to wish we could just start all over. Back when we were in our prime. But as for the bread of friendship, its been fed to the birds. At least so I've been told by these pictures thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember crashing your place after a night of fun with the class. We went bra-less in pyjamas and talked our hearts out. I dozed off while you continue to rant about your problems and woke up to find that it's already morning with you sleeping soundly beside me. I was smiling from ear to ear. Last year's valentine's day was the hardest to get by but you managed to pull me through. The sunflower you gave was lovely and it warmed my heart. Everything was cool until last december. Forget december and shed no tears, they say. But i kept holding on, even to the slightest hint of hope. I don't know how things started to turn sour, all i remember was you turning your back at me. It stinged and that sucks. Bestfriends forever, we once said. But all the fun and laughters we shared have already been flushed down the drain. I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, you came back, with "shitloads of apologises" and "would prolly see you around". I felt numb and i didn't know what to say. I don't know what you are up to. Insincere was what i thought. I realised things will never be the same again. Maybe we left too many things unsaid and it piled up to this problem between us now. I don't know what is coming after this and all i can do is to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure, i will never allow myself to falter because of you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115149269988842561?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115149269988842561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115149269988842561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115149269988842561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115149269988842561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-my-ex-bestfriend.html' title='Hello my ex-bestfriend.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115117414627942305</id><published>2006-06-25T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:37:09.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather is hot and humid. I even sweat in a 16-degree environment. I'm falling sick and my throat is hurting like a mad bitch. I tossed and turned on the bed, listened to something corporate and i began to get emo. It's time like this that i wish i have the entire room to myself. The songs got me into a lousy mood so i decided to go to the living room and watch cartoonnetwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pms. Fk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115117414627942305?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115117414627942305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115117414627942305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115117414627942305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115117414627942305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/06/weather-is-hot-and-humid.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115106481787632228</id><published>2006-06-23T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:16:22.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The anger still swells in my guts.</title><content type='html'>Since the last entry, nothing much has change. My mother is still behaving like a mad woman, reducing allowance as and when she likes, and asking her &lt;strong&gt;poor &lt;/strong&gt;(literally) daughter to pay her own phone bill. World cup fever is still on and now my entire family is making so much noise about me going home late. "If you still continue to be like this, don't blame me for doing something undesirable." Sometimes, mothers should put themselves in our shoes. They don't know what we are going through. I tried telling her the truth but she always treat it as a lie so i might as well not tell her whatever shit i did. She always want to have a say in whatever i do. Like hello, i'm nineteen! I should be the one making decision right now. It really upset me alot when i realised how terrible my family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i should be thankful that i have a roof above me, food to eat, money to spend and school to study but sometimes i feel like running away. I have been making plans on moving out. To where? I don't know. I just don't want to live in this horrible cell. I am so fking depressed now. So emo that i let my thoughts linger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that i have theboy with me for the past 2 days. Really appreciate his company. I just wish that time will just stop and let me slowly savour every moment i have with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Picture%20010%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Picture%20010%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting and that totally sucks. Bill dues on the 26th and i'm totally broke. I really need to work but fyp is one major obstacle. If only mommy isn't on menopause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115106481787632228?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115106481787632228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115106481787632228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115106481787632228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115106481787632228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/06/anger-still-swells-in-my-guts.html' title='The anger still swells in my guts.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115030784027456062</id><published>2006-06-15T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T02:03:37.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World cup, i love.</title><content type='html'>The only time you see my entire family in the living room, watching tv and munching on tibits, is when soccer fever is in. World cup, i love. Not that i watch every match of it (i know nothing about soccer) but it got me all so hyper everytime i see the guys trying to shoot and stuffs. Needless to say, there are definitely hot guys (think Beckham and Nakata) to drool at too. I didn't watch this morning's match. I heard Brazil played a lousy match and was quite upset about it. I hope England will win though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's meetup with theboy was totally last minute and unexpected but still, i had fun. I can't wait for the weekends to come. E, i don't think we are joining you this saturday for world cup. I foresee a round of naggings from mommy if i will to go. So sorry. Perhaps next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some outdated photos. I'm going to bed. Goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/eve&amp;jenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/eve%26jenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/yy&amp;jenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/yy%26jenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/pris&amp;jenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/pris%26jenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/eme&amp;jenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/eme%26jenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115030784027456062?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115030784027456062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115030784027456062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115030784027456062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115030784027456062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-i-love.html' title='World cup, i love.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115005655004287899</id><published>2006-06-12T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T04:09:10.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate being part of this family.</title><content type='html'>When will all these naggings cease? I need some space to myself. And i really need that little thing called PRIVACY. You made me wonder why am i part of this family. Don't be surprise that one day i leave the house without a word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LARH. I CAN'T WAIT TO TURN 21!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115005655004287899?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115005655004287899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115005655004287899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115005655004287899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115005655004287899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-being-part-of-this-family.html' title='i hate being part of this family.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-115000844470326267</id><published>2006-06-11T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T14:51:29.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i am 21.</title><content type='html'>I wish i am 21. So that i can move out of this horrible cell and get an apartment of my own (or maybe rent one, depending on my financial status). Stock up vodka, coronas and greenteas, and have house party every week. Have a little pup as my pet and have a cd rack filled with lots of drama series and movies to keep me occupied. I can do retail therapy like there's no tomorrow and i don't have to face the muchhated naggings from my mommy when i come home. I can watch lesbian drama at home as and when i like (I don't even dare to watch the L word when i'm at home cos mommy would definitely scream at me if she sees whatever is on the screen). I can hog onto the phone and sleep at the same time without fearing that mommy will pop out of nowhere and scare the shits out of me. I can do whatever i want, like walking around the house naked or wearing only a panty to sleep (you know Singapore's weather is goddamn humid). and the list goes on... How nice would it be to have a place of my own. Pris and i were thinking of moving out after we turn 21 and stay together. I really hope this will happen cos i think staying with a friend is better than staying with the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy and i think that we can't stay in Singapore since we keep complaining that the weather is fking hot and humid. The boy is sick and I think i am going to fall sick soon. I can't wait to meet E cos we have not seen each other for such a long time. And i can't wait to see the boy too. Mommy is thinking of buying a new place together with Bro and i suggested Braddell Heights or Kovan (since hk cafe is there). Well, they are still deciding on it. It's either new house or back to Woodgrove. Nevermind about that, cos i think Woodgrove is a nice place too since it was the place i grow up in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Sometimes i wish i wasn't born in this family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think i'm damn random today. I'm going out to meet E soon and i will be back with lots of pictures (i hope). Bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-115000844470326267?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/115000844470326267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=115000844470326267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115000844470326267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/115000844470326267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wish-i-am-21.html' title='i wish i am 21.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114964860023906734</id><published>2006-06-07T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T13:07:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sisterly love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/29529174655823l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/29529174655823l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's the only one in the family i can really talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 my sis truckloads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114964860023906734?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114964860023906734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114964860023906734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114964860023906734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114964860023906734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/06/sisterly-love.html' title='sisterly love.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114918096331032829</id><published>2006-06-02T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:06:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck privacy-intruder.</title><content type='html'>I really need my own room.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck privacy-intruder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114918096331032829?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114918096331032829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114918096331032829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114918096331032829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114918096331032829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/06/fuck-privacy-intruder.html' title='Fuck privacy-intruder.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114865742024082388</id><published>2006-05-26T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:30:20.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot dude.</title><content type='html'>hello happy-pill.&lt;br /&gt;hello theonlyonewhocanmakemesad-pill.&lt;br /&gt;you're addictive and i'm addicted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114865742024082388?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114865742024082388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114865742024082388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114865742024082388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114865742024082388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hot-dude.html' title='hot dude.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114795777879596268</id><published>2006-05-18T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:07:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triggerhappy.</title><content type='html'>So it's all POSITIVE POSITIVE POSITIVE and i'm smiling smiling smiling. I'm glad i've cleared the misunderstandings and I guess we are fine now. I hope things will remain this way or even better.  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114795777879596268?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114795777879596268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114795777879596268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114795777879596268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114795777879596268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/05/triggerhappy.html' title='triggerhappy.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114727309953479238</id><published>2006-05-10T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:48:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i had fun.</title><content type='html'>It really upset me alot when my bro raised his voice at me hours before my birthday and he gave me attitude the next morning i woke up. He only remembered it's my birthday when he saw me coming home with presents. My parents weren't any better. They came home in the evening when i was about to go out. Mom's naggings totally dampened my mood. How fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, 05052006 went pretty well than i expected. Delicious nydc cheesecake and mango cake by the classmates and magi-lovelies respectively, i simply couldn't hide my teeth. And when the presents came, i got a good shock and teared. Levi's jeans and m)phosis top. They are such nice people. Back home to get changed and wait for Eve and En to come over. I swear these two girls were taking their own sweet time. We were supposed to meet 730pm and guess where were they at that time? Bedok and Choa Chu Kang. Pro-latecomers. Nevermind about that because i was taking my own sweet time to prepare as well. lol. Headed to ClarkeQuay HaagenDaaz and i really love that place. The manager was so sweet! He overheard our conversation and knew that i'm the birthday girl. He off-ed the lights, presented the fondue we ordered (with candle) and got the people in the shop to sing birthday song to me. I was smiling from ear to ear can! I appreciate what he did and i'm really satisfied with their service. So people, go there often eh! :D Yes, it was to MOS after that. I don't know what's wrong with me, i just refused to dance. Moodswing i guess. It was when C brought me to the Main Arena that i totally let loose. I left the place at 4am and headed to supper before Raychann drove me home. All in all, i think my 19th birthday was fun. I had a blast. Thanks people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Untitled-1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Untitled-1.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Untitled-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Untitled-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will upload the pictures taken recently when i'm free. For now, let me finish up my cornflakes and indulge in my beauty sleep. Night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114727309953479238?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114727309953479238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114727309953479238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114727309953479238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114727309953479238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/05/but-i-had-fun.html' title='but i had fun.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114619558533803414</id><published>2006-04-28T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:39:45.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people change.</title><content type='html'>e: you reap what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114619558533803414?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114619558533803414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114619558533803414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114619558533803414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114619558533803414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/04/people-change.html' title='people change.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114580497732413762</id><published>2006-04-23T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:23:47.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's boring.</title><content type='html'>One week of school has just passed by and i must say my perception of school hasn't change a bit. Forever feeling drowsy and not to mention, school sucks big time. First week of school and we already have to start our final year project. The worst has yet to come. Imagine when other modules' project come piling up. That is really "ho sei liao". Then we will be like a bird enclosed in a cage, cannot go out and do whatever we want to, must contribute all our time to studies, projects and FYP. OMG. Totally dread going to school but i am left with no choice. I HAVE VOWED THAT I WILL WORK HARD FOR MY FINAL YEAR. I WANNA GO UNI. So from tomorrow onwards, i'm going to school religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, somebody told me something about anon (i'm not gonna reveal that person's name here so i shall call that person anon from now onwards) which shocked me big time. After what had happened for the past few months, anon is currently listed in my top 10 bitch chart. Anon is really unpredictable and i hate that fact that anon is acting ohsoinnocentforwhatfuckidontknow. I just don't understand why i can't get anon out of my life. Maybe anon is seeking revenge from previous life. WTF. Damn corny i know but whatever. By all means, i need to stop letting things that are related to anon to bother me. I'm thankful that after one incident, i saw anon's true colours. Damn fugly please. I don't understand why people just adore anon so much. Nevermind about that cos GOD IS FAIR (quoted from my hawt babe, E). After so much, i really think E and i are better than anon (i'm not being thick-skin here). Right E? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna devote all my time to school after my birthday. No life but i have no choice. Speaking about my birthday, IT'S COMING. 05 MAY. Please remember. :D :D E, i really hope you can come. Even though it means lying to your mom that you're gonna stay over at my place. Pretty please.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall be a good girl, go to bed and wake up early for school tomorrow. Night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114580497732413762?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114580497732413762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114580497732413762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114580497732413762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114580497732413762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/04/schools-boring.html' title='school&apos;s boring.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114528305040339525</id><published>2006-04-17T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:15:07.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-declared off day.</title><content type='html'>Thank god that itp ended pre-maturely (supposed to end on the 15th of April but since my job is a 5 days week and friday is public holiday, i was free after the 13th). The feeling of liberation is fking good. You know when you don't have to face that disgusting, smelly piggy boss every weekday and you don't have to step into the dirty and dusty office ever again, the air around you seems cleaner and fresher. Now, i can recuperate in a cleaner environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friday is good friday which means no work. Went tanning with my colleagues from MBA, aiting and shujun. Well, the sun didn't last. After 1 hour of tanning, dark clouds began to crowd above us and it's time for us to get out of sentosa. Shopping after that was fruitful. I totally love this duo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my entire poly life, i didn't go to school on the first day of the semester. I slept all the way till 12++pm as the sun nearly burned my ass. And the first thing i did when i woke up? On the computer, switched on Window Media Player and played Feel it by Black Eyed Peas. Washed up, had my brunch and started editing pictures. I feel great wasting my time doing stupid stuffs and napping. Yawns- I still feel tired. Man, itp really drained 3/4 of my energy away. No matter how much i sleep, i still have heavy eyebags and tiredness will never leave me alone. Somebody tell me how to get rid of them please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114528305040339525?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114528305040339525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114528305040339525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114528305040339525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114528305040339525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/04/self-declared-off-day.html' title='self-declared off day.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114485759869879614</id><published>2006-04-12T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:59:58.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm gay. (:</title><content type='html'>I'm a happy girl today. &lt;br /&gt;Finally got my bikini and heels. Oh, and i received my first birthday present as well. Jas bought me this bag which i like it alot. I just realised that it has a fredperry-lookalike logo (which means that bag is a fake fredperry bag) BUT who cares man, i REALLY like it alot. THANKS DARLING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, I'M A HAPPY GIRL TODAY (i love to repeat). :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114485759869879614?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114485759869879614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114485759869879614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114485759869879614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114485759869879614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-gay.html' title='i&apos;m gay. (:'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114425172046616425</id><published>2006-04-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:42:00.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fking hilarious.</title><content type='html'>Feeling bored? Click &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;uid=2662337"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to have a good laugh. For better effect, view the photos before reading "who i want to meet". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues and i almost fell off the chair, laughing, while viewing this particular profile. So ppl, have fun. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Jia'en and co, this is the (dumb) guy from my workplace i was complaining about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114425172046616425?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114425172046616425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114425172046616425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114425172046616425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114425172046616425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/04/fking-hilarious.html' title='fking hilarious.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114412992805862067</id><published>2006-04-04T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:54:50.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on high.</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is one long-overdue post. Didn't have time to blog or rather, i'm simply too lazy to do so. I'm gonna blog one really short entry and the rest will be pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was to MOS on Saturday night. Besides getting a lil tipsy, i definitely had fun dancing and drinking the night away. I swear i didn't enjoy this much while clubbing at the disgusting CM (ppl, you should know why). The only bad thing at MOS is all the cigarette smoke. When will the government ban smoking in clubs? The secondhand smoke made me feel worse and i almost puked when i finally made it to the toilet. Luckily, Cam saved my day. Lemons really made me feel so much better and the next moment, i'm on the ground, ready to dance. Oh yeah, we tried dancing with this guy but he didn't show much reactions. We even sent our hottest girls, Clara and Camille, to dance with him but to no avail. Our conclusion, he's a gay. hurhur. We dancedanced till 5am before heading to chinatown for supper. I reached home at 7am and mom opened the door for me. I expected a round of scolding from her but she asked me to bathe and rest early instead. That's damn weird larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, i really love the club, company, dance and drinks and i'm addicted to lycheemartini and lemonslices. We really have to go there soon but not till so late as i don't want this to be the reason for couples to quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC00072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC00108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC00111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC00115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;CAMILLEE. hot like chillipadi.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC01687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC01687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC01690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC01690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC01691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC01691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;the teenage prodigy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC01693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC01693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;i love this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC01696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC01696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;the 2 scholars&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC01697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC01697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;when i was a lil high.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC01703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC01703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC01699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC01699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/DSC01711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/DSC01711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with the pics. Will do the collage when i'm feeling better. I'm on sick leave today and that fking headache came back again. What's more, i can't get my pay today! Screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114412992805862067?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114412992805862067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114412992805862067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114412992805862067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114412992805862067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-high.html' title='on high.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114381161406776719</id><published>2006-03-31T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:26:54.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jaded.</title><content type='html'>Past few days have been really hectic. With less than 8 hours of sleep daily, i merely pulled through the day half-dead. Now, i look like a walking zombie with deep eyebags and fair skin. This attachment makes me so jaded that there are things which i yearn to do but i just can't fulfill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna shop.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tan.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep 16 hours daily.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna chill out with my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna meet my sis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting all ecstatic cos itp is gonna end in 2 weeks time and thereafter, it's school and nomoreworkinginhell. No doubt that i will break the promise i made to my mom about not touching my pay once i get it. There are just too many things i wanna buy. Sorry mom.&lt;br /&gt;After much contemplating, i decided to get N70 only after my 2 years plan expires. Now, levis squarecut or not? I swear my mom is gonna scream at me if she knows about my plan of buying N70 and levis squarecut. My mom is always the main concern when it comes to shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did i mention that i'm starting to love my colleagues. Went shopping the other day and we hit off really well. What's more, we are planning to go tanning next week. Wweeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here are some outdated pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/JENNIFERRR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/JENNIFERRR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/whackyshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/whackyshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/underwatermode1j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/underwatermode1j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;bestfriend shot&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/strange&amp;beautiful1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/strange%26beautiful1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally took lots of pictures, can put them up on friendster LiAoZz. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to (almost) 3 years of friendship. Love you babe. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114381161406776719?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114381161406776719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114381161406776719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114381161406776719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114381161406776719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/03/jaded.html' title='jaded.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114285899730133670</id><published>2006-03-20T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:49:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sizzling hot.</title><content type='html'>I was surfing the net during the weekends and stumbled upon a few recent pictures of sethcohen (i think it sounds nicer than adambrody). Those pictures made me fall in love with him all over again. Seth looks totally different in those pictures. He's HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/big-smile_251x391.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/big-smile_251x391.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;So &lt;em&gt;coheny&lt;/em&gt;. Seth in The OC. CUTE! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/sethHOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/sethHOT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Featured in Nylon Guys. Totally different eh? HOTHOTHOT!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/normal_Image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/normal_Image5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna surf for more SethCohen (Coheny) and OliviaWilde (Olly) pictures during the weekends. HOHOHO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114285899730133670?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114285899730133670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114285899730133670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114285899730133670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114285899730133670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/03/sizzling-hot.html' title='sizzling hot.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114260607090423034</id><published>2006-03-17T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:34:30.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"this is ridiculous"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IT'S FRIDAY ALREADY!&lt;/strong&gt; Man, i have been anticipating for this day. The weekends are here and i still have no plan yet. Should i go shopping or should i stay home and spend my day by watching tv. I still can't make my own decision. Sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the worst day of my itp (tho there are a few more). Some stupid woman from a renowned bank kept screaming over the phone when we talked. Bitch. I have been tolerating every single shit i got from those bitches (i labelled them as bitches since they were being unreasonable). I swear these people will get their retribution. Losing your cool because we have not send your form to the bank for processing (since we do not have any supporting documents) shows how well you are being brought up. I have learned enough on ways to deal with the public and i'm damn sick of this task. I don't know what other things i can learn by calling customers everyday (today is the 10th day). What's more, my liaison officer hasn't visit us at the company yet! The second week of itp has just passed by and there are still 4 more weeks to go. Seriously, i can't wait to leave that horrible place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, results will be out on the 22nd of March and i'm really worried that i can't get a good grade. ): Everyone is saying that they think they will fail this and that but who is worse than me? Nobody. Sometimes i wonder whether i should go straight to work after i graduate. Dreams of getting into a uni seems so far away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114260607090423034?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114260607090423034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114260607090423034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114260607090423034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114260607090423034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-ridiculous.html' title='&quot;this is ridiculous&quot;'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114243388182864577</id><published>2006-03-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:41:22.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sinful indulgence</title><content type='html'>My diet plan crashed last night after meeting up with Jaslyn. We had Chinatown porridge and headed over to Clarke Quay for some desserts. Cash-strapped, the both of us decided to go Haagen Daaz for ice-cream. Initially, we wanted to get fondue but we settled for chocolate chocolate chip and macademia nut with banana and chocolate sauce instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm too tired to type so here are the pictures.:D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0104.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0104.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0105.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0105.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0110.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0110.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0111.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0111.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0118.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0118.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, an advanced HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, JAS! Hope you have a blast. &lt;br /&gt;ANTM before bedtime. Goodbye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114243388182864577?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114243388182864577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114243388182864577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114243388182864577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114243388182864577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/03/sinful-indulgence.html' title='sinful indulgence'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114209712519483903</id><published>2006-03-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:12:05.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killer heels.</title><content type='html'>So i went ahead with the plan of helping out at one of the roadshows my attachment company handles. As expected, it sucks to the core. I am so not gonna go back to help again. This is the worst job i have ever worked. Experience gained and that's it. So what if the pay seems attractive? The pay we get doesn't even compensate the pain and tiredness we had! What's more, i don't even know whether we are getting our pay or not since our sales were the worse among the promoters. bangs table-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 9 hours, i thought i was in hell. My friend and i were &lt;em&gt;wearing heels while standing under the scorching sun&lt;/em&gt;, promoting some credit cards for this new bank. We were f-ing thirsty and the burning sensation on my feet was totally unbearable. I almost cried. And it was damn scary 'cos my head were spinning merry-go-round and i nearly fell onto the floor. *&amp;^%$#@ I know you must be thinking, "no break meh?" Yes, break time was given and it's only half an hour (when we were told that it's one hour). WTF, 30 mins is not even enough for me to go toilet and then find a seat before queuing for food. I only had currypuff for dinner today can! URGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITP and this roadshow promoter shit have already made me upset. The thought of not having someone there for me made me feel even worse. I have been thinking, am i the one neglecting my friends or are they the one leaving me. Well, probably both. One by one, my friends left me. My social circle has never expand since god knows when. Consequently, my social life sucks and so is my social skills. This is one major matter. I NEED MY FRIENDS! (I'm indirectly hinting here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days sacrified for work and i'm only left with the last day of the week to enjoy. Tomorrow's plan will be bugis and IT show with eme before heading down to town for dinner with jake. I hope everything will be good before i get my ass back to the damn office on monday. prays-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114209712519483903?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114209712519483903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114209712519483903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114209712519483903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114209712519483903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/03/killer-heels.html' title='killer heels.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114174506154901547</id><published>2006-03-07T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:29:55.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fking tired.</title><content type='html'>I finally have the time to blog! All thanks to this attachment, I have been reaching home with a foul mood. I was too tired to answer any of my mom's questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our supervisor said we will start work at 10am and end work at 6pm. We only work on weekdays. I swear the tasks given are not as easy as what you think. He mentioned that extra income can be earned during the weekends if we want to work at the roadshow (not included in the allowance which means it is not compulsory). We are still considering whether to take up the 'part-time' or not 'cos we have alot to memorise if we are promoting the credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, guess what time we left work yesterday? Close to 8pm. FUCK! WE WERE SO DAMN PISSED. And today, they gave us one pile of application forms 2 hours before 6pm. We haven't even finish calling 1/4 of the application forms and it was already 6pm! We wanted to leave badly but our boss seemed so busy. In the end, we left our work place at close to 7pm. We are like some cheap labour. nehneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after working for 2 days, i have come up with 7 hate(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE THE FACT THAT WE COULDN'T LEAVE OUR WORKPLACE AT 6PM. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE CALLING CUSTOMERS IN THE MORNING AND GET SCOLDING FROM THEM BEFORE HANGING UP. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE DOING ALL THE CALLINGS WHEN THE SENIORS ARE SLACKING AROUND (since their work are given to us) INSTEAD OF HELPING US. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE THE ENVIRONMENT IN THE COMPANY. ITS FKING DIRTY AND MESSY. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE THIS CHINA GIRL WHO THINKS SHE'S FKING PRO. ACT ONLY CAN! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE FACING THE BACK OF THE COMPUTER WHILE WORKING ON MY TASKS (most of the tables are used). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE SHARING THE PHONE (not many phones there are in working condition).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed there are more to come so expect more of this, people.&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, that's about it. Will be back on Friday for more rantings. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114174506154901547?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114174506154901547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114174506154901547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114174506154901547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114174506154901547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/03/fking-tired.html' title='fking tired.'/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114145855024321780</id><published>2006-03-04T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:42:31.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New url, new layout. I'm lovin' every bit of it. (:&lt;br /&gt;I won't do stupid introduction here and rant about the difficulties i've faced while using blogspot BECAUSE i was a blogspot user and am still one. How could i forsake blogspot and move on to other blog-hosting website? Oh well, curiosity kills. That's why i went to subscribe for livejournal. Editing template in livejournal is like me living in a foreign country all by myself. So, i'm done with lj and moved back here. I'm more familiar with the blogspotfunctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semestral vacation is finally here but i can only enjoy 4 days of liberation. Attachment is the day after tomorrow, i'm fking excited. :D I didn't get to familiarise the route to my workplace yet and it would never happen. I have to pack my room again today and i'm gonna help out in the shifting of my grandpa's stuffs to my house tomorrow. I asked my mom whether i can go out tomorrow afternoon after we are done shifting and she replied, "No, don't even think about it." Urgh, Eme ba-be, i guess i can only meet you next week. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the 3 days of busywithgrandpa'smovinginshit, i managed to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;I went East Coast Park with a few of my classmates yesterday and cycled till we got sun-burnt. However, the pain is like an ant-bite as compared to the one i got when i was in my primary school (i swam at my uncle's place from morning till evening under the hot sun, imagine the degree of burnt i had.). Went Parkway after that before heading to eme's place. It's fun doing all the girly stuffs you know, making bracelet and stuffs. I didn't get to eat dou jiang you tiao and only left Aljunied at 11pm. Saw Yunsi and her bf on the platform. My train ride back wasn't boring at all since the both of us were busy yakking away while her bf talked to his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/P2230038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/P2230038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/P2230048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/P2230048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;fking red.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/P2230059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/P2230059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;when the guys went crazy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/P2230076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/P2230076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;i love sunnyshades&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/P2230079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/P2230079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0023.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;yaoyu&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0024.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;jiaen the teenage prodigy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0025.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0025.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;eve the sotong&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0026.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;me, duh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;david. p.s: he is not my boyfriend&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/1600/PIC_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2304/2391/320/PIC_0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;two extremes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be mommy's girl soon. Oh, and the privacy level is degrading as well. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114145855024321780?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114145855024321780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114145855024321780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114145855024321780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114145855024321780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-url-new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23361103.post-114141116570238534</id><published>2006-03-04T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T03:51:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i will blog later in the afternoon. i'm fking tired. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23361103-114141116570238534?l=lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/feeds/114141116570238534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23361103&amp;postID=114141116570238534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114141116570238534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23361103/posts/default/114141116570238534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpseudogran-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-i-will-blog-later-in-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668581537471666492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
