<?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-10230510</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:22:15.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>narcissist-x</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111463459805013963</id><published>2005-04-28T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:43:18.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, as i've said earlier in the previous post, it's obvious that someone out there has stolen my blogskin. i ain't gonna hold no grudge here, but please, with all due respect ( i knoe u'll be reading this) take my bloody counter of ur blog. that's all i ask. it simply ain't rite to take wholesale u knoe..got that? thankew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111463459805013963?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111463459805013963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111463459805013963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111463459805013963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111463459805013963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-as-ive-said-earlier-in-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111457947196851927</id><published>2005-04-27T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:37:33.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haf the strangest feeling that someone stole my skin. what the hell! time for a change...till then, cheerios~!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, i'm heading to the doctors now, my baby's goin for a check up...yup! pray for him dudes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111457947196851927?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111457947196851927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111457947196851927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111457947196851927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111457947196851927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-haf-strangest-feeling-that-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111444374240664979</id><published>2005-04-25T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:42:48.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow! 36 peeps viewed my blog today. hmmm..who could they be? cindy? cl? rich? haha..to my knowledge, they are the onli few who frequent this site regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar cins! check out the tag board...isn't it ironic that 'the sharleen haters' arn't openin their traps animore? i suppose they're juz plain &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; cowards. hurhurhur (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;18th&lt;/span&gt; you! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111444374240664979?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111444374240664979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111444374240664979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111444374240664979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111444374240664979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/wow-36-peeps-viewed-my-blog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111425164364628828</id><published>2005-04-23T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T03:20:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored! *squalls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am staring at the keyboard, havin nothing at all to type. yada yada yada..blah blah blah..tum tum tum...dee dee dee...doo doo doo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenn lum is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pig&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111425164364628828?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111425164364628828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111425164364628828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111425164364628828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111425164364628828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-bored-squalls-so-here-i-am-staring.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111367069254220589</id><published>2005-04-17T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T12:30:54.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok! here i am at a lan gaming shop having nothing at all to do. it's actually getting worse by the minute. the noise is killing me. argh! so earlier, in order to kill my boredom, i actually started using the internet to play the once popular game, gunbound ( i haven't touched it for months. don't u get sick of it after awhile? i realli wonder how some pple can play for ages.) it's so cliche. kill this, kill that, the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought that's actually crossing my mind now would be, why the hell am i here, when i haf a much faster com at home. i feel stupid. but i guess it's juz for the sake of accompanying that particular someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few pointers on why one shudn't visit a lan gaming shop.&lt;br /&gt;1) the keybooard is fcuking oily, and so is the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;2) the noise would cause u a migrane.&lt;br /&gt;3) the table is extremely sticky.&lt;br /&gt;4) yes! the chair looks comfy, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; try picture the perspiring souls who were here way before u.&lt;br /&gt;5) if u have a com at home, don't waste the money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dere. i've said it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111367069254220589?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111367069254220589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111367069254220589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111367069254220589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111367069254220589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-here-i-am-at-lan-gaming-shop-having.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111324774500066786</id><published>2005-04-12T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T06:24:10.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>initially, the plan was for me to blog way earlier in the evening, &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; i was far too lazy. (: what's new? ok renyou, i admit. i am the &lt;em&gt;nua&lt;/em&gt; queen! (: anyhow, lets get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently thinking about an incident which happened earlier-&lt;br /&gt;has anyone ever encountered one of those days whereby u were sitting at a coffeeshop having drinks wif ur friends, and ur bf juz starts spouting nonsense all of a sudden? (by nonsense, i am actually refering to facts which one would keep utmost to themselves onli) though everyone present knew that there was a possibility that he was &lt;em&gt;high &lt;/em&gt;due to the lack of sleep, i would still consider the act disconcerting. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i admit, i was keeping my distance from u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take for example, u see a plumb lady on the road, a friend or urs notices her and tells the rest of her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;everyone stares, and the poor lady turns to notice people making fun of her. how would that make u feel if u were the lady urself? what i'm trying to sae here is, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if u expect people to step into your shoes and see things from ur perspective, shudn't u do the same for them too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;in the moment of folly, ophinions can change, and how would strangers perceive u to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sorry peeps, i'm juz ranting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111324774500066786?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111324774500066786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111324774500066786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111324774500066786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111324774500066786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/initially-plan-was-for-me-to-blog-way.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111256493292436827</id><published>2005-04-08T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:08:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the pope is dead, and everyone is makin a big hooha. the question of it all : &lt;strong&gt;do people actually really care? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to be mean, but seriously, do u actually knoe this guy? some have heard him preach, others, maybe heard about him, the rest, seen a picture of him? ( i would be sectioned in the last category)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though he was proclaimed as the 'holiest' man on earth, the popularity charts do not show him standing beside either brad pitt or tom cruise. &lt;em&gt;people hardly talked about him when he was around!&lt;/em&gt; ardent fans have been reported flaring up for not being able to get a glimpse of his body before the service. i haf a question for these people. &lt;em&gt;why didn't you guys attempt to see him whilst he was still alive?&lt;/em&gt; doesn't it make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of people who make up this world. most, like the few i mentioned above &lt;em&gt;'try to make themselves look good in front of others', &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to show the so called 'compassion' in them&lt;/em&gt;. relentlessly,the 'benevolence' that lies within would lead to them being classified as 'nice' people, and later not be ostrasized by their fellow mates.to me, they are juz plain humbugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my suggestion to them : give the pope some due respect and quit usin his name. let the poor man rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111256493292436827?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111256493292436827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111256493292436827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111256493292436827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111256493292436827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/pope-is-dead-and-everyone-is-makin-big.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111245666717695366</id><published>2005-04-02T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T07:46:35.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came across this e-mail, and figured that these sentiments (which i found rather true) should be shared to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the fellas english. it's good enough that he has thoughts like these.&lt;br /&gt;if u're interested, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the process of finding love;&lt;br /&gt;every person will need to find four people in their life.&lt;br /&gt;First person is you,&lt;br /&gt;Second person is the one you love most,&lt;br /&gt;Third person is the one who love you most,&lt;br /&gt;And the fourth is the one you spend the rest of your life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, firstly you will meet with the one you love most,&lt;br /&gt;and learn how love feels.Because you know how love feels,&lt;br /&gt;so you can find the person who loves you most.&lt;br /&gt;When you have experienced the feeling of loving others and being loved,&lt;br /&gt;you will then know what it is you need most.&lt;br /&gt;Then you will find the person who is most suitable for you,&lt;br /&gt;to be able to spend the rest of your life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in real life, these three people are usually not the same person.&lt;br /&gt;The one you love most doesn't love you.&lt;br /&gt;The one, who love you most, is never the one you love most.&lt;br /&gt;And the one you spend your life with,&lt;br /&gt;is never the one you love most or the one who love you most.&lt;br /&gt;She is just the person who happens to be at the right place at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No person will purposely have a change of heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the point in time when she loves you, she really loves you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when she doesn't love you anymore, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she really doesn't love you anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she loves you, she can't pretend that she doesn't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same goes, when she loves you no more, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no way she can pretend she loves you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person doesn't love you and wants to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;You must ask yourself if you still love her,&lt;br /&gt;If you also don't love her anymore, do not keep her just to save your pride.&lt;br /&gt;If you still love her, you should wish her happiness,&lt;br /&gt;And hope that she will be with the one she loves most, not stop her from it.&lt;br /&gt;If you stop her from finding true happiness with the one she loves,&lt;br /&gt;it shows you already don't love her,&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't love her, what rights do you have to blame her for a change of heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not possessive,If you like the moon,&lt;br /&gt;you can't just take it down and put it in your basin,&lt;br /&gt;But the moonlight still shines upon you.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, when you love a person,&lt;br /&gt;you can use another method of possessing the person.&lt;br /&gt;Let her become a permanent memory in you life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you really love a person, you must love her for what she is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love her for her good points, and the bad&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can't wish for her to become what you would like her to be just because you want it that way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you really love a person, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you cannot find a reason to why you love her,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You only know that no matter when and where, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whether u r in a good or bad mood, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will wish to have this person be with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Real love is when two people can go through the toughest problems without asking for promises or listing criterias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a relationship, you have to put in effort and give in at times, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not always be on the receiving end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being away from each other is a type of test,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the relationship isn't strong, then you can only admit defeat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Real love will never become hate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two people are in love,&lt;br /&gt;They love to ask each other to swear, to make promises.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they ask each other to swear and promise?&lt;br /&gt;Because they don't trust each other, they don't trust their lover.&lt;br /&gt;These swear and promises are useless;&lt;br /&gt;"Till the sky falls, till the ocean dry, my love for you will never change!"&lt;br /&gt;We all know that the sky will never fall;&lt;br /&gt;the ocean will never dry,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it does happen, are we still alive by then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be careful when making promises;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't make promises that you cannot keep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swear by things that can never happen, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because it can never happen, so no harm just saying it casually&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember?&lt;br /&gt;Swearing by things that can never happen are the most touching!!?&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, what you say is one thing,&lt;br /&gt;but what you do is another;&lt;br /&gt;The one saying, doesn't believe; the one listening, also doesn't believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111245666717695366?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111245666717695366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111245666717695366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111245666717695366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111245666717695366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-came-across-this-e-mail-and-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111229694943733299</id><published>2005-04-01T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T12:59:06.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*tak tak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually feeling kinda emotional lately. no no no! my relationship is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;on the rocks. ( though some of u wish that it would be *smirks ) i'm feeling low because i've lost the drive in the field i'm in. juz think of the word 'pid'? i'm sure u can list a handful of people who would gif the blase attitude if u talked about this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh! it's only been 3 years, but i'm tuckered out. i realli need a break from design. gif me that god damm diploma and let me get on wif my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i cried for this freakin' reason todae. (i'm sure the sharleen haters are jumping off their seats rite now, yada yada yada..wadever) so, what would a crying girlie do? if u guessed that i would bury myself in my confidant, u got it rite..(: but if u're thinking that i drowned him wif some sappy tragic story, &lt;strong&gt;i did not mind u!&lt;/strong&gt; i juz needed to hear a 'comforting' voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my prince charming answers the phone with a...&lt;br /&gt;him: yar? u call me..&lt;br /&gt;me: nothing&lt;br /&gt;him: u can't possibly call for no reason&lt;br /&gt;me: nothing..&lt;br /&gt;him: something is up...tell me!&lt;br /&gt;me: nothing lar...(after awhile, i spill my story)&lt;br /&gt;him: u ok? i'm coming over now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half an hour later, he arrives&lt;br /&gt;him: come! lets go for ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;me: dun want..i'm full..&lt;br /&gt;him: i came over to bring u for ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm very full...&lt;br /&gt;him: u sure?! it's ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the reason why i love him...(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111229694943733299?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111229694943733299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111229694943733299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111229694943733299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111229694943733299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/tak-tak-im-actually-feeling-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111225721140453436</id><published>2005-03-31T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T00:20:11.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>speaking of enthusiasm, my bf, plans to head over to malaysia once again. u can call him crazy, but i'll oppose to that fact.. nothing beats kl coffee, a countless supply of cigarettes, intellectual conversations and aimless car rides in the middle of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111225721140453436?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111225721140453436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111225721140453436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111225721140453436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111225721140453436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/speaking-of-enthusiasm-my-bf-plans-to.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111202669702296459</id><published>2005-03-29T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:16:45.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm here to conclude that males (in general) are shallow (: here's an example. a male friend of mine is interested in my female friend (like duh!) so aniwae, male friend here is an intellect, whilst my female friend on the other hand, would be classified as a total bimbo. or maybe, some of us would sae- a plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through countless talks we had,&lt;em&gt;the odds were shown pretty clearly&lt;/em&gt; why they shouldn't be together at all. male friend however, still refuses to budge. that, led to me thinking.. &lt;em&gt;could infatuation actually cause a man to lose his senses?&lt;/em&gt; in this case, it has proven so..&lt;em&gt;do men actually think before they choose their partners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knoe for sure, my bf, acted upon &lt;em&gt;impulse&lt;/em&gt; in the past. onli later, would he realize the &lt;em&gt;indifferences&lt;/em&gt; he had with his ex gfs. one was too dumb, the other was way too ignorant.the list juz goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shouldn't people actually learn more abt the other party before they proceed with their next move?&lt;/em&gt; i would definitely suggest that. unless u're an animal on the prowl den that would be a different story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111202669702296459?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111202669702296459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111202669702296459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111202669702296459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111202669702296459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-here-to-conclude-that-males-in.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111202070210191892</id><published>2005-03-28T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T00:26:17.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok! i'm back! that's rite.. (: the trip was great.. alls went well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drive up to genting.we had a 2 hr delay thanx to the car rental company. paper work took a hell of a long time. breakfast at macs. after i was picked up. a long search for a gas station at tuas. combing genting highlands till dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the amusement park. casino. i wasn't checked mind u..hurhurhur. i juz look it. (: pulled a couple of jackpots. wasted lotsa cash. an intellectual talk on an open field till morning broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kl!!! shopping. got a pair of shoes from mango. the guys cooked us dinner. we drove towards the night life. tv through the night...but i fell asleep way too early..):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more shopping. two pairs of mambo shorts, a fcuk top. my darling got a couple of shirts and a cap. dinner in the car. singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm juz too lazy to type anithing more. pardon me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111202070210191892?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111202070210191892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111202070210191892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111202070210191892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111202070210191892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-im-back-thats-rite.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111161552628883356</id><published>2005-03-24T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:07:41.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i dunno about the other women out there, but in my case, i need my privacy when i shave. (please tell me i ain't the onli one..*pouts*) imagine, talking on the phone whilst having your legs waxed? don't u find it even a teensy weensy bit uncomfortable? it could be juz me, but still..i prefer the solitude during these hair removal sessions. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys for sure wouldn't understand &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;particular feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an sms conversation that happened earlier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the phone rings, with me ignoring it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an sms comes in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: r u packing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i did not reply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in 2 mins, another sms comes again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: are u packing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;frustrated i replied...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: no...i'm masturbating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if a male friend or your bf pisses the shit out of you during d'  particular time, juz tell them that, and they'll definitely leave u alone...trust me, it's proven.. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111161552628883356?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111161552628883356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111161552628883356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111161552628883356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111161552628883356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111156927324467635</id><published>2005-03-23T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T01:14:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, the trip is tomorrow, and i ain't prepared yet. ): who is? not him, not me, that's for sure. we haven't even started packing yet. i guess i'll start at 12 in the morning...hurhurhur :) packing is &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; not my thing! &lt;em&gt;if onli&lt;/em&gt; i could bring my whole wardrobe there. that would be great! *wishwishwish* :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anione ever spent the entire night driving around, searching for 24hr supermarkets(onli to end up at mustafa center much much much later after 45mins of persuasion), stopping at numerous gas stations and convenience stores just for 4 cans of corn? well, glenn lum did just that. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111156927324467635?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111156927324467635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111156927324467635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111156927324467635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111156927324467635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-trip-is-tomorrow-and-i-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111142709391308790</id><published>2005-03-22T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T11:59:02.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's an entry to thee 'unwanted' passerby who was here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have stated before, if u aren't capable of accepting my views in life, do not even try visiting this site. it's downright obvious u can't understand simple english. with ur capability of language, u obviously haf no right to judge me. besides, i didn't knoe that 'fucking one's boyfriend' was considered vulgar. what do u call it then? &lt;em&gt;'making love'&lt;/em&gt;? (: or is it, 'we had &lt;em&gt;a special moment'&lt;/em&gt;? wadever it is, i do not gif a damm about ur sex life or wadsoever. u can be a hooker for all i care, having a rotting pussy is non of my concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;people are keen to hear about my sex life. in a way, i stated a fact. whether i fcuk my bf in malaysia or not is non of ur concern. why do u even gif a damm about it aniwae? too jealous that u can't get a fcuk? look at urself first before opening ur trap..(: &lt;em&gt;want an example of cheap?&lt;/em&gt; my bf's ex, patricia neo, was fucked &lt;strong&gt;the very 1st time&lt;/strong&gt; he brought her home. &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; is wad i call cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, it's alright if u call me vulgar. it's part my nature (: - i believe in &lt;em&gt;free expression of speech&lt;/em&gt;...it's distinctively clear that u guys shudn't try it. ..words like: gosh, yucks, cheap and vulgar are now commonly used in primary schools or maybe even kindergarten..did ur teacher juz teach u how to use the computer in playschool? ur english is &lt;em&gt;utterly&lt;/em&gt; screwed, and i'm &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;em&gt;bsolutely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not &lt;em&gt;'entertained'&lt;/em&gt;. if u wanna leave a comment, please with all due respect, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave it with some impact&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;...try harder next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s if u're luffing ur ass off, thinkin of me as a childish brat(portraying a sense of stupidity in my ramblings), i suggest u reflect upon urself. who is the one butting her head into my blog as and when she's free? i'm juz using this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;public&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; webpage to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;publicize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my thoughts of &lt;em&gt;certain fools&lt;/em&gt; (whom i feel are better of as animals), &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; my perspective of life. &lt;em&gt;it's public wad&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111142709391308790?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111142709391308790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111142709391308790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111142709391308790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111142709391308790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/heres-entry-to-thee-unwanted-passerby.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111131258568882546</id><published>2005-03-20T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T01:56:25.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; people juz want to hear things that are pleasing to their ears. in a way, all they want to do, is believe in something that they think is rite (only rite to their assumption that is). let them speak, hear what they gotta sae. it's plain obvious that they're fooling themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae peeps, i'll be heading to malaysia for a couple of daes next week wif glenn, and i'll be fucking him all nite long..haf u got anything to sae??? (: *smirks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111131258568882546?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111131258568882546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111131258568882546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111131258568882546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111131258568882546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-people-juz-want-to-hear-things.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111124069954669390</id><published>2005-03-19T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T06:06:58.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isn't it a little ironic how certain people &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; they knoe so much about u, so much to even the thoughts that go on in ur mind??? it's simply amazing... hahah..are they me or wad??? i had a guest, who dropped by talking about my sex life, which i found rather amusing? is he/she even me or glenn? i'm pretty sure onli the both of us knoe wad we've been up to...my msg to u:  guest, dun bother thinkin that u knoe our lives...u're juz making urself look stupid. unless u're a guru that is..(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my dear guest stated, &lt;u&gt;infratuation&lt;/u&gt; (btw, there ain't such a word in the dictionary. i think he/she meant &lt;strong&gt;infatuation&lt;/strong&gt;)would kill...would anione consider a 17mth relationship an infatuation? i dun think so. my dear guest, do u even knoe the meaning of infatuation?i suggest u read more books or maybe even read the dictionary. it's totally disgusting if someone uses a word without even knoeing its' meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, you remind me of someone who speaks with so much gusto, trying to get her msg across but fails to do so due to the fact that her english totally sucks. i knoe she's trying, but to me, she's juz plain stupid. you mite haf the confidence, but if u can't speak properly, dun bother trying. to me, she's juz a waste of my time. enuff said...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111124069954669390?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111124069954669390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111124069954669390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111124069954669390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111124069954669390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/isnt-it-little-ironic-how-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111114391545099046</id><published>2005-03-18T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T03:07:54.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting pretty sick of industrial design..there's so much to think about. what realli drives industrial designers out there? passion? i'm kinda losing it...mechanisms, engineering, ergonomics.the list juz goes on and on...every single aspect has to be thought of first before you proceed wif ur work. people think that design is easy. wait till u step into our shoes. though we need not mug for exams, the process of dealing with a project and finishing it up is worse than studying. trust me. we dun juz draw, a hell lot of research has to be done too. sometimes, i juz wish that i could juz study for a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of hitting the books again after i accomplish my diploma. should i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111114391545099046?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111114391545099046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111114391545099046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111114391545099046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111114391545099046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-getting-pretty-sick-of-industrial.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111108459244732628</id><published>2005-03-18T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:36:32.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i juz love pissing the shit out of u... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111108459244732628?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111108459244732628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111108459244732628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111108459244732628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111108459244732628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-juz-love-pissing-shit-out-of-u.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111099084005097667</id><published>2005-03-17T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T08:34:00.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm totally disgusted wif the people who stay wif their particular boyfriends for the sake of sex. not for love, or even companionship, but for&lt;strong&gt; d&lt;/strong&gt; dick..why can't &lt;strong&gt;these &lt;/strong&gt;people juz go get a god damm vibrator or something?..need a fuck, go get a gigolo..who say women can't pay for sex? the question is: are you up for it or not? if u can't afford it, be like those who sleep wif anione who asks them to bed(though i'll label u cheap)...hurhurhur...dun juz think dick, think of him for god's sake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111099084005097667?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111099084005097667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111099084005097667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111099084005097667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111099084005097667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-totally-disgusted-wif-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111081744728357716</id><published>2005-03-15T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T08:24:07.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>glenn lum :: u're the sweetest! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111081744728357716?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111081744728357716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111081744728357716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111081744728357716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111081744728357716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/glenn-lum-ure-sweetest.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111053420675603165</id><published>2005-03-11T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T01:43:26.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pid guys are sweet angels (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111053420675603165?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111053420675603165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111053420675603165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111053420675603165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111053420675603165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/pid-guys-are-sweet-angels.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111019506021100572</id><published>2005-03-07T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T03:31:00.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i simply can't help saying this :: &lt;strong&gt;some people are juz so stupid&lt;/strong&gt; *rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111019506021100572?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111019506021100572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111019506021100572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111019506021100572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111019506021100572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-simply-cant-help-saying-this-some.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-111002080626892457</id><published>2005-03-05T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T03:08:04.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's juz so hard to understand people these daes. i ain't talking about my friends here, they haf been lovely. (: i am actully refering to the people who leave tags w/o their names in it. i mean, why hide behind the screen? arn't they proud of things they haf to sae? my philosophy in life is this: stand behind ur every word. if not, dun even bother saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i leave a tag, i leave my name. i guess everything's gotta do with self-esteem...those wihout it juz tend to hide. these people ought to do something about it. ok! let's try not to judge them (: . besides, i dun haf the time. so, &lt;strong&gt;to the people who read my blog : if u can't deal with it, don't bother visiting this site.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you have been warned&lt;/span&gt;. missy here ain't got the time to listen to ur bullshit. period&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-111002080626892457?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111002080626892457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=111002080626892457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111002080626892457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/111002080626892457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-juz-so-hard-to-understand-people.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110995953024326427</id><published>2005-03-05T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:05:30.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting sick of work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointless nostalgia :: jamie cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110995953024326427?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110995953024326427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110995953024326427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110995953024326427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110995953024326427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-getting-sick-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110961839523284744</id><published>2005-03-01T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T11:19:55.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>upon reminiscing the past we had last nite, guess who we met today? let's juz sae we met 'blunder' so unexpectedly todae. ok! it wasn't exactly unexpected. i had this feeling we wud see him there - glenn knoes it, i told him before. but i guess he's ok wif it, rubbing it at my face all the time. is he expecting a reaction or something? the last time i reacted, he sped off... (-_-) so, wad am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;men! &lt;/strong&gt;u juz never knoe wad they want...gees! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other then the part where we met 'blunder', today was a pretty bad start of the 'piaing' of my final-year-project. well, i was suppose to be in school by 8am with hopefully a couple more concepts to be approved by the lecturers, but NO! sleepy me who slept at 6am in the morning couldn't get my ass up at that time. this dragged on for sae another 6 hours?! which caused me an additional 'zero' for my attendance in creative writing. so, in order to save my ass, i had to make sure i get an mc todae or i would fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off i went to the poly-clinic (hitching a ride from my father to get there in time), in order to prevent him from askin questions, i rambled my way through about how much i needed the library (:...hohoho..so, my dad drops me off and within minutes, the sky started pouring like hell. i had a time constrain of 10 mins, which made me run like a mad chicken towards the clinic...yeah! i didn't want to look like a fool, so i went ahead without using my bag to shield my head. aniwae, i got there in time, bull-shitted to the doc about my cramping vagina and got my mc for $10.80 (: i am very particular about seeing doctors as i find most of them plain money grabbers -pple who juz presume(most of the time) u haf a particular illness, which might not be correct and prescribe you with some medication. i haf never believed in good doctors. trust me! i'll update you guys if i see a realli talented one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after seeing the doc, i sat down and did a couple of sketches. which i found totally unsightly. i totally need inspiration! walking around didn't do any good. so when glenn lum arrived, i thanked god so much that i didn't need to suffocate myself in the 'least inspirational' zone. we had to head off to meet zip, ad, kevin, ice and peter (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta get back to work..tatazz for now...(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110961839523284744?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110961839523284744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110961839523284744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110961839523284744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110961839523284744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/upon-reminiscing-past-we-had-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110953924218236485</id><published>2005-02-28T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:26:35.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 4.31am in the morning, and i still can't sleep. reason being: there is still way too much work to do. ): life's sad, at this point of time (that is). i can't wait for my poly life to end and do nothing..hohoho *evil luffs* i can imagine my baby sloggin his ass in ns while i shake legs at home...whahahha..ok! that's evil..but thank god i'm a girl! whahahah..aniwae, i doubt i'll be that lazy. i simply can't stand doing nothing..plus, i wanna start earning my own dough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping track of the time, 3 mins. has passed, and i need to get back to work &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; soon. aniwae, marcus! i am still freakin pissed off wif u for sitting on my seat yesterdae!! (O_O)---- ok, i'm talking about the ass of the mito over here. as u can see, i am &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;possessive over the ass of this bike. no one sits on it but me! other than a few approved souls, i am extremely protective over &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; seat! &lt;strong&gt;MINE I TELL YA!&lt;/strong&gt; the thought of having someone else's ass print on it is simply a total turn-off. i juz dun like it. susan would understand how i feel. my seat, my ass print onli! call me a freak, but i am very particular over certain things. trust me if i should say that i would disinfect it. (i haf already for one particular case) it's simply revolting to knoe that someone else's pussy was once there...yeech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar yar yar...call me childish..wadever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, whilst surfing the internet, i came across a particular profile which brought about many memories. hohoho. well, i'm reminiscing the 24th of October 2003. glenn lum was &lt;strong&gt;soooooo&lt;/strong&gt; funni...whahaha it was a childish act, but we were young then (this ain't an excuse!)...sweet* (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110953924218236485?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110953924218236485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110953924218236485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110953924218236485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110953924218236485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-4.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110931398712690212</id><published>2005-02-25T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:48:44.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;there's only one thing in life i'm afraid of - the mundane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go trekking, bunge-jump off a building a hundred stories high, walk the streets of unfarmiliar cities that i've never been to..i need excitement and thrill! it's getting boring over here in singapore. i need to head somewhere after the crit. the onli one thing that i'm realli looking foward to now - riding with him on the expressways in the nite...(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110931398712690212?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110931398712690212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110931398712690212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110931398712690212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110931398712690212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/theres-only-one-thing-in-life-im.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110926866423989572</id><published>2005-02-25T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T10:11:04.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;happy 16th !!!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; s i x t e e n * m o n t h s  o f  l a m b c h o p s - - + t o t a l  b l i s s -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110926866423989572?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110926866423989572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110926866423989572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110926866423989572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110926866423989572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-16th-s-i-x-t-e-e-n-m-o-n-t-h-s-o.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110910052810221422</id><published>2005-02-23T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T11:28:48.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>speaking of hair color, this was the conversation i had with my baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  i'll be going to tony n guy for another hair-color session next week..&lt;br /&gt;him:  again?&lt;br /&gt;me: yup...&lt;br /&gt;him: but you did urs not too long ago...&lt;br /&gt;me: they called me, told me that my hair-stylist needed me again, so whala..&lt;br /&gt;him:  so soon..girls are so lucky..*in a small tiny voice*&lt;br /&gt;me: i dun mind doing, it's fun so who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i adore conversations that i have with him cos' i never knoe when that lil' boy in him wud pop-up...(: i love you sweetie~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110910052810221422?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110910052810221422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110910052810221422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110910052810221422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110910052810221422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/speaking-of-hair-color-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110909943280438128</id><published>2005-02-23T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T11:10:32.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a friend used to tell us :: "change the way you look; beautify yourself and make him/her regret.." --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you change your hairline, hair color. put on a lil' make up juz because you wanna make someone regret. the reason: he dumped u.. i'm sorry to say this, but after seeing so many cases, i've come to realise that the reason is plain simple - pple who do this have a low self-esteem.  you dun change for someone - in order for them to love you, they accept you for who you are. it might not haf been the looks but wad's hidden rite inside (but then again, some pple have none of the above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confidence&lt;/strong&gt; is the &lt;strong&gt;key factor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make the changes for yourself - not to please anyone, or make one regret (it juz reflects on how much you love yourself)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110909943280438128?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110909943280438128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110909943280438128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110909943280438128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110909943280438128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/friend-used-to-tell-us-change-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110897594853984428</id><published>2005-02-21T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:52:28.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hair color session at tony n guy again next thursdae (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110897594853984428?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110897594853984428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110897594853984428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110897594853984428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110897594853984428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/hair-color-session-at-tony-n-guy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110891851390386004</id><published>2005-02-21T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T09:00:45.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie, most people would say that i'm least feminine and that i'm too hard to handle- i'll do things guys do. females find me a pain..but i like to prove the other gender wrong. as we all knoe, &lt;strong&gt;certain&lt;/strong&gt; males out there ought to think any lesser of girls. i mean a female can carry out the duties of a male. think of all the single independent women out there earning more cash and having more fun den the guys. that's already a huge example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's juz me, or maybe it's a plain characteristic, but i simply detest the weak XX chromosome. those who act all pathetic hoping for their prince to save the day. 'dun't throw the ball so hard! it's painful..' ok! i'm not naming names here but a game is a game. though one is female, she need not act all girlie and mushy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta admit, i love dolling up at times. one gets the attention on the streets and ur significant other would go (as i would put it) 'gaga' over you. but shouldn't these girlie wirlies start to think other wise. we are all equal. men, maybe some of us need them but shouldn't one be independent by oneself as well? think about it this way? wad &lt;strong&gt;if &lt;/strong&gt;ur partner dies the next day? wad would u do? jump off the building the following dae? i definitely wouldn't. without a base or foundation for urself, i would sae that you are a nobody. do ur own work. u don't need to get a guy to do it for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male friends discourage me from proceeding with my bike license. why? the reason : it's unsightly for a female to ride...puhlease! think abt it this way. isn't it even more disgusting if a female is a pillion with no sort of knowlege of wad's going on, onli sitting on that puny ass of hers, with onli the knowlege of 'halt' and 'go'. as we all knoe, most girls out there get boyfriends with their own form of transport so as to be chauffeured around. that to me, is extremely loathsome. need a form of transport? go take the bus if not go get ur god damm license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110891851390386004?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110891851390386004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110891851390386004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110891851390386004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110891851390386004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/okie-most-people-would-say-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110874130081988138</id><published>2005-02-18T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T07:41:40.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a dog! :) well, he's a schnauzer and he's 2 and a 1/2 months old..the poor darling is still at the pet shop, for he juz had a jab the day before. i'll be collecting him next wednesdae...gees! : it'll be dog shopping the next couple of days...we'll need lots of doggy treats, dry food, combs, a collar, leash, a bed not forgetting toys...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i miss u kelly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110874130081988138?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110874130081988138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110874130081988138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110874130081988138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110874130081988138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-got-dog-well-hes-schnauzer-and-hes-2.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110845701115194489</id><published>2005-02-15T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:43:31.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>valentine's dae :: white rose :: sushi :: movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110845701115194489?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110845701115194489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110845701115194489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110845701115194489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110845701115194489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-dae-white-rose-sushi-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110845690840443294</id><published>2005-02-15T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:41:48.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my birkens got chewed by lily yesterdae ): the strap was chewed off n swallowed...tell me about it! nvm...i'm getting a new pair (: ( a great excuse for my next purchase...*smirks )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110845690840443294?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110845690840443294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110845690840443294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110845690840443294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110845690840443294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-birkens-got-chewed-by-lily.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110831791371155263</id><published>2005-02-14T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T10:05:13.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by not speaking with half-fuck singaporean english, it can indeed bring you a long way and get your message across. one can be borned into an english-speaking family but have (as i would put it) appalling speaking skills... ever had caucasians not understand the message that you were trying to bring across? i wouldn't suggest that they were stupid, that is if you speak wif  half fuck english...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier on todae, i made a call to canadian pizza for a favour. though it took them awhile to arrange for that lil' favour of mine, i figured that with good conversation, there would b a certain level of respect which would lead to some special treatment (who wudn't want that?) . i didn't realli believe my english teacher back then in my secondary school days, but todae's incident had proven to me that speakin well does place u a step-ahead of the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110831791371155263?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110831791371155263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110831791371155263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110831791371155263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110831791371155263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/by-not-speaking-with-half-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110811633998821711</id><published>2005-02-11T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T02:10:54.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;something to clarify&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as stated in my friendster profile, it was declared that i detest the intellectually inclined. well, to most pple, it would seem that i'm bias against the &lt;em&gt;educationally &lt;/em&gt;dim-witted populace, but it just ain't so. what i'm actually refering to would be people who think darn highly of themselves and assume facts, which ain't true, and tell the many others around them...i guess, lots of people make up this world, but it's simple revolting to even think that these pple even exist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as most people knoe, &lt;strong&gt;'assumption is the mother fucker of all evil'&lt;/strong&gt; and these people who &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; darn highly of themselves, go rite out polluting the minds of many others. yeech! aniwae, i'm also refering to the &lt;strong&gt;many &lt;/strong&gt;people out there who create words of their own...hmmm, an example would be the word..'forcefully' one i can think of at the moment...*smirks* well, if these guys think that they are so darn smart, i suggest they create their own language, and write their own dictionaries.. quit rubbing words into the many faces, and polluting their god damm minds, making them think dumbly like u pple do!...it's such a total turn-off~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- birds of the same feather flock together i guess, the dim-wits go well together (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110811633998821711?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110811633998821711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110811633998821711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110811633998821711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110811633998821711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/something-to-clarify-as-stated-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110795737845476286</id><published>2005-02-09T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T01:10:47.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how does one knoe when he/she is ready for marriage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thought dawned onto me whilst i was playing wif my baby cousin earlier...can you can love a person so darn much but haf no plans of marrying that person? i realli wonder...when i'll be ready...i'm still so into hafing fun...lookin around; boywatching; hafing many eye candies..etc...yesh, sometimes, when my significant other talks abt the future, i darn't dare sae much...however, when i'm in my bitchy mood, i would sae things like : ' what makes u think that i'm gonna marry u..' i knoe it's hurting...but i can't bring myself to look into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there such a thing as 'i want to be wif u, but i juz want to look around?' ok! most of you might see it as using ur other half as a standby, but what i mean is - staying truthful to the person at the same time! that is totally different..from &lt;strong&gt;two-timing.&lt;/strong&gt; the onli males u meet are ur boyfriend and male acquaintances. that's all...no hanky panky, flirting or wadsoever...i knoe i can do that, but will my significant other be okay wif it? i doubt so...people are selfish to an extent...this i understand...i guess i juz haf to get over this phase of my life..and then i'll get the answer to my question above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110795737845476286?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110795737845476286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110795737845476286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110795737845476286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110795737845476286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-does-one-knoe-when-heshe-is-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110780703038024937</id><published>2005-02-08T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T12:10:38.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone's sound asleep and he's being a pain in the ass : argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10230510-110780703038024937?l=luvmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110780703038024937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10230510&amp;postID=110780703038024937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110780703038024937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10230510/posts/default/110780703038024937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/someones-sound-asleep-and-hes-being.html' title=''/><author><name>i'll be ok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230510.post-110771609920588804</id><published>2005-02-07T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T10:54:59.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok! i'm back by demand... (:&lt;br /&gt;let's see...life has been realli hectic the past couple of months..etc etc..there was so much to do hence, i haven't had much time to meet up wif alot of pple...i'll meet up wif u guys soon ya? aniwae, the new year is approaching and i haven't gotten my clothes yet...* i'm screwed to the bone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the people who want to knoe wad i've been up to, well, it was school work work work all the way...my birthdae was well spent thanx to my family and friends...thanx for the many msgs!! not forgetting the doubly wonderful lamb chop of mine, thank u for everything ---&lt;strong&gt;all was great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally 20 yesh! i knoe, that sounds darn old but i feel a hell lot wiser... (: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm realli curious...is stella still out there whimpering over my sweet/innocent/ angelic (the list juz goes on...) face or is she dead in the dumps already?? still into coffee?? 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