<?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-2886347699138350521</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:26:47.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stories :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-8303311993720218157</id><published>2010-09-27T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:58:51.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BEEP ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Moved to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xx-iang.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://xx-iang.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Time to blog all over again and leave the rest as memories :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-8303311993720218157?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8303311993720218157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=8303311993720218157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8303311993720218157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8303311993720218157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/09/beep-moved-to-httpxx-iang.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6018622068713340913</id><published>2010-09-23T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:37:45.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRRITATED !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TJsBNuLrVvI/AAAAAAAAAio/4cOwWPUoVkM/s1600/irritated.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TJsBNuLrVvI/AAAAAAAAAio/4cOwWPUoVkM/s320/irritated.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520007103519610610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That that that ! Is my face now. HAHA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Messages, MSN... All spam spam spam. Omg. Really don't feel like replying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sms and staying offline on messenger. Grrrr... DL kept telling me that he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;bored. What can i do ? D: YQ msged me.. I didn't reply, and yet he calls me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And i ignored. He msged that he dislike people to not reply. Like.. Omg ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't wanna reply, what can you do. Argh ! Frustrated. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, AL is slowly disappearing :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh ! Now, i'm sooooooo into Super Junior. Hahaha ! Donghae !! :D Damn, how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i wish i'm in South Korea now. Plastic surgery and all done. LOL ! -_- ! Joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Love their songs, dance moves and the unity of the group itself. I'm so crazy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Once i switched on the laptop, log into msn, facebook and then youtube all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;way ! Envy them.. They can sing, can dance, have good looks, confidence and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;they talk well. Envious ! :) Because i have non of the above. HAHA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fine, not gonna blog much. I shall look at their dance movements. So interested &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;to learn some :P  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tadaaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3.37PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6018622068713340913?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6018622068713340913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6018622068713340913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6018622068713340913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6018622068713340913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/09/irritated.html' title='IRRITATED !'/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TJsBNuLrVvI/AAAAAAAAAio/4cOwWPUoVkM/s72-c/irritated.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7819846591439498169</id><published>2010-09-17T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:51:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wonder why when i set a colour for these fonts, they still remain black after i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;posted it. -_-..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;14th Sept. Accounting fundamental exam. The paper is difficult. :( Didn't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;how to do the 3rd question. Oh well, its over anyway.. There's nothing else i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;can do, except to complain about it. Lol D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;16th, stayed at home the whole day and night. Watched korean drama again !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Holiday = drama. " My girlfriend is a Gumiho " Gumiho = nine tail fox. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;show is about romance again.. Love which is like bull shit. Anyway, the main &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;leads are good looking ! :D Girl = pretty and cute.. Guy = cute and handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Also the story line is great. That's my taste.. But i have to wait for the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;episodes to be out. I really wanna know the ending :( Though i have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;feeling that it will be a tragic end. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;At night, i accidentally stepped on a baby lizard. :( even though i didn't step it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;totally under my feet ( my toe hit it ), i feel so guilty because it couldn't walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I didn't see it.. Argh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;17th, went to play basketball after i watched my drama. Headed down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Indian coffeeshop for some ice teh after that (: That goes my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kinda quarreled with my mom over a small conversation. I really don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;understand why i'll automatically change when i talk to her. My tone and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;temper became really ridiculous. Shouting and shooting at her. I hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After one conversation, i tried to make a smooth one by asking her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" you got pimple one meh ? " while she's applying some pimple cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But things went bad again. I really really really don't know why..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes i think that she's really unfortunate to have such a daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If only she has one son. And there's no me. Life would be better for her. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;really a spoiler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Walked passed the living room and saw something on the floor. At first, i thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it might be a litter. I looked closely and it's a baby lizard. Very similar to the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i saw last night. It's dying.. Lying flat on the ground. " Did i step it again ? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't know..... When i picked it up with a tissue, it's head is twitching. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel so guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes i wonder.. What's the purpose of being alive..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Doing so much.... But you'll never know what will happen the next day or the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;next minute. Study, doing things which you hate, being filial, earning money, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;worrying about the future, pleasing others, hurt and hurt others. Why do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;we have to go through all these when we are still going to die after all. What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;do we gain ? Life... Is so weird. So much questions which no one can answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel like i'm isolating myself somehow.. I don't feel like chatting so much with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;anyone. I have no interest in any relationship. I'm such a weirdo lately. Thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;too much also. Hahahahahahahaha. What an idiot.. People come and go.. I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;know who is sincere, who is not. I don't wanna trust anyone. Cause they can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a liar, a 2 face monster. Humans are really scary. They come to you when they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;need you, they leave you aside when they don't need anything from you. Guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;who consistently uses " sweet talks ", they don't work for me anymore. I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that he's stupid. Just go on lying, and i'll never be fooled by it. And i don't wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;to care.......................... ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:51AM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7819846591439498169?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7819846591439498169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7819846591439498169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7819846591439498169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7819846591439498169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wonder-why-when-i-set-colour-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2059105496650569557</id><published>2010-09-13T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:16:56.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ^^!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TI4hhNIYEPI/AAAAAAAAAig/IqffumnKNwI/s1600/67392-Royalty-Free-RF-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Digital-Collage-Of-Ecstatic-Yellow-Emoticon-Faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TI4hhNIYEPI/AAAAAAAAAig/IqffumnKNwI/s320/67392-Royalty-Free-RF-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Digital-Collage-Of-Ecstatic-Yellow-Emoticon-Faces.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516383447919628530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Look at this 4 idiotic faces. This is what i feel in my heart. I'm really happy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because, for whatever i studied for Business Environment, came out ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everything really paid off well. Most importantly, the paper is really easy itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm really scared at first. Perhaps, i studied too much :x Almost every corner of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the book. That's why " whatever i studied came out " -.- ! But it's always good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;to play safe ! Yeah yeah but i think i lost 5 marks for instance :x because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;wrong answer. If the marker is lenient, i could just missed 2 marks ! Hahah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously didn't study for that part. I named " Wedding leave " instead of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" Marriage leave " and " Birth leave " instead of " Paternity leave " GEEZ ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Overall, i'm still happy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not stupid after all. LOL ! * Self praise * :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Accounting paper tomorrow ! Gonna study hard ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1 down, 1 last paper to go. I really need to pull up all my grades. And by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;end of year 2, i must get 3.5 gpa and above ! Jia you to myself ! I must bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;my family proud, simply because i love them all :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;9.16PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2059105496650569557?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2059105496650569557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2059105496650569557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2059105496650569557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2059105496650569557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy.html' title='HAPPY ^^!'/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TI4hhNIYEPI/AAAAAAAAAig/IqffumnKNwI/s72-c/67392-Royalty-Free-RF-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Digital-Collage-Of-Ecstatic-Yellow-Emoticon-Faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7178330815182713070</id><published>2010-09-12T15:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:03:07.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes doing something you dislike, can make you like it after all (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Previously, i was stressed on whether should i help my brother at the bubble tea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;shop. Stressed and pissed ! Thinking of facing some freaky faces of customers, make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;me really unhappy. Why should i work and make my blood boil at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm a person who will get angry when i'm asked to do something which i dislike. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Boo ! I was really reluctant to go there actually. Dad drove me there. But the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;moment i see my brother, i'm willing to help him and try :) Just a sudden feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He's been helping the family financially for many years. He wanted a day off so he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;can accompany his girlfriend. As a sister, i should really think of him. Love my bro :D !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He's the big man whom i really respect. I'm really a lucky sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My 2nd time at work. I didn't sleep well the night before ! Because i kept thinking... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What if i don't know how to make the drink.. What if i do the wrong one.. What if what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;if.. Lol ! I went to bed at 3+.. Couldn't sleep till 7+ ! That's how powerful my mind can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;be. Fuck that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Work work work. Able to look at different types of people. Most of the people from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Saturday are friendly :) ! Smiled at me even though how long i took my time to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a drink for them :D That's why i say, it's isn't that bad after all :x Hahahahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There's one !! Caucasian guy; Ang mo. Age about 27 ? Tall and not bad looking. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;came in and asked " Miss, you have paper ? " I was like... " HUH ? " Lol ! He's cute !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pinched his nose and " Paper for my nose... T_T " he gave me that kind of reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quickly grab a whole pack of tissue paper for him and he was really happy to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;max. He took out one piece and wanted to return me the rest, i said " You can have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that " His face was really priceless. He's so damn happy. " Thank you thank you ! " and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;walked off. That really made me feel soooooooooooooo good ! As though i did a good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;deed. Making someone happy, makes you feel happier in return ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mom came during the night. Lots of things happened. I'm a bad daughter. I kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;shouting at her. Argh. I haven't change for the better :( ! I suck big time. After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;everything, i paid for her food. Though it couldn't pay off how bad i treated her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;all the time, i hope it made her feel better. I do love her, but i don't know why am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i always sucky towards her. While packing up, there's a packet of food at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;corner. My mom thought it might be some customers who forgot to bring it home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But it was kinda weird to me. If a person buys a drink, he/she will leave it infront &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;of him/her and not at the most corner. That's Nasi Lemak ! Lol. We went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;toilet and heard a girl crying while talking on a phone. After that, she came out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;she apologized to the auntie; cleaner. She vomited in the toilet. First thing which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;came to my mind is.. She's pregnant ? She's a malay girl, about my age. I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe not (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Earned 50bucks. Ate dinner with gs, gong and huat. 10bucks flew. :( Money really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;drains sooooooo fast D: Really scary. I spilled by drink last night at 121 :x HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Really lots of things happened yesterday. After all, it's a good Saturday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've became stronger, i know. But i hope there's nothing which can pull me back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sean chatted with me on msn again. Hahah ! Asked me what am i doing.. Wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;meet.. I went to his fb profile, "single". Expected. That is why he chatted with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:) Totally similar to DL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Some guys are so whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gonna studyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I seriously hate sarcastic remarks. Go straight to the point fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4.00PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7178330815182713070?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7178330815182713070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7178330815182713070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7178330815182713070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7178330815182713070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-doing-something-you-dislike.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6487057204840870493</id><published>2010-09-10T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:02:32.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played Cabal yesterday because Ass wanted me to. Decided to sell my account &lt;div&gt;after all ! :) Thanks to him for helping me sell it. Hahaha. But i wonder how much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will worth. I doubt its much. But i'm sooooo not gonna play it anymore. It's all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AL asked me what i was doing and all. So i told him everything. He got jealous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i played game with Ass. Typing those " zzz " on messenger. I hate those. But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he guessed out who he is on my face book. And said that he's a lucky guy. Yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right.... bull shit ! Somehow i don't wish to talk to him. But i don't wish to hurt him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the other hand. My words were kinda nasty yesterday towards him though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him " I don't wish to talk about this, and i have no reason to explain to you "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: ! I feel so bad after all.. I hate people to control me. He got angry and so ? Must &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really stop playing the game ? He's just a friend. Nothing else, why should i stop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;myself in order to make him happy ? When i'm attached, jealousy. Single, jealousy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the fuck is wrong with guys on earth ! Totally bull shit. I seriously pity him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tells me all the sweet stuffs all the time, but i didn't get moved by any. I pity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him so i chose not to ignore him but on the other hand, i felt hurt and guilty for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making him sad. I really don't know what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, DL is worst among all the guys i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also dislike some people when they need help, they don't use words like " Please " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and " Thank you ". No basic manners at all !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at Dorothy's face book profile. I do stalk pretty girls on face book ! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw " RIP " to a friend of hers. So i went to look what's happening. I'm busybody, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know. Her friend, a guy, passed away last 2 days if i'm not wrong. It's very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heart warming to see his friends posting on his face book walls, telling him to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come back and all. My eyes got teary when i read all those posts. Even though i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know that person or whatever, i feel sad for him. Life is short and unfortunate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;events will happen any time. I wonder who will cry for me when i'm gone. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll never know how important someone will be unless they are gone. :( I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna treasure everyone around me :) !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But actions definitely speak louder than words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.02PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6487057204840870493?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6487057204840870493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6487057204840870493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6487057204840870493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6487057204840870493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/09/played-cabal-yesterday-because-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2674718500288664702</id><published>2010-09-09T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:30:25.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chey ! Didn't know got people read my dead blog still. :D This is really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;boring isn't it ? :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Played pool at Grandlink last 2 days; Tuesday. Didn't like that place !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;1st of all, its very cramp. 2ndly, the people there suck. Or maybe i was just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;unlucky that day. While playing, the pool stick will always bump into chairs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;tables or poking other strangers. Lol ! Anyway, there's 3 fucking guys over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kept looking at our table as though they are MAD. Who the hell will keep looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;over ? What's worst ? I aimed for the ball and when i turned around, 1 of the guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;was squatting at the back, directly behind me ! He was taking his phone. I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;know what the F he was doing. Taking photo ? Video ? Or whatever ! Pissed and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;stared at him as though i really wanna bash him up. Damn ! I really wish that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;im a guy for that moment. If i were, i'll go there and punch him in the face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bull shit. Guess what ? I remain chill. Thinking to myself.. Maybe he took a photo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;or whatever, but too bad, he didn't manage to capture my panties. I don't wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;embarrass myself if i were to walk there and ask what the hell he was doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;You know, some people are really smart, they can just delete that fucking thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;(if he really did take something). Then i LL right ! D: SH saw that guy squatting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;down with his phone, but she didn't tell me !!! :( If not, that fucker will not have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;the opportunity to do that. But, its ok :) I still love her. Just treat is as though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;There's people who finds me sexy. HAHA i'm so thick skin. -_-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Life is really unfair i thought. If you really think of it, you'll definitely agree with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;:) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;DL messaged me again. Same old story. Msg me when he wants to ask me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;What he asked ? Relationship. Same old answer, a no. Yeah yeah message me when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;he's bored. Thats all. I don't need a boyfriend anyway ! :D I'm good all by myself !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Even though i get jealous while looking at couples :( Missed those times.. But i can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;control myself and i won't die without a boyf :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i trimmed my own fringe. LOL ! Saved 2 bucks. Omg i'm so bankrupt right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Really saving money like a beggar !! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just got to know that Eric does tattoos. He made one for DL. Well, i've thought of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;having one. Still deciding though. Or maybe next time :) If i were to have one, i'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;definitely have a clover or a word " Family " :D lots of loveeeeees !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bball later ! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;8.30PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2674718500288664702?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2674718500288664702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2674718500288664702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2674718500288664702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2674718500288664702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/09/chey-didnt-know-got-people-read-my-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6358498189911690645</id><published>2010-09-07T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:44:02.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Boring........ Feel that days passing by sooooooooooo boring-ly. New word ? ._. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Felt guilty for not helping my brother out at the shop. Feel lifeless over there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;and i decided to stop going there. I know its really cruel ! Even my dad scolded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;me :( I don't know what to do. Really really don't feel like going there D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;The previous post is all about anger :x Nothing much matters now. I'm gooood now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;School school school is as boring D: ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Was kinda pissed at school just now. For doing something which i don't like. Imma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;person who will get angry if i do something i hate. Damn character ! Gave a fucked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;up face to my friends just now. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;AL ah AL !! D: Can't stop hinting all those things to me. I just wanna make friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;with him and no others. Why some people just don't understand and limit themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;But if i ignore him, i'll feel really guilty. I believe what comes around, goes around :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't wish to hurt him. Dang ! He's nice :) But still, i don't like means i don't like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;BAAAA stresssssssss !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Study study ! :) Really revising quite hard to business environment. Grrrrr D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hope everything will go well. But somehow im still slacking and lacking behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jia you xx ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes i really wish to be heartless ! Someone so cold someone without feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hate thinking so much and in the end, get hurt. That's so ridiculous ! I don't wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;life like this. t(^ ^t) Fuck that shit :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love is all bull shit :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;1:36AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6358498189911690645?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6358498189911690645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6358498189911690645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6358498189911690645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6358498189911690645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/09/boring.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1107769322622126764</id><published>2010-09-02T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:09:36.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wouldn't be surprised that people out there is looking down at ITE students.&lt;div&gt;Poly kids, JC, parents, friends, family, or whatever. I'm sure there's 2 faces out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there. Saying that ITE is a good school bla bla bla but behind all these lies, ITE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is a school for people who cannot study. Lies and truth, they all looked the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it all depends on how a person acted. Bull shit. I'm sure my cousins out there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are laughing out loud because none of them entered ITE, unlike me. Sometimes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things in life are really unfair. Like the other time, while i was with SH, we went to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the MRT station. She wanted to buy bus concession and the man in there asked, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When you want to start?" SH asked him in return, when is the last date of her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;current concession expiring. He told her the date and she didn't understand, so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she asked again. That bugger commented that she's from ITE that's why she didn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;understand what he said. Even though i couldn't remember it word by word, he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said that sarcastically. Lol ! What a fucker. He thinks that he's smart. Suck his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;own balls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many kinds of people out there. When we carry our ITE student pass, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it means that we are not as smart ? When we didn't do well for our exams, we are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deemed as stupid ? When we couldn't understand something, means we are from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITE...... Lolololol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically i'm not having a good mood right now. Everything in life, are all based on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHANCE or LUCK. For example, my ex. His English language is superb ! For o lvls, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he had D but he retook it and got a B. For some, their language isn't that good, but during &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exams, they pass. To me, that's by luck. Like what happened to me for my N lvl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese. I got a grade 4 when i totally suck in it. To me, SH's chinese language is really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good, but when it comes to o lvl, she had gotten a C. That's what i call.. unlucky. But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can't do anything. This world is totally unfair and evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't mean that a person who uses as much difficult words in a sentence, is smarter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can do that, but i chose not to. If he think that he's right, so be it. But i hate it when he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told me that if he's at wrong, i can comment. Heeding the comments made by a JC &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;student rather than a friend from ITE, makes me feel pissed. Maybe i think too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An ITE student's english suck as compared to a JC student. Fine, it's just me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, fuck shit ! I think too much. LOL !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when you people talk, think about those around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i hated most.. are sarcastic remarks. Directly or indirectly. Only SH knows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why or what happened. Love her so much :D She is the best listener. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should fucking chill myself right now. Gonna go study and sleep. Fuck this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.09PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1107769322622126764?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1107769322622126764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1107769322622126764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1107769322622126764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1107769322622126764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wouldnt-be-surprised-that-people-out.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-3299360940103998234</id><published>2010-08-25T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:22:14.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Time flies so quickly. Its already Wednesday :( And there's school in 5 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;time. Totally bull shit. Didn't work nor study. 2 weeks holiday is full of games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;and outings. Thanks to auntie aka maid for letting me use the money from dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;:x for another purpose as well. :)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Took the Singapore flyers yesterday with clique + edwin and kar ming ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Fun fun :) The time is just right. Took quite many photos there :) Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;GS for asking us there as each ride is only $10 per person ! Student price of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;course. The actual price is about $30 :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;School is starting soon.. Happy or sad about it ? Suck ! Gonna face those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;people in school and in class. Bull shit. Totally dislike act cute girls. Geez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I'll just be 2 face :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;No time to deal anything much in school life. After school is what i am :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Guys guys guys.. DL messaged me yesterday and told me all those shitty stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I felt that he only msg me when he's bored in camp. Lol ! I'm not that dumb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;anyway. Telling me to give him a chance and all. Totally no way. He sounded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;desperate for a girlfriend. After all, AL seems to be more sincere. Haha but i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;don't feel anything for him. Being friends will be the best state :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I want a new wallet !! Gonna save up save up and save up :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I'm coming, BB :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I really feel like working.... Flexible time and acceptable pay job. I want a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;shopping spreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;8:11PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-3299360940103998234?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3299360940103998234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=3299360940103998234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3299360940103998234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3299360940103998234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-flies-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6533642167539530395</id><published>2010-08-20T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:30:33.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog blog blog. Im on and off. Quite many things going through my mind &lt;div&gt;this few days. I really think a lot during holidays huh. With nothing to do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me think think and think. Lol ! Kinda miss school but im afraid of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the upcoming exam. Not yet touch any of my assignments. Boring... Also &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bored of looking for a job. Had been calling and sending e-mails for the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;past few days and nothing came by. Anyway holiday is going to end, i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should really stop looking for a job already. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last few days.. Keep bumping into Ann Chen. Hahaha ! Yeah he chatted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with me on msn last few days. Felt kinda weird because it's been a long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time since we last chat. But it was rather cool to bump into someone whom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i knew long time ago. Sounds like long lost friend. -_-!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday the 13th, most people said that its a bad day when 13 and Friday clashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's the last day of school ! A good thing. Furthermore, realised someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who's rather cute in school. Lol sounds like a stupid dumbo girl here. But yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st time someone gave multiple stares or rather eye contact. Im like soooo sick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the brain right now. Just remember that face and that's all i know :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, i stopped helping my brother at the bubble tea store :x maybe its just me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who thinks too much. I think that he don't actually need my help because he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;employed someone to help. I feel lousy bad lousy bad lousy bad ! I can't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;handle it if there's many people buying. I can't simply remember what they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ordered and i'll keep asking them to repeat. Also, my chinese just suck ! :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily twinneh was there to help me the other time :D Love her so muchhhh ! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i still feel that He's a little weird towards me. We do chat on msn and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also in game. Just got a weird feeling. Maybe i'm thinking too much again ! But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by what he says, does make me feel weird. Good or bad ? I don't know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been hooked by drama lately and don't wanna start on revision !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept telling myself that even though those drama are LIES. I can't experience &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it in real life, let me dream ! :P hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiayou to myself ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.30PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6533642167539530395?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6533642167539530395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6533642167539530395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6533642167539530395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6533642167539530395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-blog-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6417989102635247596</id><published>2010-08-09T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:50:35.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sun burnt ! :(&lt;div&gt;Went to Sentosa yesterday ! :) 8 August 2010. Hehehe. Was rather emo at first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause of my skin.. Wore singlet there. Exposed my ugly skin with acne scars. That's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why i'm emo. Haha never liked all these ugly stuffs on me. Sun tan ! :) Was shy to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remove my singlet even thou i wore bikini bra. But i still removed it at the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tan tan tan, i thought it was never enough ! Until after bath and on the way home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so painful. That was the first and the last time i get sun burn :x Never want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another one again. The feeling just suck. I thought it will be fun to experience once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no way ! It wasn't fun at all :'( PAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like a handicap robot. Moving with hands straight, avoiding any contact with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skin and shirt :( Hate wearing bra ! So tight till my skin feels painful !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys guys guys.. One after another. What the.. -_- !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DL asked me out yesterday but i rejected it. He wasn't sincere at all and he isn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the type i wanted :D Maybe he's just desperate. NS guy.. What to expect ? :)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AL is also so much better than him. Eew ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Single life is what i want :P Not gonna spoil it until someone rightful comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, no guy is better than Him until now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignoring RQ right now. Hahaha ! Thanks to Him for telling me all those stuffs. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Paya Lebar to help my brother just now. Learnt learnt :) Bubble tea !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks fun. But quite stressful if i were to forget how to make them :( Hope i'll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want a Clover ! And a bike ! :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.50PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6417989102635247596?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6417989102635247596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6417989102635247596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6417989102635247596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6417989102635247596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/08/sun-burnt-went-to-sentosa-yesterday-8.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-5653330808173297917</id><published>2010-08-08T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T02:20:55.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just realised that some people read my blog ! :x I thought no one will visit this &lt;div&gt;dead blog. Had been so tired lately. Playing basketball and going out. Really had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much fun playing basketball. On the other hand, it teaches me how to be more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confident in myself. For example, when i get the ball, i must try to score. I wasn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like this in the past. Always scared. Even though i'm still scared, i know i'm better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than what i was. :)! Also thanks to my lovely twinneh :D Who taught and encouraged &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me so much. She totally understands me :x Damn cool !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so gonna spend my time wisely for this weekend. " I hope... " Pray that it will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be a sunny Sunday because i wanna sun tan ! :( Hate my disgusting skin.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played bball at tenaga after going to Far east and bugis. Some unknown people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came and we played match. 3 v 3. Twin, huat and me vs 3 guys there. 1 fucking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idiot made a comment that they don't have to guard/block me cause i won't move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck him..! He's isn't that good anyway. If i were a guy, i'll show him what i've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is.. If i freaking touch him, its disgusting ! I never liked playing with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys; especially those whom i don't know. Don't like to get touched. Idiotic ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pui ! All thanks to his tall friend who snatched for the ball so hardly. Lol super &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long hands ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking of what i wanna be in the future. No ! I don't wanna be an &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accountant, but i wanna be a teacher who teaches accounting ! :) I believe that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being with younger people, will make me younger and being an accountant will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be more stressful. So much competition within a company even though the pay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is higher. Its more important to be happy ! :) I'm sure teachers too, will be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stressful but there's not many accounting teachers right now. :x Under government &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is also a good thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought of putting tattoo and learning bike. Though it may sound stupid, i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believe that trying isn't a bad thing. I thought of putting a Clover :) four leaf ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it :) Still remembered he bought me one. Clover means good luck :) And i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find it special. Though bike is unsafe, i just thought of experiencing it until older &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;age, when i get a stable job. Stable job = good income = car ! :D Maybe.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No school on Monday ! Shiok ! 1 lesser day to see sucker's faces in school :P Love it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping time ! :) Goodnight to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.20AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-5653330808173297917?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5653330808173297917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=5653330808173297917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5653330808173297917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5653330808173297917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-realised-that-some-people-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6466048119330706342</id><published>2010-08-04T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:23:05.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have not been feeling good for these few days. I wonder why.. Maybe its just &lt;div&gt;a new month for me. Problems at school, home and out. Too many people whom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't like or get along in school. Im totally not myself at school because there isnt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a need to be myself when others suck. Some talk without thinking, making themselves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a fool. Which i dislike the most. Totally shit. Money is another problem. Bought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snacks in school and people wanting to share it with me. I don't mind if they can stop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking as much as they want. As if i buy those because of them. I buy because im &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking hungry. Sharing isnt a problem. Even so, good friends around me gives me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this problem as well. Dad gave me 20bucks just now. Went out to celebrate Gs birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shared presents and dinner cost. I paid for some stuffs and friends owe me 16bucks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in total. I feel shitty because instead of spending the 20bucks for myself, i borrowed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it to others. That's what my dad gave, for sake.. No initiative to return as well. No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;comments. I don't wanna say much about it as others will say that im selfish. I wished &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that money is never a problem. Sigh.. I still owe him so much money. :( Wonder when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can really work during the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Orchard ion just now. Looked into the Swatch watch shop and saw that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;handsome guy whom we all saw during Huat's birthday at Aston; Suntec. The guy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whom looked like him.. But haha this is better looking :x though they really look alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kept staring at us while we walked pass as he picked up something on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took lots of photos too :)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't really wish to go to school. Don't wanna see faces which will make me piss. &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the fucking attitudes people can give. Immature behaviors make me sick. Boring life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.23AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6466048119330706342?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6466048119330706342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6466048119330706342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6466048119330706342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6466048119330706342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-not-been-feeling-good-for-these.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-3218194979078063326</id><published>2010-07-30T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:10:10.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;My blog is like dead for a very long long long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Last week, i attended for a BL ( bridge leader ) camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Friday 23rd July. Reported to school at 8. Headed to Yishun Safra. Get into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;groups and all. Thought that i will feel left out but luckily, we get to group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;up with people from our class. Shiok :) Cause majority is malay except 3 from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;my class. Grace, Adrian and me. If only Ernest came, it will be more fun. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Most of the time, i don't really mix well with people unless i know them well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;or they make friends with me before i do. They are always speaking in their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;language which makes things difficult for all of us. But they did change :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Our trainer; Joe, is a very nice guy. Not bad looking too ! More of cute :) Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;He's really caring and taught us lots of skills. For example, standing in front of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;a class, conducting games and activities..how to grab people's attention etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;He even brought our group with section B, to the different toilet for bath so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;we won't have to wait that long and its cleaner :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Had night walk in the night. :) Walked this dark path and get scared by other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;trainers. Kinda cute though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Day2, i love day 2 ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Had activities. Played along and made myself like an idiot for 1 game. Unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hit my head on a metal bar :( Everyone can't stop laughing at me. Lol. Yeah, i laughed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;at myself too. Hahaha. Damn stupid. " Cut bangs, get banged ", that's what Adrian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;said. Lol. Even the other trainer laughed like hell. Grrr ! Had campfire that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was hell memorable. We need to act an item, for every group. Before that, we all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;had lots of disagreements. Which made everything a mess. But once it get solved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;we kept practicing for the best. Yeah, we performed it and Joe was happy with us ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;After that, he was the only one standing right in front of us, clapping with a big smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;He told us that he didn't have the courage to train ITE students because all along, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;trained pri or sec students. ITE students are older and might not follow up to what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;he say. But after he met us, he said that we are his best students and the he cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;That was the first time he cried during a campfire. He said " I'm sad because you guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;cannot be my real friends " while he cried. He explained that he couldn't add us in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;facebook due to company's regulations. Everything that night, was so memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;2nd day was the day which i felt loved and belonged to the group. :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Day3.. The parting day. Had mass dance after breakfast and lunch. Then we head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;back to Simei :) Miss joe so much :) he's a really nice trainer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Last few days are still kinda normal.. School school and school. Nothing special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Today, twinneh and i, went to giant. Lol. Lots of stuffs happened. We stoled FBT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;shorts and got caught. :( Kinda scared but the man said that if we cooperate, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;won't refer us to the police. So i wasn't that scared... Kinda stupid.. I stole the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;white one. Went into the fitting room with 2 grey and 1 white. Came out with 2 grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;The white one is missing. Of course i stole the white one. That's what i saw on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;video. LOL Fucking stupid. If i took 2 white in, then it wouldn't be that obvious !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Grrr :( Called up my dad and all. Was kinda scared at first but yeah dad didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;scold me. Yet, he laughed at me. Can joke too. D: Hahah. The malay man kept saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;that i look like pai kia. He said that.. The first time he saw me, he knew that i will  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;steal something. My hair and face tells him that. What the hell... I don't look like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;gangster la. Then i talk to him.. He say that the way i reply also like pai kia. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;so speechless. Lol but he's funny :) That's why i wasn't really afraid. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Love my dad the most. :D I don't wanna steal things anymore. Don't wanna throw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;his face :) Love love :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this mad guy.. Asked me " I woo you.. can can ? " through sms. I said " NO ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol ! Damn it. What's wrong with guys out there ? Don't understand why got people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;admire me. Friends are good enough :) Cause, all you guys suck :D HAHA. Just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna enjoy my single life. But sometimes i feel like having a relationship :( Open &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my big eyes ! :) Love every single one around me and hate them if i have to :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks god, for giving me a lovely family. If i complaint, means i haven't been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking thoroughly :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30/7/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.10PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-3218194979078063326?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3218194979078063326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=3218194979078063326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3218194979078063326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3218194979078063326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-blog-is-like-dead-for-very-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1556895415085278007</id><published>2010-07-05T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T02:02:42.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sakae on Friday, 2nd July.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TDDKQpi0OJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AZEQNnHnGjY/s1600/SNC00287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TDDKQpi0OJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AZEQNnHnGjY/s320/SNC00287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490110333143234706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TDDKPyM9tVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/JYYn6K_3-U0/s1600/SNC00300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TDDKPyM9tVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/JYYn6K_3-U0/s320/SNC00300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490110318287631698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TDDJ9CLJs-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/8N-785NwDn0/s1600/SNC00282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TDDJ9CLJs-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/8N-785NwDn0/s320/SNC00282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490109996157481954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TDDJ8Zv0yEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8nk4uCnPF04/s1600/SNC00285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TDDJ8Zv0yEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/8nk4uCnPF04/s320/SNC00285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490109985305446466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.02am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1556895415085278007?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1556895415085278007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1556895415085278007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1556895415085278007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1556895415085278007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/07/sakae-on-friday-2nd-july.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/TDDKQpi0OJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AZEQNnHnGjY/s72-c/SNC00287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6993423326341121246</id><published>2010-06-20T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:10:10.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Holiday !!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Had class chalet from Monday to Wednesday 14-16 June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Stayed over and went home too. Drink drank drunk. Hahahaha. No drunk actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Drank Vodka with coke :) Chit chat with grace and others. Played cards and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Didn't sleep actually. Don't have any space to rest in the room so we actually ton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;outside while chatting. Quite average though. Didn't sleep for 2 days. The 2nd day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;was rather emo. Few friends got drunk. Haha i nearly got crazy but luckily i controlled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;myself :)! Looking at the others who got drunk, i also wanna get drunk but i scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Took bus 5 home from chalet on the 2nd day. It went pass changi prison and all then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;to simei. :(! Thought of him cause of those familiar places. Really heart aching. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;highway which we cycled to. The slope which caused my toe to bleed. The road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;which he rushed to get water and plaster for my wound. Those are so unforgettable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;which led me crying. That night, i became so emo. Hahaha fucking mind. :(! Kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;drinking till i nearly got drunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Don't know why guys kept asking girls the same few questions. Irritating. I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;that they thought girls are cheap stuffs. Which i really hate. Talking about sex and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;everything makes me think that they have no respects for us, the girls. Fucking guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Holiday holiday holiday.. Hoping for school to reopen. Not much pocket money and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;nothing to do. No money = no life :(! Baaaaa everyday play cabal. Hahaha :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Kinda sad that he's got someone whom he likes. No matter what, i will still wish him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;for the best. Every good girl deserves him :)! Returned him the internet usb today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Felt weird looking at him. It's like someone whom i've missed. But i cannot do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;anything but to look at him and smile. After i walked away, i cried. Damn.. Really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;hate myself. I miss him for sure. We are friends... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;10:10PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Happy Papa day :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6993423326341121246?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6993423326341121246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6993423326341121246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6993423326341121246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6993423326341121246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiday-had-class-chalet-from-monday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-388484008338327041</id><published>2010-06-11T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:30:59.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Bloggy ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Had menstration today ! :( What a sad thing. But it's all natural for girls. Aww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Anyway, i studied Business Environment for few hours last night ! Damn tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;today. But once i switched on the laptop, i'm all awake. Studied again during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;break time in the school library. But whatever i studied into details, didn't come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;out for the test today ! I seriously still hope that i can get grade A :(! Really suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Changed outfit and went out with twinny, je gong and gs :) Went to Dempsey to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;collect our pay. First time changed in school la. So many people kept looking at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;me like some weirdo. Classmate disturb me. Kept saying that i look good and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;all. Bullshit. Saw Mr Andrew, Communication subject teacher. He saw me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;kept smiling. Lol total weirdo. But he's a nice teacher :) from Scotland ! Love his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;natural light brown coloured hair. Lol. Yeah but in the end, twinny didn't wear the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;same outfit as mine :( Cause we did promised to wear the same one. Baaaa ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Super mood swing in school though. Hahahaha super hate some people. Grrrr :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Love my brother man ! He's always willing to help me :D I'm so lucky :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Don't know how to survive during the chalet. With people i hate.. And with no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;money to eat. Sucks ?!?!?! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Sigh.. I'm still upset ! Though i smile always. Sucksssss :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Not ready, not interested :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;11.30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-388484008338327041?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/388484008338327041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=388484008338327041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/388484008338327041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/388484008338327041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/06/bloggy-had-menstration-today-what-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-8891496221606817849</id><published>2010-06-07T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:33:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Blog blog blog ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Still remembered the other time, we went to celebrate SengHuat's birthday at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Suntec city on 20th May. Ate Aston over there :) Saw a guy who looked super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;like "Him" last few years. Super handsome :D! Even twinny also agreed with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Hahaha. Same skinny skinny type but more handsome by a little bit and taller :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Really look like Him laaaa :) In his long hair, the first few times i met him in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Been shopping with twin lately and slacking with cliques. Life still goes on smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Happy being with cliques :) Extremely loving twinny :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Sometimes don't feel like going to school.. Don't really like all of my classmates, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;should admit. :) Some though.. Argh ! Always having difficulties making friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;because i don't trust someone easily and i tend to hate people easily. Haha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Went out with Arisman; twin's classmate, the other time. It was a Tuesday but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;can't remember which date. We had been messaging for a few days actually. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;not now :D He treated me movie :)! After that day, i feel that he's not the one i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;like. Afterall, i still cant forget about Him :(! Not a time for anything new.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;He's somehow like a playboy to me. Thanks twinny for telling me some things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;which i don't know :D Love youuuu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Had been messaging a guy name Adrian lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;It's been like 2 months i've been contacting Adrian. Always asking me out :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;But until now, i rejected him. Baaaa :x We kinda share some likings in common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;But i don't have any special feelings for him. More like only friends :) He's also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;like a brother to me. 4 years age gap, finished NS though :)! More mature too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Still don't like :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Sometimes i wish that i don't have any feelings.. Like a person without a heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I saw His facebook wall, "An hour ago, An eye candy, At bedok's princess mac."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;:( Saw His comments, a girl looked at him and all. Felt kinda jealous. But baaaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I shouldn't be feeling all these shit ! That's why i say that i'm most of the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;DUMB :D Sometimes in class, i just don't feel like talking. :( Don't want anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;to notice me. Just wanna be alone. But at that point of time, my mind can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;stop thinking thinking and thinking. :( Sucks. Baaaaaaaaaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;10.32PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-8891496221606817849?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8891496221606817849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=8891496221606817849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8891496221606817849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8891496221606817849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-blog-blog-still-remembered-other.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1669615243939454731</id><published>2010-05-18T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:16:54.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Sunday 16May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Went to twinny's house ! :) Together with gong, gs and senghuat, after eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;lunch at market :) The rest sang karaoke while seng huat and i sat there and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;listen :D Hahaha time pass extremely fast too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Monday 17May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Too tired !! :( Studied till 11+ last night. Just for awhile. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Met Grace and Hanisah on the bus as usual. Saw Andy too hahaha but he's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;sleepy head. Don't know why suddenly i get so emo in the bus. Listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;chinese song about love. So many flashbacks came to my mind. Can't hold it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;and shed some tears. I still can't believe. But i'm strong :) Seriously can't stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;thinking about the past these few days. I don't want to keep him by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;but i just miss the past :) Too much of memories. I wonder why he can refrain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;from thinking about it. I wanna learn toooooo ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went to Tampines Mall for dinner with twin, gong and gs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ate filipino cuisine :) Still miss my auntie; maid's cooking :( Can't wait for her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;to come back :D Haahhaa ! And, we bought present for huat's bday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cam-whored with twinny in the bus on the way home ! Hahahah damn fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;AND i got a big big big ugly pimple at my chinnnnnnn ! :( I think my menses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;is really coming. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Going to have sore throat soon :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY ! Wanna have that motivationnnnnnnnnnnnnn !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;NO RELATIONSHIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;NO LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;LOVE FAMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;LOVE STUDYING ( hahaha ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;XX WANNA GO TO TEMASEK POLYTECHNIC ACCOUNTING COURSE !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;10.55PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S_KvDVOtOiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LKdjQ7sLcAw/s1600/30788_390241733601_719193601_4091073_7804855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S_KvDVOtOiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LKdjQ7sLcAw/s320/30788_390241733601_719193601_4091073_7804855_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472628968981871138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S_KvDLUUozI/AAAAAAAAAho/AFzDGJe3j14/s1600/30788_390241678601_719193601_4091064_1061270_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S_KvDLUUozI/AAAAAAAAAho/AFzDGJe3j14/s320/30788_390241678601_719193601_4091064_1061270_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472628966321070898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S_KvCgvGJNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4kndBjlWBGg/s1600/30788_390241718601_719193601_4091071_3323093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S_KvCgvGJNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4kndBjlWBGg/s320/30788_390241718601_719193601_4091071_3323093_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472628954890642642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1669615243939454731?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1669615243939454731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1669615243939454731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1669615243939454731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1669615243939454731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunday-16may.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S_KvDVOtOiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LKdjQ7sLcAw/s72-c/30788_390241733601_719193601_4091073_7804855_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-5603184553547010478</id><published>2010-05-16T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:23:07.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 week has passed. Things are still the same. Nothing much to&lt;br /&gt;blog about. Just got a new haircut. Shaved the left side of my&lt;br /&gt;hair and trimmed some, leaving the right side without touching.&lt;br /&gt;Liked my new hairstyle because it's special. Most said that girls&lt;br /&gt;with a broken heart will normally cut their hair short. Some how&lt;br /&gt;i cut away one part because i want to forget the bad past while&lt;br /&gt;leaving some untouched because i want to remember the good times (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks cliques for suggesting for my hairstyle. Really love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that i kept thinking of him still. Looking at his&lt;br /&gt;life now, i'm happy :) Cause he got over me and he's close to his&lt;br /&gt;new friends. I wonder if i didn't break up with him..I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;he will keep a distance away from them, especially girls. It has&lt;br /&gt;a good side too :) whatever it is, both of us should be happier :)&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why i'm still thinking so much about the past.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at other couples make me regret. I'm not the one for him.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him tagging in Karrie's posts, made me jealous. Yes i did.&lt;br /&gt;All those sweet talks, flirting talks. Really jealous....&lt;br /&gt;And i realised that i haven't got over him. Sucks !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;There's this guy who is interested in me. He got my number from Andy.&lt;br /&gt;Kept messaging me and wanting to meet me. Somehow i feel that things&lt;br /&gt;will never be the same. We had been messaging for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no feelings for him. And i'm not interested in a&lt;br /&gt;relationship for now. All i want is a sincere friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I want to study and go to Temasek Polytechnic ! :)&lt;br /&gt;I want to prove to others that i can do it :) and don't wanna let my&lt;br /&gt;parents down anymore. Its kinda disgrace for myself that i entered&lt;br /&gt;ITE; even though ITE wasn't a really bad school. But people do despise&lt;br /&gt;us. :( This world sucks. Nothing is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you twinny for being so nice to me :D&lt;br /&gt;Love the times :) + cliqueeeeeeeeeees !&lt;br /&gt;If there's someone who reads my blog right now, thanks for reading :)&lt;br /&gt;2:21AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-5603184553547010478?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5603184553547010478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=5603184553547010478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5603184553547010478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5603184553547010478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-week-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6368281683279135377</id><published>2010-05-08T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:33:11.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Tuesday, 4th May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Went down for dinner with Twinny :D Ate dumplings with pig organ's soup at 121 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Saw En gong ! :D LOL She was walking pass and she did stupid things to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;attract my attention. Such a coincidence ! :D Twin actually wanted to drink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;beer. So i pei-ed her :D And also gong came along. Happy ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UJZ7-V-dI/AAAAAAAAAhU/pxezkpkZa7w/s1600/29181_385729343601_719193601_3994748_6158715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UJZ7-V-dI/AAAAAAAAAhU/pxezkpkZa7w/s320/29181_385729343601_719193601_3994748_6158715_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468787663711893970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Revised notes on BEV while we chit chat and drank :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UJZQFzotI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8fOvFSF9K2M/s1600/29181_385728913601_719193601_3994742_6758013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UJZQFzotI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8fOvFSF9K2M/s320/29181_385728913601_719193601_3994742_6758013_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468787651932037842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Then Xiu Min came ! :) She came with a "bike". Cool one ! Twinny and i borrowed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;the bike and we rode around petal (near gong's house). We were damn noisy but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;totally FUN !! Love it so much. That bike costs only 300+. Damn.. I want one too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Don't have to pedal. Just turn the handle down on the right side and it will move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;slowly. Just like a motor bike ! :D Suddenly feel like riding a bike la :( HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Seriously FUN FUN FUN ! Better than car :x But yeah its dangerous. Twin damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;cute cause she got shaky hands. HAhaha kept laughing at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Nothing special happened on Wednesday and Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Except that i met Rachel baobei at 137 on Wednesday :D With Ahbee, Shuzheng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;and some others. :D Miss hanging out like the past. But sometimes you can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;bring back the past. Hahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Friday; 7 May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Ended school early ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Went to Tampines to eat Yoshinoya with classmates :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Walked in T1 and headed home after that. It was not as fun though, but i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;still happy cause i don't wanna go home that early haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Saturday; 8 May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Guess what ! I ironed my clothes and washed the rabbit cage today. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;What a good girl :) LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;RAIN !! Ruined our clique outing today :( next time then. Kinda disappointed !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Can't wait for dinner later with my family :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Plus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;extra pics from last week's kite flying at Marina Barage :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UI_GoihLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/bW0f2ncaH5w/s1600/29181_385345308601_719193601_3985666_2828484_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UI_GoihLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/bW0f2ncaH5w/s320/29181_385345308601_719193601_3985666_2828484_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468787202716763314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UI-qbyzMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jNHO6sTp0hw/s1600/29181_385345238601_719193601_3985655_1646975_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UI-qbyzMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jNHO6sTp0hw/s320/29181_385345238601_719193601_3985655_1646975_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468787195147111618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;This cute little boy ! He came and disturb us. I find him irritating at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;But hell adorable after that. He's SMART. He knows how to use my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Lol ! :D So cute ! He even farted. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UI-BSfexI/AAAAAAAAAg0/bBvZ2CY3UDg/s1600/29181_385345193601_719193601_3985648_6077356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UI-BSfexI/AAAAAAAAAg0/bBvZ2CY3UDg/s320/29181_385345193601_719193601_3985648_6077356_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468787184102243090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UI9vteGtI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3PF4c4ef3i4/s1600/29181_385344958601_719193601_3985617_67839_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UI9vteGtI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3PF4c4ef3i4/s320/29181_385344958601_719193601_3985617_67839_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468787179383560914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.33PM :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6368281683279135377?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6368281683279135377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6368281683279135377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6368281683279135377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6368281683279135377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuesday-4th-may.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S-UJZ7-V-dI/AAAAAAAAAhU/pxezkpkZa7w/s72-c/29181_385729343601_719193601_3994748_6158715_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-3364775606398674357</id><published>2010-05-03T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:40:52.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;April 31, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;After school, we went out for lunch ! With Hanisah, Grace, Jesslyn, Sarah, Stanley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Patricia, Bryce, Abigail, ChuanYa and Teresa. :) Ate Pizza Hut ! Yummy. With free flow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;of pepsi ! :D Damn shiok. Ate the spicy chicky dump-lets and double cheese pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Before that, we went to Toys-R-Us. Played ball in there, throwing at each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Lol ! Hell lots of fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Rushed home and bathed to meet twinneh !!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Took bus 5 to Far East Plaza. We planned to buy the same slippers but ended up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;there's only 1 pair which we wanted. So we went down to Bugis to look for another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;pair. Sadly, there's isn't any. So i chose a different design ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;HAHAHA but yeah ! I really had so much fun with twinneh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S97XqKA0WJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/IBfZ977fSVY/s1600/30147_384707078601_719193601_3966745_6297947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S97XqKA0WJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/IBfZ977fSVY/s320/30147_384707078601_719193601_3966745_6297947_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467044116916623506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Tenega to meet the rest of the clique ! :D LOVED !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Cam whored with En's laptop !! :D Too much photos ! Don't wanna bother myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;uploading all of them. Really happy :) Ate stupid fried curry chicken after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Eeeew !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S97XqqgG-pI/AAAAAAAAAgc/XpU6GOpuopg/s1600/30147_384671028601_719193601_3965574_6812956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S97XqqgG-pI/AAAAAAAAAgc/XpU6GOpuopg/s320/30147_384671028601_719193601_3965574_6812956_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467044125637802642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S97XqZ2EU9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/LLaxkGHEoAY/s1600/30147_384672753601_719193601_3965749_2391102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S97XqZ2EU9I/AAAAAAAAAgU/LLaxkGHEoAY/s320/30147_384672753601_719193601_3965749_2391102_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467044121166500818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saturday, 1st May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;LABOUR DAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;But twin, gs and i, workedddddddddddddd !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Went to Dempsey ! :D Worked from 9 to 4. Apparently, we were late. LOL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Azhar was there ! He gave us instructions. :) Easy job though. Send drinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;and clear table. Have to wait till the 15th then we can get our pay :D&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures too ! :) But i only post one of myself. Lazy to search for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S97XrZGuqyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/KS8t8oDcjSw/s1600/30147_384687613601_719193601_3966074_2634295_n+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S97XrZGuqyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/KS8t8oDcjSw/s320/30147_384687613601_719193601_3966074_2634295_n+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467044138147818274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Sunday; 2nd May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;FLY KITE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Met twin, En, and huat on bus 60. Edwin and GS at bedok inter :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Bought lots of foods from NTUC which made my bag damn heavy la :( hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Went to Marina Barage !!! Bought Stingrey kite with twinny :) While huat bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;a BAT. lol ! Damn cute. We kept laughing at others " failure to fly a kite " and we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;ended up just like that. -.- !! Only one success and too much success ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Flew Octopus kite with GS :D It really flew up high ! Until it ran out of string. -.- !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I didn't realize that there's isn't any string left and boom ! Octopus flew away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We ran chasing after it of course. Damn funny and stupid. 1st attempt and FAILED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Twinny and i tried to untangle the string and the sky changed from bright to dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;:( didn't really managed to fly any kite !! We will fly kite again next week !!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;So happy ! Really love to fly kite now. Hahahaha ! Provided it has to be successful :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Took photos too ! But haven't take them from twinny :x will upload some soon ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, 3rd May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School school school ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Labour day brought forward but we still have schoooool ! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. Didn't know en, huat and gs skipped school ! Or else i should have skipped &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with them ! Hahaha ! On the way home after school, saw them at bedok inter with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huat's mom. So coincidence ! I followed them to tampines as huat wanted to fix &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his sim card :D His mom treated us dinner at Long John Silver ! :) Happy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed my blog skin to the normal template. I love simplicity :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passed so quickly and i realised that i'm not totally obsessed with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly, it's fading away. It's not worth to think of someone who's already gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought about what he said to me, i will never beg for his love. I left him and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its no more :) I deserve to be happy. Single is still the best !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.40PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-3364775606398674357?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3364775606398674357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=3364775606398674357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3364775606398674357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3364775606398674357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/05/april-31-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S97XqKA0WJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/IBfZ977fSVY/s72-c/30147_384707078601_719193601_3966745_6297947_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6259937615141687015</id><published>2010-04-28T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:07:43.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Sunday; 25April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Afternoon, i went to find JE gong :) Took thick needle from her and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;went home to pierce. I tried pushing on the tongue first. I was scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;and hands were shaking so badly. Saw my lip hole and started trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;to switch target. After a while of pushing from the front, i felt the tip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;of the needle coming out. But i wanted it to come out from the "old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;hole" which i already had. Kept trying to find the hole and finally it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;went in. I used to have a tongue and lip piercing and there's still hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Its the middle part that has closed. Headed on to tongue again. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;definitely more painful at the tongue.. But yeah, went through again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Dad saw me piercing in the kitchen and he said " Humph ! Ki siao again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;right ?! " And i answered, " Too sian already ah... " Then he walked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;away. He didn't stop me from doing what i like :) As well as my brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;and maid :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Went out with twinny to Bugis after that ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Bought a bag at Zinc for 30bucks. Lol ! Met a funny salesman too. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;kept joking with us. Irritating ! But hell funny. Hahaha. Even psycho-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;us to buy the bag and yeah he succeeded. Really good :) That was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;first time i met someone so outgoing lol ! Then we went walking around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;in the street looking for slippers. Went into this shop with a china lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;tending it. Twin was on the phone while i was looking at the slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Then i heard " What sizes do you need ? ", in chinese. I didn't reply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;cause i didn't know who was she talking to. Of course twin didn't too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;cause she's on the phone. Then we walked out of the shop and i heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;that bitch saying " deaf, mute, deaf, mute ! " I was so pissed and i told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;that to twin after she hang up her phone. Mother F.. We were angry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;so we went in there again to look for the slippers, we wanna see what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;she'll do next. Obviously she's isn't happy with us. We looked at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;same slippers again and this time she said, " No size for you " with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;black face. HAHA ! Priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Headed down to Tampines to look for slippers too. We had KFC for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;dinner :D love her so much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Monday; 25April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;School school school. Didn't really remember what happened on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Lol !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Tuesday; 26April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Morning on the way to school, saw Andy in the bus :) In the end, went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;school with Grace, ShiYa and Andy. Missed a bus and waited for a long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;time until the next bus arrived. Hahaha. He's a smoker until now. Bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Another funny thing is, 2 lift came and i followed him into the lift while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;the rest are in the other lift. I didn't see them so i just rushed in.. Felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;so dummy. Lol ! But funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Class again as usual.. Had this LLA lesson; life skill activity ? :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;The damn teacher didn't come, the whole class signed the register and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;walked out for break. Had about 3 hours break. The teacher said " Do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;whatever you guys want " So, we skipped :) After lunch, there's another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;1 and a half hour lesson for that. He showed us a video about race &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;discrimination. Good show ! :) Forgot what's the title of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Sad to say that, lessons on Tuesday are BORING !!! -_- !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;After school, waited for Hanisah. Her friend had a relationship problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;So she wanted to wait for her and we accompanied honey :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;While waiting for bus, a lady sat beside me at the bus stop. She placed her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;hand on mine and said, " Girl, your hand is pretty. Thin and long means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;will have good life. " She showed me hers and said, " Mine, fat and short..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Now work so hard. " And we chit chat :) Hope what she said was true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;then. Haha :) But her story about her work is kinda sad. She cleans the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;table in the canteen of the school. :( Hard working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;:( My aunt went back to Philippines. Aunt also known as maid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Had a good dinner before sending her off. Kinda miss her right now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Plus, i'm sure Whitey misses her too ! He's always bored now. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;one plays with him. I have to do housework from today onwards !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;She'll be back next month :) Just gotta wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Wednesday; 26April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Started school at 10 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;My classmate; Sarah and her boyfriend had some conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Relationship is so problematic. Even though i'm single now, i'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;But jealous to see other's being sweet sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;What's mine is mine, what's not mine is not mine :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Thinking so much.. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;9.07PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6259937615141687015?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6259937615141687015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6259937615141687015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6259937615141687015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6259937615141687015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-25april.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2441409555513236142</id><published>2010-04-25T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:25:22.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Wednesday 21 april night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Met twinny to slack. I drank Heineken beer. Lol ! Kinda bored and wanna try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;if i can feel better. Drank only one bottle and we cammed all the way. Had so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;much fun with her :) Talked my heart out and of course i felt better after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;that. Really wanna thank her. So much love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Thursday, 22 April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Had 1 and a half hour of P.E lesson ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Ran the stadium for 3 rounds. Tiring ! At least i feel happier after exercising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I know my physical shit is so weak now.. Lessons as usual.. Can't wait to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;swim. One day i shall ask clique to swim ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Friday, 23 April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;1 hour of accounting fundamental lesson. 30 mins of break with the class at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;cafe. Had this stupid inter class competition at the indoor sports hall. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;boring ! :( Ended school at 12.30.. Went to eat, go home, sleep and day end !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Lol :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Saturday, 24 April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Woke up at 11. Went to Eunos with twinny and Senghuat to meet Guanshen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Headed to Marina bay to meet Edwin then work at Marina Barage. So many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;kites ! :) Happy to see those. I feel like being a kite, let someone fly me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;into the sky and forget all the bad memories :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Drank Heineken beer again :D for freeee. + brought a can home. Also drank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;wine :x the person in charge gave us some free drinks + food :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Walked from marina barage to mrt :( so tiring.. Headed wrong direction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;then need to walk back. Sweat like hell !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Whenever i read his reply to me, i feel that he's blaming me for leaving him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;He kept saying that i left him and i should be happy. The one leaving doesn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;mean that they will be happy. I don't know.. I felt that i got shot by so many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;bullets at one time. Don't know what the hell can i do. I'm keeping too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;things to myself. It really suck ! Forgive and forget is bullshit because i cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;do it. I just felt blamed for everything. I hate this feeling. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I wanna pierce !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;1:24AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2441409555513236142?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2441409555513236142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2441409555513236142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2441409555513236142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2441409555513236142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday-21-april-night-met-twinny-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7879994201776515562</id><published>2010-04-21T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:52:50.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Tuesday; 20 April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;School as usual. Paid lots of attention during class (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Somehow i have some friends issue. Like.. I don't really like a few in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;group. But it takes time to accept them too. " New ones are not better than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;old ones." I believe in that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;On the way home in the bus, bumped into Cheston and YangBin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Cheston is still as handsome. Haha. - Just saying but didn't have any other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;meaning. Good that he's still with his gf :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Rain rain rain. It's like every evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Wednesday; 21 April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Lessons starts at 10 ! But we had to attend this " Principal talk " so we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;to go to school by 8. In the end, the talk started at 9. Wtf.. Wasted my precious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;sleeping time. Lessons as usual after that.. Nearly doze off during AFD lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;:( Too sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Got the urge to pierce my lips again. Ernest; a classmate, has a lip piercing !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Lol ! Kinda tempted to put tattoo too. Anyway no one can control me now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;But i won't be so dumb to put something weird. Thought of putting my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I love to blast music in my ears nowadays. Damn shiok :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Went on to facebook and saw "his" profile. "He's" talking about "her".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Went dumb and changed my nick to a angry tone. Again, i thought he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;trying to make me jealous. After that, i felt sad. Changed it to "I should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;let go- in Chinese". He started talking to me asking if its regarding him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;I said that it was nothing and i went to sleep. He left a offline message to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;me which i read it awhile ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;- ok might as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;- just thought u let me go so long ago because of ur decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;- what's lost to me may not be the best anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;- but just in case i just wanna say i already got over us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;- all these while im not acting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;- its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;- so please dont think it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;He wants me to move on. I kinda hate him. I should say, i hate guys. All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;jerks. Yeah. I don't wanna be so stupid anymore. There's no point being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;sad over him. Not worth. The truth is, I haven't got over him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;6:52pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7879994201776515562?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7879994201776515562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7879994201776515562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7879994201776515562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7879994201776515562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/tuesday-20-april.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-8155152810708366046</id><published>2010-04-19T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:53:58.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Sunday 18 April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Actually wanted to go out with the cliques. But didn't have much money to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;And they met some of their ex classmates so twinny and I didn't wanna go. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Met twinny afterall. She accompanied me to trim my hair. :D So happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Miss her so much (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Been thinking so much lately. Going crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;No one is sincere except him. That guy who messaged me last few days ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I told him to give up and all. From yesterday, i stopped receiving his messages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Haha. Looks like it ended. I don't really bother. This is a way to see if who is really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;sincere :) He don't worth anything. Hate this type of guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Afterall, he's still the best in my eyes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Don't really care about relationships now. Poly is my goal ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Jerks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Can't believe that i cried last night. Think too much. -.- really dumb ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Monday 19 April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Emotional + happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Late for school as usual. Haha ! I'm really attentive in class today. So proud of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;myself :) Had "CMS" some communication skill lesson. OMG ! The teacher is SO&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOME ! He's from Scotland. Ang Moh ! Damn handsome ! :D Motivation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;to attend school everyday. HAhaa crazy ! But his accents are too strong. Don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;really catch any balls during lessons somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Business environment lesson is SO DULL but i managed to make notes thru out !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Had "CARE" lesson from 4 to 5 ! Happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Sang birthday song for April people. Ate cake ! Care lesson is really fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Had loud musics and everyone is playing pillow fight. Lol ! Someone kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;throwing at me. -.- didn't really get to catch the culprit but i was throwing at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;everyone. Haha ! Stress out !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Love today's care lesson. Really feel that the class is getting closer :) Fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I can't believe that i actually took out my notes to read for about 30mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Even thou its only 30 mins, its a miracle. HAHA ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;9.53PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;sleeping soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Can't stop thinking of you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life still goes on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-8155152810708366046?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8155152810708366046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=8155152810708366046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8155152810708366046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8155152810708366046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-18-april.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-5419247675260140123</id><published>2010-04-16T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:17:38.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;School school school.. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Saw AndyLow in school :) Exchanged number and met up for lunch in school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;yesterday. With my friends and his. Lol ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Saw many other friends in school too. Looks like there's so many people ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;up in ITE college east too. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Lessons started yesterday with Accounting Fundamental and Business &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Environment studies. Accounting Fundamental is similar to the Principals of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;accounts which we've learnt last few years. Business Environment is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;rather dull subject. Studying and understanding the different type of working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;problems. More like MEMORIZING lesson. So boring. Like history lesson. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Hahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Andy's friend took my number. -_- he said that i'm attractive. Wtf.. I've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;entertaining his messages. Cause i'm too bored !!! He even asked me out. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;im seriously not interested in him. Just make friends thats all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;School is somehow getting interesting, especially class. Getting more sociable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;HAIR STYLING course guys are freaking handsome la ! Gosh ! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Never stopped looking at the fucking cool hair. I think i've chosen the wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;course. Damn ! And and, beauty and spa course, the girls damn chio :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;But i wonder why hair styling girls are not pretty. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I damn bored. Kept thinking...... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Still think that some things are meant to make me think wild. But whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;it is, i'll still be strong and live positively !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Life still goes on even though its a blessing in disguise :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;STUDY MODE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;11:17PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-5419247675260140123?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5419247675260140123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=5419247675260140123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5419247675260140123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5419247675260140123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-school-school.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2468040614980176060</id><published>2010-04-12T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:15:58.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday; 10 April.&lt;div&gt;Went shopping with my auntie; aka maid. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought black shoes for school after i read that only black shoes allowed for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accounting and other business related courses ! Kinda shag cause i wasted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom's money on the converse brown shoe. The black one costs 40bucks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though.. Went to tampines NTUC and bought lots of crackers as well as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;milk :D It's been a long time since i last drank milk. I must be so low in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calcium now. Hahahaha ! Can't forget that the guy cashier was starring at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me for a long time. Kinda irritated so i walked away to the ATM to redraw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some money. While eating with my aunt at the food court, i mentioned that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;irritating guy. She said that while i walked to the ATM machine, he kept &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking out for me. Gosh. Kinda goose bump. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday; 11 April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened actually. Except that dad and i went to 121 for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner. :) Went to bed at around 3+ but didn't get to sleep because my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brain was talking too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday; 12 April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st day of school. Orientation. Rushed and packed my bag quickly, thinking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might be late for school. Walked pass 151 coffee shop and saw WeeKian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave a smiley stupid face and he was there giving that type of XL face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna bish his face at that time. F face.. Went to school with Seng Huat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nearly missed the stop. Lol !! Damn joke. A total weirdy feeling when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entered the school. Full with students. Anyway, classmates are still alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made friend with Patricia. :) 1st classmate i made. Lots of stupid games &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though. Sweat like hell too. Kinda happy that the classrooms are air &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;conditioned :) Food there are also not really expensive. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 guy disturb my name. He's from accounting nitec course. Someone in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my class called Xiang Kun. He used to call him Xiang Xiang. Lol ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda bored to wake up early for school.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:15pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2468040614980176060?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2468040614980176060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2468040614980176060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2468040614980176060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2468040614980176060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/saturday-10-april.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2448949312657145111</id><published>2010-04-08T04:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T04:53:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Went to parkway with my family last few days on the Sunday; 4th April..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Met mom at Watson's. Bought food for Whitey :) Cost $100. Brother paid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;half for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Ate New york new york.. Felt that being with my family is somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;important. On the way there, in the bus, i think a lot. Passed by the bus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;stop where lots of memories placed. Hahaha its over.. Useless to think about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;it also. Uncontrollable. Freaking brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I can say that im thinking too much almost everyday. Lol ! Whenever im &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;bored, i'll think of shit stuffs. Damn.. Life is kinda meaningless. But somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;it will benefit. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Went cycling today with jiaen, guanshen and senghuat. Cycled around Bedok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Reservoir Park.. 2 rounds. Tired legs.. Get to see beautiful view of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;reservoir. Its hell beautiful at night. No wonder i see couples sitting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;benches :) how sweet ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Went to 85 market for dinner. Stingray :) Everywhere i go, i think of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Hahaha what a dumb ass. Stupid shit. Get a life.. He don't need you now! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;He asked me questions about why i broke up with him and what is his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;character about. Blablabla. Just hope that he'll be happier :D hope he'll change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;his character to be a better man. So he have many choices to make :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;As for me, it's still difficult to let it go. But i believe that time will heal. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;For now, i'll not trust anyone easily. Because humans are scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Self esteem ? I don't think i need self esteem. Yes, what's important, is how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;you looked at yourself. I don't think that i suit you anymore. You should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;be with someone better :) I'm not the one. Just be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;4.53AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2448949312657145111?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2448949312657145111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2448949312657145111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2448949312657145111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2448949312657145111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/went-to-parkway-with-my-family-last-few.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-715141200593943132</id><published>2010-04-07T04:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:11:00.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You've got the wrong story again.. Or maybe i didn't put everything clearly.&lt;div&gt;No one can understand me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly speaking, i'm scared of guys now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared of so many things right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't stop thinking. Feared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might not be able to fall for someone for a period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always lying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.10am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-715141200593943132?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/715141200593943132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=715141200593943132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/715141200593943132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/715141200593943132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/youve-got-wrong-story-again.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6727169522533695722</id><published>2010-04-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:41:02.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's good to see that you are moving on. :) Go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6727169522533695722?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6727169522533695722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6727169522533695722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6727169522533695722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6727169522533695722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-good-to-see-that-you-are-moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-516186454899263674</id><published>2010-04-02T03:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T04:11:16.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went to Simei ITE in the noon with twin, gs and senghuat. Senghuat is also studying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the same school. We went there to see if there's any sales of uniform. Unfortunately, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's closed. Have to return on Wednesday as they will be opening then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed down to Sheng Siong supermart at bedok. Shopped for food and went to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senghuat's house after that. Then jiaen came along :) Ate cup noodles with pork corn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chicken. Played with huat's horny dog. It kept wanting to " F " my leg. Kinda irritated &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its freaking cute. I wish my dog is as daring as that. As in.. coming to look at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people closely rather than to hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Tampines Giant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played ball in the sport's depart. Lol ! People went staring at us. Freak old man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En went to throw a ball and hit onto someone, then we ran off. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate meatballs and some cakes at IKEA. Couldn't believe that i ate a wonderful cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw blueberry cheesecake. " His " favourite. Most of the time we went to IKEA in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the past, i'll get cheesecake. Didn't know there's blueberry one. How i wish i can eat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that with him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating, we roamed around. Flashbacks came.. Thinking of those times when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"we" were together. Talking about designs of "our home" will be like. Hell lots of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;memories.. Shall not talk about sad stuffs. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Messaged him and realised that he's with rachel. Playing lan with some other friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda guess that rachel actually didn't really like me now. I told "him".. And he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said probably is because she's disappointed in "us".. So i think that it's true that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she didn't really like me. I can see it from her facial expression when we bumped &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into each other that time.. And maybe, he told her that :) Even when we messaged, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her reply to me was rather cold.... Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may seem strong, happy or rather " fierce ".. " haha some say that i look fierce &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i don't smile. Don't know if its really true.. " I do get hurt when i see friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hating me or being sarcastic with me. Geez.. Maybe i just think too much.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I envy "him" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might wanna cut my hair short. But im afraid that i'll regret. Twin said that i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;might look fine :) But en said that it don't suit me. :( Don't know what to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He" told me that he'll trim his hair like one of the Korean singer. Also told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he bought a Zara leather jacket for poly use. I think that he's making me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jealous. But maybe not. Im just thinking too much lately. Going crazy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suits him :) He's got charm. And most girls will go crazy for him. Just hope he'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make the right choice. Wish him the best :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, its twinny and me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TxfEBLbNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Kd1yZJRt7fw/s1600/Photo0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TxfEBLbNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Kd1yZJRt7fw/s320/Photo0407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455250564609436882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dug out some photos taken on the 29th March. Work at dempsey house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TwHgmTvTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/s5NJGlKulsk/s1600/Photo0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TwHgmTvTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/s5NJGlKulsk/s320/Photo0373.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249060452875570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TwHFWbm_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/brmpj4IjUYQ/s1600/Photo0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TwHFWbm_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/brmpj4IjUYQ/s320/Photo0353.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249053138525170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TwGzOSnII/AAAAAAAAAfk/LBe-QqP3oXY/s1600/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TwGzOSnII/AAAAAAAAAfk/LBe-QqP3oXY/s320/DSC00791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249048272542850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TwGTprVkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hFM0Lp0Af_4/s1600/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TwGTprVkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hFM0Lp0Af_4/s320/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249039797474882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinda blur and small. Hahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im suprised that someone reads my blog ! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:11AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-516186454899263674?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/516186454899263674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=516186454899263674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/516186454899263674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/516186454899263674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/04/went-to-simei-ite-in-noon-with-twin-gs.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S7TxfEBLbNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Kd1yZJRt7fw/s72-c/Photo0407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1140668337821803118</id><published>2010-03-31T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:12:01.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worked at Dempsey with twin, gs, en and senghuat on 29th. $7 per hour. A really&lt;div&gt;good deal. Slacked all the way. Only a 1 day job for 7 hours. :D At first, we had to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clean the buffet materials then after that, we just have to clear tables if there are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waste food. Chit chat all the way. Saw the old colleagues in skinny pizza :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate buffet, watch performance, chat with old friends and made new friends. Geez..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this irritating guy. Kept shooting me with a water gun and kinda stick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close to me. Kinda regretted being so friendly. In the end it was all so awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Even picked up a little paper on my hair. I think of "him" at that point of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda emo after that. Lol ! I must be so stupid ! It's like.. I felt that i betrayed "him".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha ! But once again, yes, we are over. Blablabla....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what my friends said to me, " patch back with him la "..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's some reason why i didn't wanna patch back with him. 1 simple reason is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of his family. Frankly speaking, i don't really like them 100%. I think that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they don't respect my religion. And, perhaps im thinking too much. I feel that they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are a little too "crazy" over their religion. Haha non of my problem though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying that " god created animals for us to eat ", when i can't eat beef. Geez :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell myself that he will definitely meet someone better in life who can respect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and accept him :) It's hard to walk into a house where family talks about religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even so, his wallpaper on his computer is about that. &lt;div&gt;"crazy". No offense :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supper time ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.11pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1140668337821803118?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1140668337821803118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1140668337821803118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1140668337821803118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1140668337821803118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/03/worked-at-dempsey-with-twin-gs-en-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-5064534727486465860</id><published>2010-03-29T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:31:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling kinda bored so I'll just blog about some stuffs..&lt;div&gt;Had so much to say but i guess there's no one out there is going to be my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listening ear. Friends dont have relationship now, i dont think they cares &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about my problems anyway. Hahaha. Typing to a wall is fine for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've thought through of what i had done to him. I was too unreasonable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scolding him even though we are friends. Having period, i really think too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much. Bad mood easily. Come to think of it, everything is just my fault. He &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont have to tolerate these. When he said that he's gonna give up on me, i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt so pain. And of course sad.. I even saved the damn msn conversation, all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our quarreling. He told me that there's other options for him and im aint &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worthy. I guess those words are from his anger. But, i think that its true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me that a girl whom she liked him for last few years, came back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;messaging him. 2 years and 7+ months. And she's back ? Just go and get her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had good feelings for her in the past but yet he didnt give her the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt appreciate and treasure this chance. What a dumb.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even imagined the both of them getting together. How adorable. Even though &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hurts. I believe that loving someone doesn't have to be with him/her. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what he do, i'll still support him deep down in my heart. What &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matters the most, is his happiness. Im really not worthy. I felt that he left me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead of i leaving him. Weird isnt it ? I know i'll regret. But nothing's gonna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;change. It will be better for us.. I hope :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many things i wanna say. Its so tight.. There's no one i can talk to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except you, blogger..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i bought snacks, i think of him. He bought me those crackers before. The &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;times were we eat and watch movies. Hahaha hell lot of memories. I cant get him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of my mind. Maybe im going crazy, but thats fine. Hahaha! I lied to him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lied that i wont shed any tears for him, but i still did. I lied that i'll change his name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on my contacts, but i didnt. I lied that i hate him. I lied that he's not worthy for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either. There's no turning back. I wish him the best :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do love him actually...Making him to hate me, is a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:31AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-5064534727486465860?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5064534727486465860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=5064534727486465860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5064534727486465860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5064534727486465860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-feeling-kinda-bored-so-ill-just-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-307339300022026106</id><published>2010-03-27T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:34:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so many things i want to say. But i don't know where to start.&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling so upset. Wished that I'm 18 right now. So I can buy beer anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumb..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-307339300022026106?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/307339300022026106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=307339300022026106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/307339300022026106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/307339300022026106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-so-many-things-i-want-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-5571399824766493267</id><published>2010-02-24T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:45:11.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sometimes life has so much fun too :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Love you bi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&amp;amp; twinneh.. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12.45AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-5571399824766493267?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5571399824766493267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=5571399824766493267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5571399824766493267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5571399824766493267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-life-has-so-much-fun-too-love.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7305922923252380673</id><published>2010-02-23T01:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T02:06:51.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was his birthday.. It ended about 1 hour ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Disappointed with myself. What a fool.. Yes imma fool.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The day out was kinda casual with his cousins.. How i wish it would be better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8 people squeezed into a car and headed down to Orchard. Played lan at Katong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;watched "Percy Jackson and the lightning thief" at Cineleisure. The movie ended &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;about 9+ and his cousin have to go to work. So everyone went back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Went to Eunos and took 2 photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Before that i was quarreling with him.. I suggested that he could come near my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;house to eat the cake i bought for him yesterday.. I felt so stupid to keep wanting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;him to drink water ! He got pissed that im forcing him to drink water. I didn't mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to.. I also scolded him stubborn. He drinks really little for the whole day. It's not good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;for the health.. I hate to see him drink very little everytime.. Maybe i shouldn't be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that busybody. He got angried for so long even though i apologised and tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to tease him. And of course i got angry after that despite many tries. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm angry because i couldn't make him feel better and whatever i do is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He even said that i was trying to control him. I really don't know what else i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;can say. Just too stupid to ask him to drink water. Sometimes what a girl wants is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;someone who can listen to her thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I don't know why am i so sad right now. It's like everything's my fault. Always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;doing something wrong until now.. Even cried so badly while having a bath. Wth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kinda stupid.. Cut cut and cut.. Cry cry an cry. Sometimes i really don't think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;that i'm someone good for him. Arghhhh ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was kinda sad when he told me that he replied my sms late, cause he needed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reply bday wishes from friends. I thought he will reply me first then followed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;by his friends. I expected too much. I'm just so sad now now now !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hahahhaa going retarded already !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Twin can't come out to meet me for supper. Sigh.. Alone alone alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Going to bed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everything is my fault ! I hate myself ! Why i cant stop crying for fuck.. __ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Good for nothing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wish someone who is better, can take over me for him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I can't do any better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1.50AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7305922923252380673?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7305922923252380673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7305922923252380673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7305922923252380673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7305922923252380673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-his-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-3330608433875560404</id><published>2010-02-18T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T03:39:16.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INACTIVE :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy chinese new year !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will blog when im not lazy ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-3330608433875560404?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3330608433875560404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=3330608433875560404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3330608433875560404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3330608433875560404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/02/inactive-d-happy-chinese-new-year-will.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-3034780413055731974</id><published>2010-01-27T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:44:07.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Went to work with my new hair colour. Many said that i look bad with the hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and it made me very mature. :( Its kinda hurtful but i spent $62 on it ! :( What made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;me jealous is that all of them complimented twinny's hair except mine. I envied her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to be a cute little girl with a cute voice and character. Trying to be strong, i held my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;emotions throughout the day. No one to talk about it except my baby. He's always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;there for me whenever i feel down. I feel like hurting myself as i hate myself for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;not being perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I feel lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend by my side. He never fail to comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me when im feeling low. Last few days i hated myself for making him angry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;whenever i see him. For a week, we only managed to meet up about once or twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Its hurtful to see him angry for the precious 2 days. I wished i can do more.. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I blamed myself for not being good enough for him and also wasting his time, love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;energy and money on me. Im extremely silly at times which made him angry :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I love him so much.. I doubt that no one can ever replace his caring thoughts to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me. Except his bad attitude :X but its improving ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Went home and i became RICH out of a sudden. Dad, mom and brother asked if i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;have money. "No..... :(" then dad gave me $20, brother $20 and mom $10. One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after another. Dang ! Im rich ! $50 in 5 minutes.... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I wish that i won't think so muchhhhh ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;11.44PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-3034780413055731974?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3034780413055731974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=3034780413055731974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3034780413055731974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3034780413055731974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-work-with-my-new-hair-colour.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1957948653729751847</id><published>2010-01-26T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:19:16.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CABAL again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went to baby's house with my lappy. Asked him to check out what's wrong with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cabal helix. Had a little conflict under his block because i think too much. I thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that he'd changed :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cabal loading ! Mine (left..) and his lappy (right..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sony NW and CS series :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loving my lappy every moment... (dont mind the legs behind.. :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431066474806536882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S18GLw5garI/AAAAAAAAAfU/--On6SX2wjk/s320/SNC00172%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dyed my hair at bi's house. His mom helped me to colour them ! My hair became so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;GOLD ! Like.. golden monkey. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So i went to a salon near baby's house to highlight my hair. Trim and highlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Spent a total of $52 at the salon. At least im satisfied with my hair now :D Slightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;brown and gold :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Will get to know which school im posted to, by tomorrow !! Kinda nervous... :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Money money money. Why everyone talks only about money ?! Dang !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Its irritating. Feel stressed when i think of it :( heartache..headache..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Work tomorrow again ! Doomsdayyyyy :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;11.18PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1957948653729751847?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1957948653729751847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1957948653729751847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1957948653729751847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1957948653729751847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/01/cabal-again-went-to-babys-house-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/S18GLw5garI/AAAAAAAAAfU/--On6SX2wjk/s72-c/SNC00172%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6851032996841019262</id><published>2010-01-19T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T03:07:25.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just kinda lazy to update my blog recently. Had so much problems going on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;at work. For example; unhappy with the supervisors. Most of the people there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;are just acting to be friendly, something which i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like most. How i wish that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;they are all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;. Not trying to be racist somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Its been a week since i last saw baby. Miss him so much currently :)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He undergone a surgery on his elbow last few days which made me worry so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I want to see him right now. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Can't wait to get my pay soon. Its been almost 2 months I'd been working there and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no salary yet. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; uncle is in the hospital now. Currently in the ICU, emergency room ? I hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that he will be really fine.. Its really sad to hear these type of news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There are always sudden happenings in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hope to be in the same school with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twinny&lt;/span&gt; too :) so that i wont be lonely. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Can't wait to highlight and trim my hair ! Also, shopping for clothes and make up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;accessories :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Learnt some cool hairstyles online which i will and i must try. Too bored having my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hair down all the time :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gotta go and have some rest now ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3.06AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;will blog again soon :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6851032996841019262?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6851032996841019262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6851032996841019262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6851032996841019262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6851032996841019262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-kinda-lazy-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7049200701225444669</id><published>2010-01-12T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:55:00.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O levels results were out. Went back to school in uniform with the clique as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;usual. Was nervous when they announced the percentage of passes overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Sec5 batch didnt do that well as from what i saw. Envied those in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;express stream as they did very well. Kinda regretted not studying hard enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;for my exam. Nevertheless, what's over is over :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Really congratulate those who did well for the exam and good luck for their coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;new year and new life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stood up in front of my teachers while receiving the results. Mr Ganesan said this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to me, " You did quite good which i didnt expect, XiangXiang.. " I was cursing him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;in my mind.." Bull shit.." When i peeped at my result slip slowly, i was so surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Surprised that i passed my English and Mathematics. The important 2 subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Went on and on. 4 passes and 1 failure. However my points were not enough to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;admit into polytechnics. I was disappointed and naturally i cried. I got 29 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Its a waste that i didnt get 28 points.. Or else i can use my CCA points as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fated i guess.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;English : C6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Combined Humanities : C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mathematics : C6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Combined science : D7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Principle of accounts : C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was shocked to see that my POA was C5. My poa sucked all along in Secondary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;school life. Hahaha must be a miracle! As well as my english subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway i've decided to go to Higher nitec in ITE and move up to polytechnic after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that. Since direct polytechnic admission only allows 26 pointers to appeal. Fated as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 years in ITE, 2 years in poly. If not, 3 years in poly after Secondary school. Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;have to waste 1 year afterall. I can do it ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'll be with twinny also. Hehehe. Love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last but not least, congratulations to baby and my friends ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1.54AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7049200701225444669?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7049200701225444669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7049200701225444669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7049200701225444669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7049200701225444669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-levels-results-were-out.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6293834359081393133</id><published>2010-01-11T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:54:30.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;9 more days to pay day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Few more hours to receiving results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Feeling nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Having a bad feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Regretted not trying my best to study harder. Or not i dont have to be this worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hope baby, my friends and i did well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Feeling tired everyday. Waking up so early in the morning for nothing. Its like an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;alarm clock had been inserted into my head that i woke up at 6+ to 7am in the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everyday. Its so sickening ! D: Having difficulty sleeping also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My phone is having some problems with smsing. Most probably the problem occured &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after i dropped my phone. Heart ache :( Gonna send it to the hospital soon. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So many days didnt get to see baby. Just wanna say that i miss him so much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Couldnt think of any more to blog about. Will blog soon again i guess :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tadaa ~ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;12.54AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6293834359081393133?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6293834359081393133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6293834359081393133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6293834359081393133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6293834359081393133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/01/9-more-days-to-pay-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-5022559479195343463</id><published>2010-01-04T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:26:32.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;New year is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Spent my New Year's eve and New Year's day working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;On the eve, met the clique to Marina Square to watch the fire works. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kinda tired and bored while waiting for the fire works. While watching, i felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;so energised and i felt excited to come to a new year :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;New year, new beginning. Reached home and ate some left over steam boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My family had steam boat and bbq for dinner while i worked for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kinda sad that i didnt get to enjoy what they had. Hahaha but its ok. There's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;always another time :D Went to sleep at 3am. Woke up the next day for work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and felt super tired. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;New year.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wanted to meet baby after work actually. However, he said that there wont be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;any shop opened if we meet so late. Fortunately, my mom came to Suntec with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;her sisters [ my aunties ]. They ate buffet ! :( Mom came to fetch me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Felt kinda happy that its a new year and i can get to be with my mom. Maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;this is really a new beginning for us to get closer :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Work work and work.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I got scolded by a customer yesterday. Lols. So pissed with that bitch who said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"take away the board"....... I thought she wanted me to clear the table by taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the board away but she meant that she wanted to take away the pizza. Fuck D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Bitch.. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss bi bi.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haven't met him for a long time already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blablabla......... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Darn... Both of my fighting fishes passed away. Both before the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Upset. My half moon and copper fish. :( Rest in peace guys ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hee yay ! Wednesday, twin will be working with me. Can't wait ! :D Love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;twinny. hehehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5.24PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wanna go shopping la ! Give me my pay !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-5022559479195343463?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5022559479195343463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=5022559479195343463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5022559479195343463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5022559479195343463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-4202458863346853801</id><published>2009-12-31T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:12:45.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD ~~~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm feeling so tired now........ had been washing the freaking dishes since afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Feels dead. :( Fingers got wrinkled because of soaking in the water and soap. Kinda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;useless wearing gloves because water can still enter. Suck. Also, its the first day of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my menstruation period. Fucking cramps over my body. The sink was kinda low so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i had to kinda bend down. That results to back aches. Damn shit D: !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tired tired tired... Need to rest now. It sucks to work when period is here. Grrr :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Body pain, head pain, mind pain, heart pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Got cut by a cutlery on my hand. Lol. Retarded knife..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Also, the scar i got from "Rubi shoes" on my little finger, became worsen. So sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nails spoilt due to the effect of the soap. Help me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We are so cool.. so cold :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cant get my pay till 20th of Jan next year. God damn it. Im suffering T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12.12AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-4202458863346853801?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4202458863346853801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=4202458863346853801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4202458863346853801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4202458863346853801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiredddddddddddddddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6717288613034721338</id><published>2009-12-30T00:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:22:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn.. We quarreled again. This time i really feel so tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt stand it anymore. Accusation and without trust. That's what i feel&lt;br /&gt;all this while. All along while working, you always felt insecure about our&lt;br /&gt;relationship. I've tried to assure you time and time. Everything turned bad&lt;br /&gt;again after that. Then i need to reassure you again. You are tired of thinking&lt;br /&gt;and so am i. I am tired of repeating all these assurance. You told me things&lt;br /&gt;which you hate. I assured you that i wouldnt do it again. Of course at first i will&lt;br /&gt;feel angry that i have to change. After that, i will understand why i need to change&lt;br /&gt;for you. I assured. But the next day, you came warning me to know my stand.&lt;br /&gt;Told me that if anything turns awry, you wont stand by and suffer but you will&lt;br /&gt;wash your hands and leave. Do you know that by saying this, you do not have&lt;br /&gt;trust in me ? Do you know that by saying this, i felt that all my assurance made&lt;br /&gt;before, had gone to waste ? Because you still think that things will go awry&lt;br /&gt;instead of things going right. I know you get jealous because you care and love&lt;br /&gt;me. I do get jealous at times. I dont like us to raise our temper just because of&lt;br /&gt;useless problems like this. I assured you and you dont think so much ?&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know what else to do. Im really lost. Whatever i did, you hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what else i will do that will make you happy. Since you also said&lt;br /&gt;that the both of us were different, i will take note of what you hate. I apologised.&lt;br /&gt;I said that i wont repeat it again. But why keep rubbing into that problem ?&lt;br /&gt;I even thought of breaking up with you since we were both tired of this&lt;br /&gt;relationship. But i dont know why i feel so heart ache that i couldnt tell you&lt;br /&gt;that. Memories kept running into my head. Those smiles we had just couldnt&lt;br /&gt;stop playing. I couldnt bear to say it. This is the first time im feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you remembered every single wrong doing of mine. Until today&lt;br /&gt;you wont be able to forget and move forward. Not even to trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Im always the one at fault. I'd told you. Yet you didnt believe. Now, you&lt;br /&gt;yourself is stating it to me. "you let me down".&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i can think anew. Something is stoping me. Everything is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It had been me... Im the culprit to spoil this relationship. ITS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.22AM&lt;br /&gt;Need to ease my pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6717288613034721338?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6717288613034721338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6717288613034721338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6717288613034721338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6717288613034721338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2050307089555578380</id><published>2009-12-30T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:36:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life just suck.&lt;br /&gt;Everything i do is also wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever your bloody god damn dog.&lt;br /&gt;I need to follow your command and all.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so freaking chee bye unfair !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2050307089555578380?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2050307089555578380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2050307089555578380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2050307089555578380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2050307089555578380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-just-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7627662405453519114</id><published>2009-12-29T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:55:40.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kinda happy today. The moment i step out of my room, i did many tasks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Get my rabbit and dog bathed. Lols. Mission accomplished. Went out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my mom to OG at Bugis. She bought me a handbag :) Felt so happy bcuz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this is the first time in so many years that she really brought me out to shop !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All the time is baby shopping with me. :( Really envy those friends whose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;parents bring them out and spend time together. Now, I feel it myself. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Made my mom pay for my stuffs of course. Lol :D I actually wanted her to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;buy me a pair of shoes from "Rubi" store. Even though those shoes looks attractive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;they dont suit my feet at all :( Disappointed ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Drank some chocolate milkshake after that and it was delicious :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Went back home after that.... In the bus, we barely talk. Feels awkward somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Perhaps we just have some communication problems.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dang ! I didnt get to meet baby today. We were alright since yesterday night when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we apologised to each other. Brrrr ! Always like this. -_- ! How i wish that things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;like that didnt have to start. I hope he's really fine right now because he told me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that he nearly fainted this morning in station due to low blood. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hope everyday is a happy day ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10.55PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7627662405453519114?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7627662405453519114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7627662405453519114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7627662405453519114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7627662405453519114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/kinda-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-8444045798750893688</id><published>2009-12-25T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:20:24.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Introducing.... Whitey and Ah Boy; Cocoa !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Whitey ran into Cocoa's cage for a visit so i took this picture. Hahaha. Dont they look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;adorable together ? After some time, Whitey went to bike Cocoa's neck like how he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;played with his toy. Naughty boy.. I had to pull him out from the cage. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418860727590844690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SzOpHxNd-RI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cYta32fK8Wo/s320/SNC00045%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On the 24th, which was few hours ago, baby and I went to Plaza Sing ! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ate Yoshinoya for dinner. Baby also bought me a christmas present xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shopped for food in Mark &amp;amp; Spencer. Also, watched the movie "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Avatar (3D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".. damn it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Everyone should watch it as well. Its fucking 5/5 stars for me ! Its marvellous !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You won't regret watching it xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna have an avatar too pleaseeeeeeeee..... ! Love the story line which brought me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tears and envy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Took the freaking MRT to Eunos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;From Eunos, took bus 21 back. In the bus, I met some disgusting strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2 women behind me and 1 in front of me. They are so SELFISH.. They sat on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;outer seat and left the inner seat for some invisible spirits. Gosh.. Im wearing a dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and some how on heels. They freaking don't wanna let me sit. Perhaps they have some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;incurable disease with them that they don't wanna spread. LOL FUCK.. Singaporeans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;huh ? Incorrigible !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Took photo with baby while waiting for MRT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;That gloomy face of his...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SzOoS41plvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ptjMeCLQb0w/s1600-h/SNC00057%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418859819105359602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SzOoS41plvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ptjMeCLQb0w/s320/SNC00057%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; And when i ask him to smile.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It went like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418859828207455746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SzOoTavwjgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/LagMqxTSsw8/s320/SNC00058%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;So fake ? Hahahahaha ! Small eyes xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Reached home and opened my present. Guess what.. It's that $60 handbag from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ESPRIT which baby gave !!!!!!!!! OMG :D I was overjoyed !!!!! He told me earlier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;on that he bought something from BHG and its worth $19.90.. White lie huh ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;HEHEHEHEHE ! Yay !!! I wanted that bag so much on  the day we went shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It was kinda heart ache that i didnt have that much money to purchase it and it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;left only 1. But baby bought it for meeeeeeeee !! xDDDDDDDDDDDDD Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my loveeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He's so nice to me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2.12AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-8444045798750893688?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8444045798750893688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=8444045798750893688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8444045798750893688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8444045798750893688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/introducing.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SzOpHxNd-RI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cYta32fK8Wo/s72-c/SNC00045%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-3013078840039683196</id><published>2009-12-23T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:28:37.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Christmas day is coming ! Can't wait to do so many special things with my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;one. Hahahaha ! Don't think dirty ya. Went shopping with baby at Bugis Junction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;on Sunday ! Had so much fun there. Shopped my day in "Cotton-On". xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Met RACHEL there too !! We had dinner together with one of her guy friend, 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;of us in total. Weee :D Long time no see ! Kinda happy to bump into her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Had so much fun with baby.... hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy anniversary to my love ! 2 years and 5 months !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How i wish my pay will come so soon and i wanna go on a shopping spree again !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Whoooooots !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kinda sad bcuz im working at Wheelock instead on Suntec now. Had to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;schedules with twin and JE :( Wheelock seemed weird, crowded and food over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;there is fuuuucking expensive ! So...... SHAG :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hope i can survive there thou... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I miss my baby boy xD and i wanna go back to Suntec !!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12.28AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-3013078840039683196?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3013078840039683196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=3013078840039683196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3013078840039683196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3013078840039683196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-day-is-coming-cant-wait-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1147392324253505234</id><published>2009-12-21T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:47:24.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Work work work ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Seen so many different types of people. Some are truely kind and helpful while the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;others are bad and nasty. Most are fakers. Fakers as in acting nice in front of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and doing all shit things at the back. Currently working at "Skinny pizza" in Suntec &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;with GS brother while twin and En are at Wheelock place. At start, everyone seemed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;extremely friendlybut their true colours showed up after a few days. Most of the full &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;timers came from Philippines. Out of the 4 in Suntec, i hate this guy. He acts big and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;command brother and i to do this and that. What a hoe. Feels like a dog. Hate it so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;much.One of the bigger post lady from Sg, shared food with everyone except brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and i. Why ? Are we outcasts ? LOL! I was standing right beside her when she fed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;others one by one. While giving out samples to passerbys, most Singaporeans are like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fucktards ! Fucking ass hole....! I stood beside them like 5 cm away from their arm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;holding onto the board, smiling and shouting " Hi ! Would you like to try ? " They just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fucking don't see ME ?!?!?!?!?! Blind ? Deaf ? Or retarded in the brain ? I guess its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the 3rd one.Wasting my effort ! All the sickos. I just want my pay check !..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hate it when everyone keeps asking me to do things the way they wanted. I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;my own life !!!! They always slack and make us busy.. Make drinks for themselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;while we cant. AWWW ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One girl name Ria. She is a very nice girl and i like her. She's so helpful to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yesterday her boyf came to fetch her but he was jealous because he saw her friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;working together with her that night. Her boyf is a Singaporean while Ria is a Pinoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He is 20 this year and is serving the NS, just like my boyf. Character also almost the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;same huh? No choice..? Ria and her other friends came from the same school, he can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;possibly be angry like that. She came to work today with sore eyes. She must have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cried so much yesterday. Guys are some how jerks. I pity her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dont know why im treating my mom like shit these days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She talk to me, i raise my voice and shout at her. Why ??..... She wanted to eat my Oreo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cookie and yet i shouted at her " Eh ! This is my Christmas present leh.... fuck " Come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;think of it, im really so bad to her. Everyday i tell myself that i'll treat her better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tomorrow. But that day never come. Maybe because i just hate her character so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hate everything in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Reached home and asked to borrow money from my auntie aka maid. She keeps money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;for my dad. I complaint about working on how tired i was and every shit. I wanted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;enjoy myself tomorrow on my off day. We talked to each other like a machine gun trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to fire at each other. Never ending shit. Last week i didnt get to see my boyf.. she tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to point out which day he was not free and which day we can meet. I was so tired to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;think and i attitude her all the way. So pissed. What for to be so clear ? No time to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;= no time to meet.. Had slight headache and i ended up being bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Came out of the room. Saw my mom sleeping while the tv is switched on. I shouted at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;her " Oi ! If you want to sleep then go into the room and sleep. Don't sit here and sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;while the tv is on. Dont complaint to me that im the one wasting ur electricity. Its you !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And i walked away with a sucky face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went into game.... play play play. I accidentally hit baby's char. He killed my char &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all the way. I got pissed and said " Cb la u ".. And so i returned and kill his char. i knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that he was angry but he claimed that he wasnt. I hate people to lie to me. So pissed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;with life.I felt guilty of course.. I'm sorry. And I'm so tired today. I want to burst !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you said that you wanted to play dota, i thought that dota is so much important &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to me. Im jealous that you rather play dota than talk to me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Somehow i hate life. I dont understand why my parents wont give me money unless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i ask them personally/ borrow money from them. I dont understand why life is so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I dont undertsand why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;working is so shit. I dont understand why nobody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;understands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just hate life because its totally unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1:47AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1147392324253505234?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1147392324253505234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1147392324253505234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1147392324253505234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1147392324253505234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-work-work-seen-so-many-different.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-4668632107140779226</id><published>2009-12-10T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:20:40.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woots&lt;/span&gt; ! I've been spending so much money since last 2 days. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Walked in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt; area with baby just now. Caught an eye on a shoe...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;$50.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; another bag attracted me from E-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sprit&lt;/span&gt;.. $60.. :( After i get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my pay, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go have a shopping spree with my love. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heheheheheheh&lt;/span&gt; ! I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;been missing out on those good stuffs lately !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ate dinner at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tampines&lt;/span&gt; 1.. "say-cheese" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heheheheh&lt;/span&gt; ! Ate Chicken baked rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gosh...! I rather eat baby's Baked Beef &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lasagna&lt;/span&gt;.... My baked rice tastes boring even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;though its "chef's recommendation" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt; =x BUT their drink.."Strawberry cheesecake..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is fucking delicious la ! Gosh... I wish to have life time supply of that.. ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt; ! Its like a cheesecake drink instead of eating it mouth by mouth.....WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is one of the BEST drink &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever tasted. The another best drink is "Iced Chocolate"&lt;br /&gt;Not that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; ice chocolate, but it tastes like melted chocolate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;. Power !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;However, i cant find that restaurant now... :( I miss the iced chocolate.. Damn..! Almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everywhere i go, the ice chocolate will never be better than that :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I shall never be lame with baby anymore... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like me to be lame ! That's so hurtful but i must also understand his needs.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I shall only be lame with my cliques !! :D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehehehehehehehehehehe&lt;/span&gt; ! I shall be someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;mature when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; with him. And someone childish when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; with my friends. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bring me to shop again my love !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wanna meet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;baobei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; !! It's been so long since all of us met. I miss her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;.. Its like.. 10hours and 40 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; more to work time ! :( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Goodluck&lt;/span&gt; to myself !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;T_T It's a "4 days" suffering again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12.20AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-4668632107140779226?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4668632107140779226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=4668632107140779226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4668632107140779226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4668632107140779226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/woots-ive-been-spending-so-much-money.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7841750115606162535</id><published>2009-12-07T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:55:10.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hee yay.. Uploaded photos from food fair with twin. :D hehehehe !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;F&amp;amp;N....... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412536947784683026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sx0xrVpiDhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-ITTlQ2zkUs/s320/SNC00026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412536939061719234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sx0xq1J0MMI/AAAAAAAAAes/vn4k58pNVpw/s320/SNC00027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sx0wdw3oh5I/AAAAAAAAAec/s7NPcSxlMr0/s1600-h/SNC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412535615061788562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sx0wdw3oh5I/AAAAAAAAAec/s7NPcSxlMr0/s320/SNC00029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412535623473772434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sx0weQNNN5I/AAAAAAAAAek/8OpK5AWqtRc/s320/SNC00025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Money money money. Why is earning so difficult while spending money is so easy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I just spent 80bucks on my dog's food. Lols. Its like I'm working for my dog and not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;for me. But i still love him and that's why i want him to have the best. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hahaha. My 2nd boyfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Damn.. Sometimes i wonder why do i have a mother who doesn't really care about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me...? When i go to work, i have no money and yet she borrowed me money instead of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;giving me money. Now that i get my pay, she remembers the exact amount of money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'd owed her, which i don't remember. Hahaha ?! Im 17 this year and im working for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my own money. I just realised that im such a "good child" just like my brother. Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My parents will never ask me, "Do you have enough money to eat?".. Instead of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;asking, "Got money to borrow me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Went to buy dog's food with daddy today. Hahaha free transport to Simei.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I spent 80bucks on Pet Lovers and that fucking cashier didnt ask me to make the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;membership card. Cheebye.. She's like 18 years old ?! She thinks that im poor and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no money to make card huh ? Stupid bitch.. No mouth to ask... Spend a minimum of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;$50, can make 1 card.. Fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;12.55AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7841750115606162535?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7841750115606162535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7841750115606162535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7841750115606162535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7841750115606162535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/money-money-money.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sx0xrVpiDhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-ITTlQ2zkUs/s72-c/SNC00026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-5427598204215134644</id><published>2009-12-07T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:25:04.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Work work work.. Almost everyday is packed.. Luckily im only working for part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;time.. :D Monday till Wednesday is off day ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, i miss "him" everyday and i wonder if he misses me in return.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Things are slightly different now as im most of the time working. I hope that there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;more trust in our relationship though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, he just treated me coldly just for a facebook remark. Sigh.. Life isn't easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Work work work ! Bloody hell, when is F&amp;amp;N paying me my money ?!?!?!?!??!?!!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A rich company yet giving out salary like that ? Must i wait for a month for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;salary to be processed ? Anyway, this coming 8th is 1 month. What the fuck......!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Received a sms from my junior yesterday while working. She asked if im free for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;band's concert. Sadly i have to reject it because of my work schedules. I missed playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the trumpet and would like to play one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Earning money is really not easy..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1.24pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-5427598204215134644?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5427598204215134644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=5427598204215134644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5427598204215134644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5427598204215134644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-work-work.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2344825412532842830</id><published>2009-11-19T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:28:29.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;He told me that we should take some time away from each other to change ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and improve impression on each other. I thought it was a bad idea but now, it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;actually a good decision. :) however, I hope things don't change that much as for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;feelings will fade after time.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We haven't met for about 5 days now.. Luckily I have Whitey to accompany my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sad times. Thank you boy ! He's only 8 months old. Mixed breed with Husky and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"old man dog".. Don't really know the name of the breed but its a kind of dog with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"beard" haha. Totally cute. He's homeless and so, I adopted him :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The big boy.. 8months old ? He's kinda big..... D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405492015872077362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SwQqWVJD7jI/AAAAAAAAAeU/TxoYVPXymmc/s320/SNC00012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Playing with his toy Tiger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405491270575240450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SwQpq8sctQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/uaLxBHezu2o/s320/SNC00016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Whitey and me.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405490620202440242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SwQpFF3fVjI/AAAAAAAAAeE/lOM-Aym3pzU/s320/SNC00020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405490614046795810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SwQpEu73qCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sQSk-jqNYNM/s320/SNC00021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thanks twin for helping us take these photos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Things in life happened too quickly. The moment I saw him logging into msn, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;chatted like normal friends. Everything seems to be restarting. Memories kept playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;in my mind. I missed everything we did together. He changed his display picture and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I realised how much I missed him. I couldn't take my eyes off that photo. It feels like we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;were long lost friends, somehow we know so much about each other. Dying to see him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hope feelings will not fade for the both of us..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wish that he's happy for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1.28AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2344825412532842830?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2344825412532842830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2344825412532842830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2344825412532842830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2344825412532842830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-told-me-that-we-should-take-some.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SwQqWVJD7jI/AAAAAAAAAeU/TxoYVPXymmc/s72-c/SNC00012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1301944105851034203</id><published>2009-11-16T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:13:17.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Life is often filled up with ups and downs. When you are feeling good, bad things come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;quickly. But when you are feeling bad, good things don't come quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's been 2 days + of cold war. Sad to say that I'm very tired of it. Even though the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;feelingof being alone suck, I don't know what else I could do. Memories kept hunting me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it's all so painful. Truth is ugly. Strolled in the Mall all by myself, thinking of what had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i done. Bumped into an ex classmate and we chatted a little while. He asked me if i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wanted a dog because he's giving his dog away, and without a second thought, i said yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i want it. He told me that he'll contact me to collect it and we said farewell to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stood in the bus surrounded with people. On my left was a family and on my right, was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a couple. A happy and perfect family, a sweet couple. Tears began to fill my eyes. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;couldn't stop it. I wonder why happiness isn't with me for long. I asked SingHong to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;accompanied me to collect the dog. I was so happy that i found a little cute partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When i told "him" about this, he said that i met a guy behind his back and that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;exchanged no. with each other. Not only hp no. but house no. too. What else can i say ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He's so scary now. Always accusing me and hurting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My auntie from the 4th floor came down to my house and chatted with us about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;daughter (my cousin). She said that her boyf was terrible because of his temper and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;attitude.Even though he has a high paid job, it's useless if a man is so bad tempered. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;felt upset when she mentioned that their relationship ended. It feels like everything is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;reflecting to me. Even this morning, the dog growled so loudly that it woke me up. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;was 7:55am on the clock. I wanted to go back to sleep but then, the phone rang. I forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to attend my Listening Compre Examination today. I quickly rushed out of house for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;school. The dog accompanies me throughout the day and night. I just love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just received a message from him. He wants me to imagine if a girl giving him a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What will i do ? Well, if i were him and i know that he loves dogs so much, why should i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;stop him ? Its not like he have to do sex with the girl after accepting it or accepting her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;love ? That was over the limit. He did accept a kitten in the past before we get together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even if he did mentioned that a stray cat looks like that kitten he got, to me, i get jealous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i don't doubt him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everything just suck. So do life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Healing the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10.12PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1301944105851034203?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1301944105851034203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1301944105851034203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1301944105851034203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1301944105851034203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-often-filled-up-with-ups-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-781698441479074067</id><published>2009-11-10T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:17:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Woo hoo ! I just finished watching Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. That was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the only movie available -_- ! Lol ! Anyway it was also a good thing because I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;watch my Cloud :DDD Hahaha ! My handsome "Cloud".. Just a show though... Can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;think too far. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I miss my boy ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;We went to Tampines yesterday on a date.. Date at Tampines Inter... Headed down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;to Courts megastore to look on laptops. Hahaha ! Baby went chanting to make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;pleased and approve him to buy 1.. He's so disappointed that he couldn't get a Macbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Pro. The sales man told baby that Macbook only comes with 1 year warranty and for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;the following years, $500++ each year. What a joke ? Looks like Macbook is the "BEST" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;type of laptop ? Every electronic devices do spoil after some time.. Macbook doesn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;stay up to 10 years anyway. Lol ! So baby ended up buying Sony Vaio. :D Gosh.. I also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;want one ! I'll work and save to buy one too. We actually wanted to take photos but after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;that, we didn't have the time to :( hahaha. I miss him laaaa.... Our dinner was also sucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;We head down to IKEA's restaurant but when we reached there, it's closed.. So we went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;back to Courts for the Subway but it was also closed. Lol ! Retarded shops.. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hehehe. I want to work ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow is Science Paper 1 :( Goodluck to myself !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And after that, I'll go with baby for job interview. Wee ha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm craving for Marks &amp;amp; Spencer's butter cookies !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-781698441479074067?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/781698441479074067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=781698441479074067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/781698441479074067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/781698441479074067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/11/woo-hoo-i-just-finished-watching-final.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-447317930930861498</id><published>2009-11-09T13:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:30:13.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Boo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;On friday and saturday, I worked in Expo's fair.. On how to stay healthy blablabla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Working there seems a little care free but hands and legs were aching.. stood for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;total of 6 hours on friday and 11 hours on saturday. Ouch ! :( Have to pour the samples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;of F&amp;amp;N drinks. At the same time, drank some of it. Hehehe ! I love the yogurt drinks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My favourite is the Mango yogurt drink but it wasn't there.. I had the mixed berries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;drink and it was not bad ! :D On the last day, managed to bring home 3 bottles of mixed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;berries yogurt drink and another 3 bottles of fruit tree blueberry and cranberry drink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The fruit tree drink was as advertised in the advertisement. Hahaha ! It said to give..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"anti-ageing" [dont know how to spell]... So I drank lots of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;While managing the game section, I realised that how "Sua-Ku" Singaporeans are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The game is.. Spin the wheel, and I'll ask a question and if you get it right, I'll give a&lt;br /&gt;prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Basically there's 3 types of questions according to what you'd span.. Those&lt;br /&gt;aunties............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Kept wanting to change the prizes to what they want. Grrrr... So&lt;br /&gt;irritating. However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;when some got what they didn't expect, they looked at me with&lt;br /&gt;a smile. How sweet ? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Majority of the old men are better than old ladies.. Lol !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Took my BMI.. Hahaha I weigh 44kg now. :D I lose weight all because of my Peter Pan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If not, he won't like me anymore :( Girls have a hard life... Huhuhuhu :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wednesday is Science Paper 1.. But I'm in holiday mood now... WEE WEE :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When is my pay coming ? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1.28PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-447317930930861498?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/447317930930861498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=447317930930861498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/447317930930861498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/447317930930861498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo-on-friday-and-saturday-i-worked-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-8181809997755103405</id><published>2009-11-06T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:29:11.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Back to blogging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Man... I really think I did so badly for my O levels. It was insane...... !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I had the answer sheet for the History paper and yet I got confused and wrote the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;wrong factor.. God damn it ! I lost so much marks for that.. And also, I missed out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;a 7 mark question for my Social Studies paper. Sigh.. It was all so fated. There's nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I can do. I can only rant and be angry over it ! Goshhh..... Also, Science paper was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;disappointment. Hahahhaa ! Maybe everything in life is... a disappointment &gt;.&lt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Went to work today at the Expo hall 6.. Introduced by baby's friend. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;His friend was rather friendly. I felt that baby is so sweet towards me today. I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;why I'm so attracted to him today. Especially today ! He must have eaten the wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;medicine today.. :( He accompanied me to Expo by cab after our lunch.. While i work, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;head down to Plaza Sing alone to upgrade our Omnia 2's programme. For the 6 hours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;he met his friend for awhile and came back to expo to fetch me for dinner. The feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;is GREAT.... How I wish that this will always remain :) I felt quite lonely when I work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Kinda lost because I miss him so much. Time pass so quickly in there.. When it strikes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;7.55pm, i rang up for baby. He was outside the gate waiting for me ! :D I felt so happy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;However, I believe that a minute of happiness is equivalent to a minute of sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hope that it's not true :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Iloveyou,  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;10.28PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-8181809997755103405?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8181809997755103405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=8181809997755103405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8181809997755103405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8181809997755103405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7579902736310834503</id><published>2009-11-01T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:05:35.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gosh ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tomorrow is Humanities:SS and Science P3 !! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I haven't start studying.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Panicked and worried. Damn ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I shouldn't have played cabal all along.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Enough time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt; ? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11.08AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7579902736310834503?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7579902736310834503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7579902736310834503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7579902736310834503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7579902736310834503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/11/gosh-tomorrow-is-humanitiesss-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-8974258025092149110</id><published>2009-10-31T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:12:09.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tears and tears, unhappiness and unhappiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Why is it so difficult to be a good girlfriend ? If you care, you controlled too much over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;them. If you don't care, they will feel bored with you. So what should girls do ? For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;everything we do, it's a mistake. For every wrong doing they done, once they say "sorry", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we have to forgive them. Girls are always at the losing end. Lesser strength and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;emotionally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;weak. They are stronger and harsh. Sometimes i wonder why is this world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so unfair ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;If you cared so much that your boyfriend is spending too much and buying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;unnecessary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;stuffs, you wanted to stop him immediately. However, he said that you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;jealous because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you can't have what he desired and said that you controlled too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;over him. You stood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;still and blamed yourself for caring so much. You might even think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;of not caring for him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;anymore. So why not loose it up and keep on moving ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The worst thing is to meet an unreasonable and petty boyfriend. But what can you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;your love for him is so strong ? All you can do is to bear with it. But how long can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you do it ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I agree to what a boy in game said "Girls are toys". Guys always toy with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;every girl's feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Scold us, attitude us, then next minute said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sorry" and case &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;closed. Do you guys really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;know how it feels ?It's worst when god plays tricks on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A moment whereby it's a great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;opportunity to solve problems, the weather take over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;All of you are freaks ! Men are scary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;creatures !And please do not tell a girl that you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;always superior no matter what. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;really makes a girl want to kill you right away. We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;have feelings. How does it feel when you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;are unable to do anything right ? Like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;handicap ? What if you are sad, and your boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;presumed that you are angry with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;him.. and he scolds you. What will you feel ? AWFUL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm feeling shit right now. I don't know what to do.. This is the first time I'm feeling so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lost.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've been called a "flirt" over and over again. Things had changed and i could not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tolerate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it further. I believe that the pain in me, can be removed temporally when there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pain in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the outside. Stop hurting me.. It's so painful !! Think before you do, or else you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;miss me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;for the rest of your life. Im tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-8974258025092149110?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8974258025092149110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=8974258025092149110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8974258025092149110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8974258025092149110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/tears-and-tears-unhappiness-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-4004059232504845303</id><published>2009-10-29T17:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:33:08.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today is a Thursday... Had just finished a total of 2 subject papers for O levels.&lt;br /&gt;English and Mathematics.. Phew~ Having a few days rest and Monday will be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;continuation of the battle again. I'm kinda worried for my Science as the result is getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;from bad to worst. What the hell..... These few days, I get really indolent and lethargic when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i think of studying. Frequent headaches hit my brain. Am i going to die ? Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love my fighting fishes..&lt;br /&gt;My $35 fish. Shiny blue, opaque tail with blue trimmed. Hehehehe ! He's a sexy male breed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397961135013970418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SulpDXvfQfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/_V1HbVM9-Yo/s320/SNC00239.jpg" /&gt;Next, the newest fighter in my home. The male copper breed. Cost $12... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397961139766520306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SulpDpclafI/AAAAAAAAAds/gGZnVKu7eoI/s320/SNC00313.jpg" /&gt;While starring at his other friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SulnyrOgwbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/sV0ebE0CY1E/s1600-h/SNC00317.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397959748674961842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SulnyrOgwbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/sV0ebE0CY1E/s320/SNC00317.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Say cheese to the camera !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SulnyVnxdeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/BG8W3rLNi9g/s1600-h/SNC00314.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397959742875334114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SulnyVnxdeI/AAAAAAAAAdU/BG8W3rLNi9g/s320/SNC00314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; The fish looks like they have a spade tail.. But it also looks like a "D" tail :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hope its both D tails :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397963233915145154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sulq9iwhi8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/maRfPzn2_4g/s320/SNC00326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Look ! Ahboy is waiting for me while im using the computer.. So adorable :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6.16PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-4004059232504845303?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4004059232504845303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=4004059232504845303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4004059232504845303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4004059232504845303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SulpDXvfQfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/_V1HbVM9-Yo/s72-c/SNC00239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-8062095666163552946</id><published>2009-10-22T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:46:48.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes i really thought that I'm like some depressed child..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With low confidence, always thinking that im useless, thinking that no one loves me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes i really hate myself. Whatever i do is wrong. My parents don't talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I brought a pet rabbit to accompany me at home. Unfortunately, it doesn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;play with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;even though how much i tried to play with it. In fact he treated me as some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sex toy, trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to fuck my legs. It's adorable somehow but also irritating sometimes. Life can never be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;complete. I wish that someone will shower love for me, especially my parents. But i don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;feel it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today is our anniversary. We had science pratical today. I thought that we could spend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;our happy times at the fish spa where we went last few days. However, when i received &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;his call, he's totally not into mood. I didn't know what to do so i wished him happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anniversary. His reply to me was with no expressions as though it's normal to go through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;an anniversary day. I told him what i am doing on the computer and he concluded that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i was "carrying balls" in helix forum. Now in his messenger nick, it reads "Damn i made a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;big mistake for science practical!!! and i hate bootlickers!" That bootlicker whom he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;referring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;is me. He will never know how much he'd hurt me. It's just a game, a forum, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;an internet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;website.. Why do you have to do this to me ? Why is everything my fault ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What have i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;done wrong by reading in the forum ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bootlicker / carrying balls = trying to be close to someone else by any means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I should always be alone. Talking to myself, playing with myself. I don't want to create &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;any more troubles. Exams are around the corner.. I couldn't imagine myself going through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all these accusations. I don't wish to fail my exams. Everything is a distraction. I'm tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;of shedding tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I feel like locking myself up.. Life is such a misery. I'm feeling lost. How i wish that I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;18 now. I would like to be drunk right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I smiled while looking at your photos. After seconds, tears flow down without a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;6.39PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-8062095666163552946?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8062095666163552946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=8062095666163552946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8062095666163552946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8062095666163552946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-really-thought-that-im-like.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6203797341439088587</id><published>2009-10-17T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:07:10.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Stk-yu1k3_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/xktXli8FpiE/s1600-h/SNC00244.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Woots !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm feeling kinda bored and so i've decided to blog !! I'm currently into Cabal Helix again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:( The motivation for studying just died off... =x How can i build  it back again ? Its only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a couple of days away from my major exams... Damn !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday, baby brought me to Pasir Ris farmway to experience Fish Spa !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12 bucks per half and hour. tsk tsk... 24bucks for 2 heads. Isnt that profitable ? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When i place my feet into the water, all the Gurra Rufa sucker fishes rushed towards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me. Haha. They look like Corydora's [ found in fish tanks; known for eating shit.. ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They have white belly and a black top.. My opponent is baby ! He stole so many fishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;from me, once he put in his both dirty legs.. Awww ! Should have gone there alone .... D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Stk-yUXjrpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OlKb0qa_xmU/s1600-h/SNC00243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393411062934777490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Stk-yUXjrpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OlKb0qa_xmU/s320/SNC00243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Went to eat Subway in the Courts MegaStore... :D Walked walked walked.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Looked looked looked... Bleah ! Im so interested in laptops ! Either MacBook or HP dv6..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And, IKEA's yummy meatball ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:D :D :D Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars !~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Man !! To all the males with cock out there, please learn to understand girls more !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lol !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;12.07PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6203797341439088587?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6203797341439088587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6203797341439088587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6203797341439088587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6203797341439088587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/woots-im-feeling-kinda-bored-and-so-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Stk-yUXjrpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OlKb0qa_xmU/s72-c/SNC00243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6062164096844649479</id><published>2009-10-11T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:03:50.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Went to fish farm yesterday with dearest, dad and ah ma; aka maid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bought fighting fish ! :D Its sort of a rare type with out lines on the tails and fins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;costs $35 ! I wanted to buy this sexy male pakat last few weeks but it was $40 then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hahaha. Met korkor Nicholas there too. He knew the boss of Yun Feng and asked for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;discount when i buy fish. Lol ! Baby bought pure copper breed which costs another $35.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wew....... total discount was only $5.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391197196305642194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/StFhSUfhMtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YguAJ3kAsYU/s320/SNC00229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391197194209221154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/StFhSMrsWiI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DrB54cS9UNE/s320/SNC00203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Headed down to baby's house to help him with his fish tanks. Hahahaha. Can't wait to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;breed my fishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pop ! This is cookie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Poodle ? :D hahahaha. My brother's friend's dog staying in my house for a day of safe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;keeping. Isn't he adorable ? Well trained male poodle. His face is round.. makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wanna squeeze his cheeks. He always sit with a hand on top of the other. Maybe he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;trained to sit like this ? Gentleman ? lol. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391194066293160706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/StFecISY-wI/AAAAAAAAAcs/glmXa56Hdus/s320/SNC00208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/StFebxQicNI/AAAAAAAAAck/QEaLjWc1IRg/s1600-h/SNC00212.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391194060111376594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/StFebxQicNI/AAAAAAAAAck/QEaLjWc1IRg/s320/SNC00212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty face. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/StFduEDZTJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gpwfitpCRXg/s1600-h/SNC00228.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391193274882542738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/StFduEDZTJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gpwfitpCRXg/s320/SNC00228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Can i own a doggy too ? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/StFdtyxl2AI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NA4j_miQ-Po/s1600-h/SNC00230.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391193270244464642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/StFdtyxl2AI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NA4j_miQ-Po/s320/SNC00230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Man.. I haven't officially started my thorough revision.. :( I also lost my freaking english &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;note book.. What the hell..... Im so doomed ! Just extremely interested in my fishes. Lol :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1.03PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;going out with cliques soon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6062164096844649479?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6062164096844649479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6062164096844649479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6062164096844649479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6062164096844649479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/went-to-fish-farm-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/StFhSUfhMtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YguAJ3kAsYU/s72-c/SNC00229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-4862192535895476140</id><published>2009-10-04T12:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:23:29.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lalala... Im feeling BORED !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When i check out my facebook, i saw this on my profile.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388605019854457906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsgrtytPzDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/X23V-MtfToQ/s320/SNC00170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haha ! Its rachel baobei spamming my profile ! I thought she forgot my bday bcuz she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;didn't message me this year !! However i was touched by so many wishes made by some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;people. hahaha. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Attended my cousin's wedding yesterday... Hiton Singapore level 24. Haha... Tall building..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The food there was delicious.. Especially the CHEESECAKE !!! I had 2 servings of the it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My bro drank too much alcohol and so i have the privilege. lol ! My mom thought that she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;took cocoa cola drink and she gave it to me.. Its red wine. lol ! My dad also asked me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;drink beer. =.= ! While watching my cousin and his wife saying "I DO", my eyes felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;watery. I find it sooooo sweet. hahaha ! Maybe im too emotional sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sat with few cousins. Some how admired them also. All of them looked successful unlike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me.. Dumb in the brain and everywhere. Engaged with husband who can afford to raise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the family and bring them to abroad. Driving sexy cars, wearing pretty dresses. I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;only say that i envy them :D Anyway, i am me ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friends also cancelled the outing for Sunday; which is today.. Bcuz they have not much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;money to spend. Its ok :D I understand. haha :) AND....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fuck it ! My fighter fry DIED.......... A handful of them.. Thanks to the "Liquidfry 1" food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, I'm not supposed to feed the fry until day 6, according to my brother's friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T.T !!!! Im so sorry fry fry.. I'm only left with about 10 fry.. I wish that they can grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:( sickening !!!! Anyway, their mother is "Royal Blue".. Black head and blue body. Woo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was told by dearest.. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shall end my post here. Be back when I'm feeling "FREE" :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1.22PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-4862192535895476140?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4862192535895476140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=4862192535895476140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4862192535895476140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4862192535895476140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsgrtytPzDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/X23V-MtfToQ/s72-c/SNC00170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-4340567517172893390</id><published>2009-10-02T18:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:44:58.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Back for blogging !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last few days, on Sunday, 27 Sept, baby and i went to Bugis junction to look for dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My cousin's wedding is coming ! I can't wait to eat those delicious dishes !!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, while shopping, we met Baobei RACHEL :D hehehe ! Its been so long since all of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;us last met. I really miss her. After my exams, I'll definitely meet her up with my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wee wee :D They are " twins " afterall. haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Im in love with this dress from Dorothy Perkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387962004368733986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXi5XWzNyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zHypmLeiF4I/s320/SNC00104.jpg" /&gt;Anyway, i dropped my phone in the dressing room. LOL ! Wtf.. my heart was like.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CRACKED ! I told this to baby, he said..no big deal cuz he dropped his twice. lol ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Luckily this isnt IPhone... or else, it might be dead by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The last day of September ! 30/9..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went to Kbox at Marina Square after school. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sang and drank. Had the buffet dinner with the $23++ package. Irritating ass.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think i'd gained 5kg from that buffet. Lol.. i hope not. Its fucking hard to slim down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387961301802580738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXiQeF-ewI/AAAAAAAAAbk/t8aC9iPK8j4/s320/SNC00134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My birthday ! o1/1o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hohoho.... Went to Tampines Mall with baby after school. Ate pastamania and baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;treated me Swensen's icecream.. I prefer Hagen Daaz. =x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Baby promised to treat me that on our anni :D lol !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He fetched me home after buying Daphnia for my fry. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sadly, baby didn't want to go up to my house because my aunties' were there to celebrate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my birthday with me.. :( anyway, i got lots of red packets :D hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'll own you ! Dorothy perkin's dress :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My brother bought me this cake !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Noodles ? haha those are actually made of cream. Its delicious :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;However, he's at work when we celebrated my day :( Noodles represent "Mee Sua"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;means..... long life. Haha. Eggs and vege also have meanings behind it. But i dont know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;what they meant. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387960696724335442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXhtQAFK1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/c7s0jkitSP8/s320/SNC00136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My noob picture. Lol !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXe88NcobI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZG-YMcNDyUE/s1600-h/SNC00139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387957667754713522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXe88NcobI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZG-YMcNDyUE/s320/SNC00139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Great thanks to my dearest, who brought me so much happiness in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Also not forgetting my family and my great friends. They sang me bday song ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Including baby... haha i remembered that he's shy when he sang it xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now, for the interesting part ! Look !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My fighting fish and FRY !!!!! Those little dots.. are the babies. With their dad. :D&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387957674734250674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXe9WNf6rI/AAAAAAAAAa0/4l0RQLLZViM/s320/SNC00143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is their mom. Hahaha. Since my dad love this little blue fish, i breed them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387956249501225666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXdqYzd0sI/AAAAAAAAAak/DdW1Gigrb88/s320/SNC00157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Little cutieeeeees !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXdp8_NIKI/AAAAAAAAAac/CS6A2l1xTO4/s1600-h/SNC00148.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387956242034270370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXdp8_NIKI/AAAAAAAAAac/CS6A2l1xTO4/s320/SNC00148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pretty half moon betta to share :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXdBSCCzNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/th8S9THYRWs/s1600-h/2619906798_d7ee042e42.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387955543308684498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXdBSCCzNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/th8S9THYRWs/s320/2619906798_d7ee042e42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXdBKbPaRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/NlBcz3imR6M/s1600-h/silverredBFOct2_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387955541266884882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXdBKbPaRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/NlBcz3imR6M/s320/silverredBFOct2_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXdAhC0EEI/AAAAAAAAAaE/S0QpyjZHWp4/s1600-h/BettaHalfMoon3Color.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387955530158575682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXdAhC0EEI/AAAAAAAAAaE/S0QpyjZHWp4/s320/BettaHalfMoon3Color.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; I still love my betta even though there are prettier ones :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7.43PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Exams are coming ! Doomsday is coming too :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-4340567517172893390?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4340567517172893390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=4340567517172893390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4340567517172893390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4340567517172893390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-for-blogging-last-few-days-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SsXi5XWzNyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zHypmLeiF4I/s72-c/SNC00104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7876712478423043358</id><published>2009-09-26T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:28:25.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Woots !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Woke up and attended Maths mock exam at 8++ in the morning. Out of the 2 and a half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hours of working out questions, i took an hour of nap. Tooooooo fatigued. By the way, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and i watched Phobia2 in the cinema yesterday. It was rather entertaining. A total of 5 different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;scary scenes. The first 4 were quite scary or maybe i, myself was a timid person. Its more like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;teaching a lesson on karma. As a person, i strongly believe in karma. What you did to others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;will be returned to you. Be it good or bad... The last scene was kinda hiliarious. 4/5 stars for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;that :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lol ! dad bought me 3 female fighting fishes out of a sudden ! It was a miracle to me. I didnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;experience this kinda "love" action from my dad for a long time. Today, i suddenly find that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he's so sweet towards me. Hahaha. However, its kinda weird..... 1 male and 3 female ?? Omg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My boy fighter isnt that flirty okay :( hahaha ! I still love them all :D i thought he didnt like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me to rare fighting fish too because... my mom said that fighting fishes promotes fightings in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the family.. superstitious :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My holland auntie is back ! :D hohoho. Was quite elated to hear my auntie's voice when i woke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;up from my afternoon nap. She even suggested to get me a Nonya dress for my cousin's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;wedding. One pretty dress cost more than a hundred bucks... How can i let her get that for me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I felt bad.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cant wait to go shopping with my dearest tomorrow. I think i'll get myself some dresses :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hope that anything can fit me ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10.28PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7876712478423043358?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7876712478423043358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7876712478423043358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7876712478423043358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7876712478423043358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/woots-woke-up-and-attended-maths-mock.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2062247175740819987</id><published>2009-09-21T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:46:27.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm feeling bored, sad, heartbroken, headache, sleepy..................... Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mentally retarded is good. Heart hanging in suspense.. What to do now ? I'm feeling so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;confused. Or maybe i think too much. I thought he'd changed somehow. I thought that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'd changed. Or maybe its still remains the same as before.. I'm treated so coldly when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can't help solving the game download. Maybe I'm just so useless. It's so cold... that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;don't know what to do. The more I think, the more painful it gets. The tone, the feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and the temper,whatever it is makes me feel so lonely. I can't do anything but to wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;until he cooled down.I always had this feeling.. No matter how much i miss him or love him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nothing will change his temper towards me. I wish to be stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3.46PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2062247175740819987?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2062247175740819987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2062247175740819987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2062247175740819987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2062247175740819987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-feeling-bored-sad-heartbroken.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2267696869636829286</id><published>2009-09-20T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:24:41.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm feeling extremely bored without my love. He's having his duty today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Luckily tomorrow is a public holiday because of Hari Raya and also, its baby's off day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Can't wait to see him tomorrow. Freaking bored !!!! Can someone introduce me something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;entertaining to do, other than studies ? Man.. i really hate studying now. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Do it for the sake of doing, with no emotions. Aww... What is human becoming nowadays ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Weird world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've watched a video last few days. It's a video on a group of China men, capturing dogs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and torturing it... For fuck ? I don't know.. What i can say is that those men are retarted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ass holes with their brains in their asses. Horrible bunch of people. What they did was... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to grab the innocent dogs by a huge clipper-like plier and clipped the dog's neck. Pulled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the dog and drag it on the ground. Next, they used that "plier" again and grabbed the dog's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;fore leg.. use a stick or maybe a hammer.. Can't really see it clearly. Hammer the bones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and it broke instantly. Leaving the dog spitting out puddle blood and moaning in pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Also, they used a knife to stab the chest of the dog. It was a bloody video. What a disgrace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to my ancestors that what current Chinese are doing in China. What the hell..... Just hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;that their government would stop these unduly act. I'd not only watched this dog torturing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;video, there were many other videos which i've watched too. They are disgusting freaks !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Die idiotic freaks ! I'll celebrate upon your death. _l_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cabal time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2.24PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2267696869636829286?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2267696869636829286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2267696869636829286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2267696869636829286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2267696869636829286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-feeling-extremely-bored-without-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2091004316475230842</id><published>2009-09-19T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:13:46.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2nd day of re-blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I doubt people realise that i'm blogging again. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here's my sexy little fighter again. Little half moon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383190202771360098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrTu99KMyWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/W4hxBzVTWfk/s320/SNC00084.jpg" /&gt;He looks a red, against the sunlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383190193265029074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrTu9Zvtr9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vm5sdSV7YQY/s320/SNC00079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Went cycling with baby during the late noon. Its was rather cooling when we started cycling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It was only the two of us. After cycling for few minutes, my legs began to feel tired. Lol !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I must be really unhealthy huh ? :( We cycled to Pasir Ris farmway. When we reached there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;it was already dark. Managed to find one fish shop which was still opened despite the late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;timing. We were quite disappointed when we didnt get to see any fighting fish in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;However, we found some interesting marine fishes. Nemo ! So i took some random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrTuue2il3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/kQW4CedTBT0/s1600-h/SNC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383189936937801586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrTuue2il3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/kQW4CedTBT0/s320/SNC00092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge star fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrTuuPoS6BI/AAAAAAAAAZk/bdpOjjvNTpE/s1600-h/SNC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383189932851521554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrTuuPoS6BI/AAAAAAAAAZk/bdpOjjvNTpE/s320/SNC00091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; After that, we headed down to the Elias mall to have our dinner at Mcdonalds. As my brother's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;bike worth a lump sum of money, i have to take good care of it. So, we carried up our bicycles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and locked it right outside the Mcdonalds. Lol. Felt a little awkward. Just typical Singaporeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Suah-ku ? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saw a fish shop in the mall. To our surprise, we saw 2 huge female fighting fishes and some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;other sexy ones. That was the largest size i've ever seen. Baby said that he will bring me to&lt;br /&gt;his childhood places in Thailand to catch the fighting fish over there. I cant wait to go to Thailand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;on March 2010 :D Im so captivated to fighting fishes now. Shall i match make for my little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fighter ? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;While cycling home, rain drops began to congregate on my skin. Rush rush rush, we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cyling faster and faster as though we are competing with the speed of the angry clouds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Approximately a 20minutes ride to home. Exhausted. :( I hope that there won't be any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;muscle cramps again ! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When i was bathing, a spider crawled creepily on my leg. OMG ! I freaking hate spiders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Their 8 legs made my hair stand straight as though i'd gel my hair. Eeeew ! I smaked and missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;it. :( Next, it is nowhere to be seen. Haha. Damn it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, my lovely ahboy ! The horny boy who can't stop thinking of fucking my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Awww D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrTuc5gI11I/AAAAAAAAAZU/DzPQdv6eolA/s1600-h/SNC00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383189634853951314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrTuc5gI11I/AAAAAAAAAZU/DzPQdv6eolA/s320/SNC00083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my love, for the wonderful and fun ride :D Love you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;11.12PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2091004316475230842?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2091004316475230842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2091004316475230842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2091004316475230842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2091004316475230842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/d-2nd-day-of-re-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrTu99KMyWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/W4hxBzVTWfk/s72-c/SNC00084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6034514942206175627</id><published>2009-09-19T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:35:44.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Wahaha. Finally back to blog ! Hello peeps ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm quite contented with life now. There's too many good stuffs going on lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Also, within a few days time, it will be my 17th birthday ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I also hope there will be fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Baby bought me Omnia II. Hehehe. He got one for himself too :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;At last we got our couple phone. All thanks to him ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Baby's engrossed face. Look at his cocked eyes. Opps =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382859434380240130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrPCIs4YJQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/aWO7fA-_zGM/s320/SNC00045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382859422753160658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrPCIBkQ_dI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VfeOmR2-T3I/s320/SNC00015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farrari shirt from 2008's F1 event. Hardcore sales person. Wahaha :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lots of memories. I won't be a bad girl anymore .... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrPBswG3QbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/MYQy8WFn6SA/s1600-h/SNC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382858954209968562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrPBswG3QbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/MYQy8WFn6SA/s320/SNC00053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My little fighter :D still a little one, but he's fucking fierce :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382858967912086786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrPBtjJs_QI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Ys_Ga_8l0Do/s320/SNC00071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrPBhWdyc5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZMATAgEXuQY/s1600-h/SNC00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382858758348239762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrPBhWdyc5I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZMATAgEXuQY/s320/SNC00073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrPBhGI2kcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VG9egOnGOJ8/s1600-h/SNC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382858753965461954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrPBhGI2kcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VG9egOnGOJ8/s320/SNC00074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.35AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6034514942206175627?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6034514942206175627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6034514942206175627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6034514942206175627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6034514942206175627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SrPCIs4YJQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/aWO7fA-_zGM/s72-c/SNC00045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1612886631984176090</id><published>2009-06-13T12:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:19:11.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Blog blog blog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hahahaha. Update update updates !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346672342492590322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMyKuitMPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9tbEHnTlUHM/s320/DSC00986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; This was taken from 2nd July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Went to Pasir Ris park with baby and his family; without his dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Managed to see horses in the park, so we went to take a look. They smell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;like the Zoooooo. Hahaha. Their shit is green in colour. Cute huh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Baby said that they were just ponies, not adult yet. Hehehe. Didn't manage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to take a photo of the white pony. Sooooooo handsome ! Sounds like *prince &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;charming riding on a white horse*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me and the super small pony. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346672142718537362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMx_GU3DpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/G1yFu1QSD2w/s320/DSC00955.JPG" /&gt;Here's the bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMx_KVFX_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/MZcWR_qVW4Y/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346672143793217522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMx_KVFX_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/MZcWR_qVW4Y/s320/DSC00957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th July ! Went out to Kbox to celebrate Kaili's birthday. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMxPBI6joI/AAAAAAAAAX8/UytrIGwc-Bc/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346671316692536962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMxPBI6joI/AAAAAAAAAX8/UytrIGwc-Bc/s320/DSC00966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMxPLGHFpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KAuzyg568uU/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346671319365129874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMxPLGHFpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KAuzyg568uU/s320/DSC00973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random picture of my AHBOY !!! He's actually eating cabbage. Haha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMw-xk5muI/AAAAAAAAAXs/gRKujuvqtMQ/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346671037637040866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMw-xk5muI/AAAAAAAAAXs/gRKujuvqtMQ/s320/DSC00987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Latest !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12 July; Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went cycling with baby, Xiong and Melvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hahahaha. I rode my bro's Specialized bike. Headed down to bro's friend's bicycle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shop to change for my Wheeler's tube. The man there thought i stole the bike T.T !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He came to me with his fierce looking face..... :( man... do i look like a bad kid ? Lol !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love cycling my bro's bike... Its sooo smoooooooooooth ! :D but its too tall for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Baby led us to Changi Village. Went through this scary place with LOTS OF CAR !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And we had to push our bikes across the roads; jaywalking. Man..... My heart was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pumping so hardly when i see those cars zoomed pass my face.. Hahahah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;While pushing the bike down a steep small slope into a drain, i slipped and my toe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;got scratched against the dirty drain... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMw-uEjvkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/UEX0mAaO3uE/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346671036696084034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMw-uEjvkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/UEX0mAaO3uE/s320/DSC00989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; There's plenty of little stones in my wound. Painful yet its funny to me. Wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I laughed non stop on my toe toe.. It looks funny, as though it was skinned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And the skin feels so rubber !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Baby helped me bandage my toe toe. :D ugly right ? =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMwXfzzonI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jYNm8KBZ2Kc/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346670362852827762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMwXfzzonI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jYNm8KBZ2Kc/s320/DSC00990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After that 4-5 hours of cycling to and fro, im so beat :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Reached home and ahboy kept starring at me. So i snapped a shot of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Maybe he's in love with me. Lol !! My horny ahboy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMwXDVRkAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/NVOXT9M3nxQ/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346670355208572930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMwXDVRkAI/AAAAAAAAAXU/NVOXT9M3nxQ/s320/DSC00991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhee. Bye !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1.18PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1612886631984176090?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1612886631984176090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1612886631984176090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1612886631984176090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1612886631984176090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-blog-blog-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SjMyKuitMPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9tbEHnTlUHM/s72-c/DSC00986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7276095939164687283</id><published>2009-06-09T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:32:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hehehe !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Had fun yesterday at baby's house. We watched Monster Vs Aliens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Damn it ! Its the best cartoon movie i've ever watched. Shiok !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Everybody must watch :D I love that jelly and insect !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Man... Only i have a pet like them. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Haha. Currently eating my breakfast cum lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Baby had his volcano eruption minutes ago because of cabal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lol ! I think i just have to wait till he's cooled down. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;He and his weird mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I havent been attending remedials lately :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Soooooooo.... lazy !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Twinny didnt message me just now so i went back to sleep :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So sad..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I heard there's Kbox today again ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wahahaha. But not yet confirm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im feeling bored.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12.30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7276095939164687283?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7276095939164687283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7276095939164687283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7276095939164687283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7276095939164687283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/06/hehehe-had-fun-yesterday-at-babys-house.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-5031573573868001981</id><published>2009-06-07T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:09:46.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My blog is kinda dead now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All because of CABAL ! hahahaha...... =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aww.. Ate vegetarian food for breakfast. I feel soooo happy because im not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;harming any animals. But i cant guarantee that for the whole day im eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;vege la. Let me be someone friendly to animals for this morning. Wahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Man... baby is in station now :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Im feeling so lonely again. Damn.. I cant stop thinking of playing even when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;im on bed. WHY ! Hahaha ! Simply because im addicted D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Last 2 days, on a Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The usuals; baby, his cousins and i went to KBOX. Wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Its KaiLi's 21 birthday. But the party over there wasnt that beautiful.. in fact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;its kinda dull.. :( poor KaiLi. I hope my 21 birthday will be sooooo much fun !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Baby even used some stupid toys and scratch my leg which gave me a small cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;T.T !! Hahahaha ! Painless !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Then we headed down to Topman where baby wanted to shop for shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He also bought me a top from Topshop. Nearly $50 :( But thanks dearest :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I love it sooo much ! Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Those are the happy days huh. The rest are play play play..... computer games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gaming world !! But i havent start revising my work :( Save meeeeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11.09AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-5031573573868001981?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5031573573868001981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=5031573573868001981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5031573573868001981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5031573573868001981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/06/wooo-my-blog-is-kinda-dead-now.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-4222867461984051412</id><published>2009-05-26T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:10:18.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Watch Night in the museum 2 !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Certainly worth the money !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Awww, i miss my ah bao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That blacked face boy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Im so lazy to study now.. Somebody help me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Its... cabal cabal and cabal =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6.10PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-4222867461984051412?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4222867461984051412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=4222867461984051412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4222867461984051412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/4222867461984051412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-night-in-museum-2-d-certainly.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1598526941911968583</id><published>2009-05-20T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:01:56.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lalala !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im bored... so i've decided to blog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And im going to skip school tomorrow..... D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Among that 5 hours of lesson in school tomorrow, 3 and a half hours will be POA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How dead can i be ? :( And right after POA, it will be Humanities. My sleeping period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And followed by Maths. Only Maths is what im interested in. So damn ! Hahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bye Thursday ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Man ! You see my POA exam paper :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Feel stress then hand itchy also got this D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337858159284796898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/ShPhtvWXPeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Xf22Tm5yRh0/s320/DSC00898.JPG" /&gt;My baby boy is dozing off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337858087286964402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/ShPhpjIvgLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/DAzogqNmbyI/s320/DSC00914.JPG" /&gt;Active back when he sees food !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337858088370275922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/ShPhpnLBhlI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lp3XVaXhrIc/s320/DSC00915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Awww man ! Cocoa is soooo HORNY !! I did an experiment yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He kept licking my hands and legs....And so, i tried to leave my hand near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to him and he........did that fucking "movement" like what dogs always do to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;human's legs. Omg :( He's so horny.. no wonder he cant stop following me wherever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i go ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HELP ME ! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.01PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1598526941911968583?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1598526941911968583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1598526941911968583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1598526941911968583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1598526941911968583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/lalala-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/ShPhtvWXPeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Xf22Tm5yRh0/s72-c/DSC00898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6735314642032054728</id><published>2009-05-17T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:36:50.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WOO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Its been donkey days since i last post again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yesterday was a shopping spree for dearest ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;He spent a total of $130 ++++++ on his dressings D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Like wow... Bumped into Hui Yi, Ying Chuan and Lee Wee at bugis street :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Coincidence ! Hohoho. Headed down to Tampines Safra as Melvin and all wanted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;play pooool. Dearest and me slacked over there while watching the rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pooled. What a fun day. I realised that, without game's entertainment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;life wouldnt be boring without money. Money can really bring happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;to one. Hmmmm ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As for today, im gonna rot my whole day infront of the comp ! Cause dear is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;having duty today ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had fucking nightmares this morning. Dont wanna mention it, cause those were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;jokes ! D: I cant wait to go shopping spree with dearest and his cousins next week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;again ! The day after today will be a boring day, MONDAY BLUEEEZ ? eeeew !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For me, its....Monday blue, Tuesday blue, Wednesday blue, Thursday blue &amp;amp; Friday blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;AND, Cocoa had managed to PRISON BREAK ! He succeeded his destroying of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cage. Im sure that he's sooooo contented with what he had done. He doenst need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to enter the prison until we found a new home for him. For now, he is able to roam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;around the house 24/7. Man !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bye ~ Will blog soooooon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1.36PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6735314642032054728?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6735314642032054728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6735314642032054728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6735314642032054728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6735314642032054728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/woo-its-been-donkey-days-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-6476487676903466467</id><published>2009-05-14T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:52:56.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;13May. Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Initially ah bao and i, wanted to watch Star Trek in the cinema. But unfortunately, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;we headed down to parkway instead. Ah bao wanted to get his weights for buidling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;muscles. Lalala. Ate Scoooopz ! Yummy. I think im growing muscles on my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I carried both of his bars with a total of 5kg with cocoa's food weighing 1kg.. Lol ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come on, i dont wanna be muscular woman. 6kg, can grow muscle ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14May. Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Weeew ! Skipped school for the 1st time... i can say, for the 1st time in my life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With permission, i must say. The last time i skipped school is with rachel baobei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think..... i was only sec2 then. Hahaha. I used excuses like there's thunder and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;heavy rain and today's time table are mainly stupid lessons which are mostly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;freeeee periods =x And, permission granted ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, no friends msged me or something to ask why i didnt come to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Perhaps if 1 day i die, they wouldnt even know. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aww, i just logged into Facebook. Ah bao's friend commented on his status right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after i did. What she commented, makes me feel stupid about myself. What she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;commented, makes me feel that i dont understand him. Everything was settled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yesterday, but its coming back today. What can i do to stop these from haunting me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I dont feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11.52AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-6476487676903466467?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6476487676903466467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=6476487676903466467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6476487676903466467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/6476487676903466467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/13may.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2964116363973147188</id><published>2009-05-12T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:42:10.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered....&lt;br /&gt;What if being on Earth is not the most wonderful thing you can achieve ?&lt;br /&gt;What if you smiled but your heart felt differently ?&lt;br /&gt;What if you tried to make someone care about you but it fails, what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling insecure, hurt, afraid, unhappy, sobby and whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do. My mind just cant stop talking. I cannot control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;In a huge plain field with only sand. Where should i head to ? Why am i here ?&lt;br /&gt;Who will come and pick me out from here ? How long and how far do i need to get out&lt;br /&gt;of here ? Im missing, does anyone care ? I doubt so...to be forgotten. I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im someone who thinks beyond imaginations, dont come close to me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to spread my wings and fly from a great height until i reach into another world.&lt;br /&gt;A world with no sorrows, no unhappiness but with plenty of love and care.&lt;br /&gt;Abandon me and leave me alone. Lost touch from the bits of love. I think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2964116363973147188?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2964116363973147188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2964116363973147188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2964116363973147188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2964116363973147188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-372344092603366778</id><published>2009-05-12T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:31:12.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sunday, 10 May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It was mother's day ! Went to tampines to eat KFC with dear and his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hehe. His mummy gave me a hug. But i felt weird..my mom didnt hug me since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;small. Its so awkward, but the feeling of it is great ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cabal-ed at baby's house using lappy. Seeded from his internet. Muahahaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chiong till midnight 2 am. Then baby send me home by cab. Gave my mom her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mother's day present. It was a "lucky cat"? Those you can find by walking down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;some shops, with the cat sticking up one arm and waving it. But it was kinda belated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After 12 midnight. Awww, i feel so far away from my family. I dont even know when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is my mother's birthday. We dont talk much, we dont go out. Sometimes, its too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cold living in my family. Luckily i have cocoa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Monday, 11May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Baby had duty ! While Jiaen, Guanshen and me went to Sakae to eat ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ewww ! I've wasted so much money because i only managed to eat 6 plates !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Some even have that wasabi taste ! yuck ! But its fun being with my friends :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;JiaEn Laogong. Hahaha. What a wideeee smile !&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334909522452429938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sgln8fKgPHI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Vq0uf-NE_QE/s320/DSC00889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;GS. Lol ! Dont step la. That mountain of plates includes 6 of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334909518689756946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sgln8RJaZxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dYeglf-pxyE/s320/DSC00883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The right bowl, is used by uncivilised human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334909371158092962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SglnzrjH3KI/AAAAAAAAAWk/dMh18SNwX_8/s320/DSC00890.JPG" /&gt;Lastly, say hello to COCOA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SglnzApawWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VRwPUbnOugY/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334909359641772386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SglnzApawWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VRwPUbnOugY/s320/DSC00892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Awww. Nothing much to blog these few days. Currently into chiong-ing Cabal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;right after school. School is still soooo boring ! D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tadaaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I miss ah bao :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8.30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-372344092603366778?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/372344092603366778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=372344092603366778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/372344092603366778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/372344092603366778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-10-may.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sgln8fKgPHI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Vq0uf-NE_QE/s72-c/DSC00889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-498863817527373229</id><published>2009-05-07T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:52:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Woo ! Its been sooo long since i last updated my blog. Eeew !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, just finished Mid Year Exams. Hahaha ! Its a "sure fail" kind of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Because, im cabaling from the moment i return home till late at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;:( Hahaha. Im just toooooo lazy to study !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;On the way to school today, a group of students from my school, walking infront of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;me. People riding on bicycles, rushing for work. The poor cyclist rang the bell and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;got cursed by the people infront. Isn't that a stupid thing to do ? Hahaha ! And the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;girl infront just didn't want to move away. I wonder why these people don't have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Woo ! I want that Crocs job. I hope there's people accompanying me though :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chaos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3.51PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-498863817527373229?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/498863817527373229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=498863817527373229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/498863817527373229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/498863817527373229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/05/woo-its-been-sooo-long-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-5542599874176238009</id><published>2009-04-26T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:20:28.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;SAD .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Rest in peace Girlgirl. 15 Feb o9 - 25 Apr o9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'll miss you girl. Sorry. Love lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Damn weather. So humid everyday. Global warming !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Warning to Ministry of Education; Please prevent global warming by stopping the printing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;of textbooks and examination papers. Thank you. Hahaha. Lame but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Not yet in the mood of studying. Keep playing Cabal ! Awww ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;English paper 1 is tomorrow ! TOMORROW ! I actually plan to study in June D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahaha ! Damn it ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I miss girl girl .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Man ! I heard that there's new mode in LeftForDead. Survival ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wanna try it out :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Baby, date me out for L4D soon alright ?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;6.11PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-5542599874176238009?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5542599874176238009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=5542599874176238009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5542599874176238009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5542599874176238009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad_26.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1422617603414478765</id><published>2009-04-22T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:48:29.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;HAPPY 1 YEAR &amp;amp; 9 MONTHS WITH DEAREST BABY BOY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;thanks baby for what you've been giving me and whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;you've been doing to make me smile continuously ! Despite of me being unreasonable at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;times, you still continue to be understanding towards me. Happy happy :D Thanks love !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:( Twinny didnt come to school today. She had something on still. However, she promised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me that she will come tmr !! :D i miss her !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hahah ! I havent even started revising my work for the upcoming exam ! Its only 5 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;more ! Countdown !!!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And, tomorrow is 2.4km dying run ! :( Legs are to be NUMBED after tomorrow ! All the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;best to myself. Lol !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5.47PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1422617603414478765?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1422617603414478765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1422617603414478765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1422617603414478765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1422617603414478765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-1-year-9-months-with-dearest-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-7776274368432256477</id><published>2009-04-21T17:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:57:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BACK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;pictures time ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This is cocoa, right after his bath. Wet little naughty boy. He definitely smell better now. Haha !&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327075516924648402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Se2S9WX5W9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/vTvpLnBLzXo/s320/DSC00816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; My boyf ! Last few days, i went to his house to do some facial. First time in my life !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He fell asleep while waiting for the mask to dry. Hahaha. Piggy !&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327075418051681826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Se2S3mCvniI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_-gu2n5kE9s/s320/DSC00823.JPG" /&gt;Does he look 20 ? NOO ! Damn baby face ! Jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327074984753934850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Se2SeX4gsgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/45yvQ98br0M/s320/DSC00839.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Haha ! Shielding his nipple from the camera while watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Se2SSdhE_LI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NE2Z7kgjBwc/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327074780107832498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Se2SSdhE_LI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NE2Z7kgjBwc/s320/DSC00844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ANTS ATTACK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;While im preparing a hot milo for myself in the morning, several ants crawled onto me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Invasion ! I pushed them lightly out of my hands but they just cant stop climbing on me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I dont know why. Most likely they came from the cover of the condensed milk. Is my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;too sweet for them ? Lol ! Irresistible ! Went to school with an ant on my uniform. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It crawled on my hands and i pushed it off again but it never fail to climb up again. When i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;saw an ant crawling on the projected screen. It shocked me. Hahaha ! Ant ants day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had oral examination for mid year today ! Hahaha. I knew i did quite moderately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The examiner had to ask me lots of questions because i didnt know how to answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the conversation. Aww...Hack care ! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Initially, i wanted to meet rachel baobei yesterday. Unfortunately, she was too busy :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I cant wait to see twinny tmr :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And, tomorrow is me and baby's 1 year 9 months anniversary. Hello boyf, do you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anything special for me ? Wink wink *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Baby said that in Thailand, stars are shattered everywhere in the sky unlike in Singapore ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How beautiful ! I wanna go :D ! Bring me there, take me there ! Hohohoho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Iloveyou dearest (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5.51PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mood : Sleepy and Hungry !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-7776274368432256477?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7776274368432256477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=7776274368432256477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7776274368432256477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/7776274368432256477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-pictures-time-this-is-cocoa-right.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Se2S9WX5W9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/vTvpLnBLzXo/s72-c/DSC00816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2022023148294903153</id><published>2009-04-17T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:52:46.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;AHHHH ! :( i went to cut my hair about an hour ago. Dissappointing.&lt;br /&gt;Its like... Shorter than usual. I guess i told that woman wrongly on how i want my&lt;br /&gt;hair to be. No more golden brown tail ! Hahaha ! Currently dying the bottom of&lt;br /&gt;my hair =x Like..... SAD ! Its ok... Hair can grow ! Always look on the bright side of&lt;br /&gt;life ! Anyway, the hairdresser trimmed my hair and its somehow not as spoiled as it&lt;br /&gt;was. :D However, i wished that it could be the other auntie who always cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;School... Sucks as usual. Boring and dry. No motivation to study yet !!!&lt;br /&gt;Doomed ! Dreaming of my GTR Skyline :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I miss baby :( He's having duty now. Pang seh me. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Twinny. Cheerup :) You are my strong girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6.44PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2022023148294903153?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2022023148294903153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2022023148294903153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2022023148294903153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2022023148294903153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhh-i-went-to-cut-my-hair-about-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1580470500176606804</id><published>2009-04-16T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:15:42.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY 3 YEARS &amp;amp; 2 MONTHS ANNI WITH TWINNEH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hahaha ! Back ! Its been 4 long days since i last updated my blog. Was busy playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cabal and going out. :D hohoho. Managed to watch the Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4 yesterday !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Super nice. Its so much better watching in the cinema than to the online pirated ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna own a GTR Skyline ! Even though the blue sexy car used is Nissan Skyline; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pointed out by dear. Nissan Skyline is sexy. However, my GTR Skyline to be, is much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sexier. LOL !! Dreaming* Will baby be like that muscular guy in the movie ? Who love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;his girlfriend so much that he took vengence for her ? Hahahaha ! I bet he is :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hohohoho ! Had NAFA test today. LOL ! Damn... i failed my shutter run. Its soooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;shocking. I know... i know... Stupid distractions. I just couldnt stop feeling shy. Failed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;by 1 second. What a joke. 1st time i failed shutter run. Hahaha. And, today, the 16th...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Twin taught me how to jump for that damn standing board jump. I passed !!!! Finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Thanks twinneh :D Without her, i think i'd be stucked. Hahaha ! Feeling so dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eating Famous Amous right now. YUMMY ! Thanks baby :D Hahahaha. I feel so lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;being loved :) my jealousy boy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2.14PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1580470500176606804?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1580470500176606804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1580470500176606804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1580470500176606804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1580470500176606804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-3-years-2-months-anni-with.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-552344245994278330</id><published>2009-04-12T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:33:30.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11 April; Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went out with laogong; jiaen and brother; guanshen. Played L4D, ate and slacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shiokness. Very long didnt feel so free before. But of course, money rushed like tap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;water into the sink :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ate dinner at ASTON :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My BBQ chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323713364702091682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SeGhGVURWaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xtrIdwtq23I/s320/DSC00771.JPG" /&gt;See my laogong. Laugh until like that. So high. LOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323713366313019186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SeGhGbUWJzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wFVZRUULnMI/s320/DSC00773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Cocoa. My lovely rabbit boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323713101325310418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SeGg3AKWmdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ERjAGkCGT-A/s320/DSC00782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Twist for his face. Lol !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323713105477515458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SeGg3PoUOMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/rRUny4zBz0U/s320/DSC00786.JPG" /&gt;See girlgirl eat. So chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323712886032087330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SeGgqeIcuSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YIWqFfhUuh8/s320/DSC00792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And this, most of everybody's love. Mdm Nurmah. Fuck you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SeGgqCzQg3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/NRnyextvtjk/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323712878695449458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SeGgqCzQg3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/NRnyextvtjk/s320/DSC00770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fuck man ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Super angry now. So what man ? So what in the past you gangster ? You cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;talk to me like this until you die ok ? You hate to be accused. So am i ! You human, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i ghost ah ? Both also must have equal rights ok ? The things i never do, u accused me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;of doing. Ya, forever you win. FOREVER. FUCKER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-552344245994278330?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/552344245994278330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=552344245994278330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/552344245994278330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/552344245994278330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/11-april-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SeGhGVURWaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xtrIdwtq23I/s72-c/DSC00771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1475530792542571658</id><published>2009-04-09T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:01:37.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Family. Boyfriend. School.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is what my mind says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Who can read it ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its out of control. Im at wits end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Teach me, guild me, tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im giving up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7.00PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1475530792542571658?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1475530792542571658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1475530792542571658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1475530792542571658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1475530792542571658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/family.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-32093005993171791</id><published>2009-04-09T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:58:36.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOHOHO&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today had 4 tests in total. STRESS AH ! Out of the 10 periods of lesson; 5hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;only 1 hour is PE. The rest were tests after tests. Headache. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;distress&lt;/span&gt; my brain by PLAYING GAME ! Damn books. Anyway, today Mdm Nurmah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;guai lan to me and twin. She kept asking us to "SHUT UP" la :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lol ! I answered her, "You yourself then shut up la". Then she look at me and nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to say. Idiot. I hate ppl to ask me to shut up. Hate ! HATE !! When ppl ask me to shut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;up, i will never stop myself from answering back. Please ask ppl to keep quiet in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;polite way, do not use "shut up". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;byeeee ~ i go PLAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Will blog again soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2.57PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-32093005993171791?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/32093005993171791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=32093005993171791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/32093005993171791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/32093005993171791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/hohoho-today-had-4-tests-in-total.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2770074006616668610</id><published>2009-04-07T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:06:39.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GLOOMY .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt; :( bored. That same feeling which i had last year, is back. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; just too dopey; ignorant. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; ! Stupid right ? Stupid mind of mine just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; stop thinking of helping. When i helped, i made more troubles for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; expect things to turn out this way. The feeling of abandoned and lack of&lt;br /&gt;courage just returned. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; felt this way for the past few months. It is back.&lt;br /&gt;When u cannot pass that stage, you get angry. When i tried to help, u get angry.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; do anything. I am so useless right. I also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know playing with me is a&lt;br /&gt;waste of time. I see that game is priority now. You asked me to look after your&lt;br /&gt;stall. Yes, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; notice that you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DCed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry. Somehow i just feel that you are&lt;br /&gt;blaming me. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; take it. You keep asking me to enjoy my game while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually crying and feeling stress about everything. Guys will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;You can scold me, but this is only my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I also realised that guys treat games more seriously and caring apart from their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;girlfriends. Men instinct ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is learning about the game more important than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;someone you love in real life ? I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what is your true answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fullstop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Its all my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5.54PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2770074006616668610?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2770074006616668610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2770074006616668610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2770074006616668610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2770074006616668610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/gloomy.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-8097664658064666698</id><published>2009-04-06T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:31:56.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WOOO ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Im currently playing Cabal private server !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Join me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cabalhelix.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;www.cabalhelix.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAHA. Within 3 days im already 120+ lvl. Shiok ! But the money very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hard to earn. Hahaha. Wooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Im going back to train my account :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Latest: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My baby hammy left 1 :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The other babies are so unfortunate. Research says that normally the 1st brith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of babies, most of them will not survive because the mother lacked experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im awaiting for the 2nd batch of babies ! :D I love you Girlgirl and Boyboy. Not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;forgetting the little one still living. May you live LONGER !!! Lots of loveeeee !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tadaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;8.30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-8097664658064666698?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8097664658064666698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=8097664658064666698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8097664658064666698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/8097664658064666698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/wooo-im-currently-playing-cabal-private.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-3013590065718330972</id><published>2009-04-04T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:32:03.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Friday; 4th April.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. Pictures !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;During physics lesson in the lab. Exploring the use of magnifying glass.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320717665753932690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sdb8htFoo5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/qZcLUs96OtE/s320/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Show you my teeeeeeeeeeeeeth !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sdb8hcks_SI/AAAAAAAAAUk/i1r7D5bOrTY/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320717661320838434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sdb8hcks_SI/AAAAAAAAAUk/i1r7D5bOrTY/s320/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Rachel baobei and cheekeong with dearest at Simpang Bedok. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Happy happy ! Ate lots of food till i nearly vomitted. Luckily baby bought me sweets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;to control my stomach. :D Thanks dearest ! Yummy. I still miss that Thai fried rice !&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti bolognese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sdb7zAlHB0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/QvCVn0Drl-8/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320716863532369730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sdb7zAlHB0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/QvCVn0Drl-8/s320/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Our Teh. :D Yummy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sdb7zLFFCOI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xUGctezrHiE/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320716866350811362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sdb7zLFFCOI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xUGctezrHiE/s320/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Im so happy to meet rachel baobei :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5th April. Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, the latest news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2 carcases of baby hammy found. 1 missing and 3 alive. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rest in peace my babies. I supposed that the parent ate the missing one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Perhaps they see it suffering then they ate it. I hope that 3 lovely ones would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;recarnate and be my god-grandchildren again. I love you babies ! May the remaining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ones live as long as possible. Same goes to its parents. Girlgirl looks very weak after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;giving birth. It is soooo heartbreaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Daddy found a dog roaming around at somewhere, he didnt tell me where......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He fed it with water. That dog is finding for its owner. My daddy didnt bring him home !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cause he say that our rabbit is already so troublesome. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EEEEEE i want doggy. Hahaha ! And make our house be like a zoo !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I still hoped for a pet dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2.23PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-3013590065718330972?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3013590065718330972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=3013590065718330972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3013590065718330972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3013590065718330972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-4th-april.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sdb8htFoo5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/qZcLUs96OtE/s72-c/DSC00728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-3311584512723354678</id><published>2009-04-03T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:50:46.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SAD. DEPRESSED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320427159261116658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdX0UAEZePI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Fwipky9pJU0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Went to school. There's no announcement for band's achievement today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;For example. Sports CCA, they compete with other school. When they win, the school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;will recognise their achievement by announcing. But when they lost, the school will keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last 2 years, band got gold. They announced sooooooooooo proudly. This year ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Is it really embarrassing to announce that the band had gotten a silver ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;What Mr Yeo had said... was it true or white lies ? Im beginning to hate that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DAMN Bedok North Sec. Bunch of useless liars ! Arrogant shit. I hope that they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;feeling guilty to drive Mr Lim away. Idiots !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Returned home from school and received a real bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3 hammy baby were trapped with one hand stucked to cotton. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sorry babies. I shouldnt have placed some cotton in. I thought it might give you warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But unexpectedly.... 1 of the forearm was swollen for 3 of them. It really hurts me to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;them in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that condition. I've tried my best to remove most of the cotton but they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;too small.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I cannot touch them too. I hope their parents might help. Their cries made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my heart sank. My little babies, so young yet suffered so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;How could i repay you for what i've done ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Few hours ago, lost 1 of my hammy baby due to mul nutritient. It looked super skinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rest in peace my baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lots of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Guilty. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-3311584512723354678?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3311584512723354678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=3311584512723354678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3311584512723354678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/3311584512723354678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdX0UAEZePI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Fwipky9pJU0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1790667199893045656</id><published>2009-04-02T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:27:07.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BOO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;just updated the trumpet blog. :) LALALALA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5 people popped out and say "xiangxiang rawks" the moment i went online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today very SHIOOOOK huh ! First time ! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SYF got silver :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Its still acceptable though. Although that wasnt what i hoped for. After listening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to talks from the alumni and teachers, i began to realise that getting a silver is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;already a very good start ! The end of last year, that "changing of conductor" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;affected alot on the seniors. Like me, didnt wanna attend band because its not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mr Lim. The rest, adapting to the new conductor, is like a whole new band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A brand new beginning and a silver which will eventually grow up into a better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;achievement later on. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And, luckily we didnt perform in the morning today. Or else we will be sandwiched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;in between the good bands ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After attending band for these 2 weeks, the memories in the pass just came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;back. Looking at Coral Sec achieving gold, makes me feel jealous. Im in their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;shoes, 2 years back. However, after reflecting, a silver is also good enough ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pictures time ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;trumpet trumpet trumpet. Be mine ! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320083261330001586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdS7igcTjrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6MGJ7lHjWJY/s320/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;SG Flyer! dont really kno the spelling of it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320082478672005330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdS6080GSNI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UHz4PrwiOIE/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the section. Without Yinjie and Jiaming. hahahaha. Amazon Greeeeeen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdS60gixihI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n2QuigtvEZY/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320082471083149842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdS60gixihI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n2QuigtvEZY/s320/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lalalaa ! TV time ! blog soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9.30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1790667199893045656?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1790667199893045656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1790667199893045656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1790667199893045656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1790667199893045656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/boo-just-updated-trumpet-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdS7igcTjrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6MGJ7lHjWJY/s72-c/DSC00717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1244176930139028951</id><published>2009-04-01T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:18:18.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;JIAYOU BN BAND :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;tmr is SYF !! i know we can do it ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and, HAPPY APRIL FOOL to the fools !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5.09PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1244176930139028951?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1244176930139028951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1244176930139028951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1244176930139028951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1244176930139028951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/jiayou-bn-band-ddd-tmr-is-syf-i-know-we.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-5673336646120850318</id><published>2009-03-31T16:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:52:54.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;LALALALALALALA !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The happy girl is HEREEEEE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SURPRISE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY ROBO HAMSTER GAVE BIRTH TO 6 HEALTHY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JELLY BEANS !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mom woke me up at 2.30AM while im sleeping ! Just to let me know that she found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;babies in hamster's house. Hahaha ! Made me soooooooo happy till i couldnt sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after that. They look like JELLY BEANS !!! Strawberry flavour ? Damn cute la !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2 jelly beans among their parent's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319273424645754322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdHa_zsvjdI/AAAAAAAAATk/cnc7lKrrMaI/s320/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another 2 lying with their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319273422831686962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdHa_s8PFTI/AAAAAAAAATc/IxkHdCVWmq8/s320/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not being biased huh.... COCOA ! when are you going to give me babieees ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319273546719690562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdHbG6db_0I/AAAAAAAAATs/3vKXJ0yldYc/s320/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Woke up super early today. Drank coffee to boost my energy and headed to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;with dark scary surrounding ! Totally dark... Feeling feared while walking to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Damn deserted. Played SYF pieces to a group of children from the lower sec :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Why children ? Basically, most but not all, have childish mentality. So, they are kids !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Was released from lessons at 11am and proceeded with band practice ! Same for tmr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;as well :) The best one is.... Thursday ! 1 hour of PE then released !!! Cause of SYF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After band prac, i went home alone. Hahaha. As usual. I dont demand much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My circle of friends isnt that huge. Sometimes i really do feel like an extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And, congrats to St Gab for getting gold ytd. Just noticed it in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Also, congrats to Hougang for getting gold today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Li May, a friend who went to the SCH to listen for her band, commented that this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;year's SYF is lenient. I hope its going to be lenient on Thursday too ! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;After today's band practice, i know that we can actually score well in SYF !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We Can !!! :DDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jiayou BNband :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cheers !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5.12PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-5673336646120850318?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5673336646120850318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=5673336646120850318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5673336646120850318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/5673336646120850318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/lalalalalalala-happy-girl-is-hereeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/SdHa_zsvjdI/AAAAAAAAATk/cnc7lKrrMaI/s72-c/DSC00705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-1983125833323479298</id><published>2009-03-30T19:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:32:49.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;STRESS !!! EMOTIONAL !!! SUCKY !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This 3 words are what i am feeling NOW !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just returned home from band in a gloomy mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Obviously its about band... I admit that i suck big time ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its exactly 1 week and 6 days i've been practising my trumpet and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;attending band regularly. Mr Wong had commented on our band.. blablabla !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I felt that we are just not preparing and feeling the urgency enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ITS ONLY 3 MORE DAYS ! D: 3 more practices !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I felt sooooo dumb for not returning to band before that. Just because of the change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;of conductor ? And no XENO trumpet for me ? haha. I felt like a dumbass ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;However, i still wished that Mr Lim didnt leave us. He's really a good conductor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;His presence turned the whole band around. I detest the choice piece, SERIOUSLY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Trumpet seemed to be a useless section in that fucking piece ! Hate it so much !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;RAWR !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Im still so lousy for SYF. People are not concentrating and taking it seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Im so worried !! Just couldnt control my emotions when i heard that Regent got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Suddenly i had this hard feeling to overcome my own confidence. SO URGH ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;People are improving and we are still maintaining our standards. Not forgetting myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;in that category of "still maintaining our standards" too, ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;eeeyucks ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I suck :( Envious of other's band!!! But so what ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We have to strive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;harder for it ! :) gimme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;movtivation to move further !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Congrats to Regent Band :) They have improved tremendously ! Its a GOLD for them this year ! :D Happy for them yet worrying for my beloved band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There is still room for improvement !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JIAYOU MYSELF !!!&lt;/span&gt; gambateh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7.12PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-1983125833323479298?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1983125833323479298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=1983125833323479298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1983125833323479298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/1983125833323479298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/stress-emotional-sucky-this-3-words-are.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886347699138350521.post-2916700495731327639</id><published>2009-03-29T15:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:44:55.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sc8fe328HoI/AAAAAAAAATU/eiBWZmHgFVo/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318504300198764162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sc8fe328HoI/AAAAAAAAATU/eiBWZmHgFVo/s320/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday; 28March. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went to school for band practice in the MORNING. Tired tired bored bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Played trumpet and felt that my lips were a lil swollen :( Must be the day before i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pressed the mouthpiece hardly against my lips. Pain pain. Gotta give my lips some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rest ! Cause next week's Monday to Thursday gotta have intensive training for SYF !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its baby's off day too. But i didnt accompany him. I accompanied my family instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sorry baby :( Im feeling very guilty now.... Surprisingly, my whole family went out !&lt;br /&gt;went to Tampines by BUS !!! I cant imagine that.. it was like... Since 10 over years ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dad used to drive us out, but he thinks that its hard to get a parking lot for his car so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we went out by bus. COOL :DD ! Family outing eh ? Since donkey years !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Brother treated us Han's ! :D Yummy ! thanks bro. hehehehehe !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Loving the lovely atmostphere with my family :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Half of my black pepper chicken and half of bro's dory fish.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318504299876212290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sc8fe2qCXkI/AAAAAAAAATM/2SDJFjOKa94/s320/DSC00698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sunday; 29March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lalalaa ! Baby is taking a afternoon nap ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Waiting for him to wake up. Then we shall watch the movie ; The Unborn !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3.35PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Baobei Rachel;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I miss you too !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I miss the times we went MAD. Both inside and outside school. We just cant stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;badmouthing ppl we hate ! :D I still thought of being LES with you when i was single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Can you believe it ? Hahaha. But im straight la. Just felt that guys are real jerks and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;that time we were just toooo close to each other. xD wahhh, i seriously miss you !!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thanks to you, i didnt smoke. Whenever i thought of trying, you'll be right in my mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;scolding me and warning me not to smoke. hahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thanks to you, i feeeel the real friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thanks to you, in helping my relationships with your twinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thanks to you, for recommending a nice guy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thanks to you, i've enjoyed my lifeeeeeeeeeeeeee with you !!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Shall meet up asap baobei ! xDDDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;loveeeeeees !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886347699138350521-2916700495731327639?l=the-breastmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2916700495731327639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886347699138350521&amp;postID=2916700495731327639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2916700495731327639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886347699138350521/posts/default/2916700495731327639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-breastmilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-28march.html' title=''/><author><name>xiangxiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05719611483992610077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6pmoi5ZKvU/Sc8fe328HoI/AAAAAAAAATU/eiBWZmHgFVo/s72-c/DSC00695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
