<?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-8116652</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:04:10.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ma 69 cents worth of ride</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116652.post-115582651924598351</id><published>2006-08-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:55:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG SHIFT BLOG SHIFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everybody!!! 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Will you promise him the sun and the universe?&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure you don't take the blame? or cos he/she matters alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think too much &amp; shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY it's finally friday. which means.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the weekend! which means............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b b loveeeeeeee ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right person, wrong time frame, wrong person, right time, dunno whether right person, wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why bother so much figuring who's the right one when u're in a happy relationship &amp; already figuring out 1 "right-one". you can only do one thing at a time, eh? lesson learnt? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when's the last time you actually dare to say "truly madly deeply do" or "thinking of you too hard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sub standard love/ full force lust.&lt;br /&gt;love? sweet love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;give me my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115466143079561814?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115466143079561814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115466143079561814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115466143079561814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115466143079561814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-love.html' title='time &amp; love'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115459529792083570</id><published>2006-08-03T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:56:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monroe, labret, daith, verti-tragus.</title><content type='html'>FUCKING SWEAR VERTICAL TRAGUS IS DARN NICE. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;however&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;dinales chucos, i just had to be mean. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so in the mood for some holes, blame the ah siao who came home 3 mins ago with 8 piercings at one go. really one&lt;em&gt; ah siao, &lt;/em&gt;it's all the holey &lt;em&gt;feng &lt;/em&gt;at home. DOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of cos no more holes at the moment. c`mon man thicken my blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so darn free today whee, back from school(s) alr. was at ah ma's place in the morn &amp; the neighbour decided to be a bitch to have a ______ (fill in the blanks) hour(SSS)-drilling session, just nice when i'm at home sleeping &lt;em&gt;realllllllll soundly . cool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just couldn't take it so of cos where else to go after school but my 2nd home. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;random: ate 4 bo lo baos. going on 5th one. i'm so gonna grow FAT, FAT. eeeeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanna jog laters. HAHA. HA HA HA HA. lets see if i actually do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this post is gonna be damn long-winded &amp;amp; chapalang, cos i actually planned today for no brainer activities like CHILLING. heh massive chilling till it's almost pigging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ooo anyways, i'm quite aware that certain someone(s) is/are comtemplating on hitting me, bring it on baby, always game for some police &amp; thief game. of cos me, THE POLICE, you ALWAYS THE THIEF. KINKY POLICE OKAYYYY. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my guns are still at the tattoo parlour, muahahaha, okay weak joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; of cos when people can actually dedicate their so many of their blog entries to me, it's actually quite ego boosting, especially when people respect me. RESPECT SEH. heh heh heh. DOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everything is ego boosting, when u see it in my way, doh. MY WAY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"why take things so seriously doh, chill chill." heh SO IDIOTIC i know. MUAHAHA whee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanna go abroad babyyyyy, sg's so stagnant, or at least for now my life's so bloody stagnant, nicely stagnant though. haha no complains, but aiyaaaaaa i want cluny, my futbol boysssss &amp; linggggg! for now it's only din the lao lao packing his luggage for his flight tmr morning. THEN I'LL BE ALL BY MYSELF )): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;missing the entire world. &amp;amp; my baby WU. after all the unglam photo fights, y'all not gonna meet alr huh? BOO TO MY UGLY PEOPLE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;addicted to avocado juice mannnn, after the trigger session at adam's road yesterday, it's massive avocado juice intake, i'm quite sure it's considered excessive. DAMN, so much for the oily froot. FROOT. heh i love pissing everyone with my FROOTS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;repeat after me FROOT. emphasize the OOOO please. muahaha whee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;actually wonder how many people reach here, the tolerance point of nonsense.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cannot understand how so many people are actually shallow-er than me. i thought i was damn idiotic &amp; dim alr, just can't believe i can easily point out so many damn-pathetic-people. thing is the way they're getting attention is just so low, so so low. who? you? heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;damn hate to say this but i SOOO love attention. (: c'mon man, gimme some lovin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am so full after eating so many bo lo baos, i'm gonna puke &amp;amp; prolly not take bo lo baos for the next few centuries before i start my bo lo bao craze again, &amp; mind you, it's bo lo bao with char siews filling. whoever that talks to me about bo lo baos in the next hour will fucking get stuffed with 69 walking baos in his sleep man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;record: 7 bo lo baos in a day. YUCKS. 13 bo lo baos in 2 days. PUI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aight, nuff bout the random talk, i miss my ballie in fred perry's. SO ADORABLE &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH and please look at my hair, COS it's goneeeeeeeeeeeeee ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now it's just this fucking kiddo thing somewhat alike to the helmet hair i spotted like 5 mnths ago. but this is gu niang helmet. damnnnn jialat ah. &amp;amp; of cos MAX the lao ah pek already got so used to calling "kiddo". THANKS. wait till i'm legal and have my bangs again. i'll throw my FUCKING LEGAL ic at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/weekendloveeeee%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115459529792083570?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115459529792083570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115459529792083570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115459529792083570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115459529792083570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/08/monroe-labret-daith-verti-tragus.html' title='monroe, labret, daith, verti-tragus.'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115437096140480275</id><published>2006-08-01T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T02:36:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you i blog, awww.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/weekendloveeeee%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Late-night random walks to starbucks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/weekendloveeeee%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this photo's pretty amazing, was uploading and blog-hopping to come back to this page and shock myself with the way i look. OKAY? just yah, i didn't know it was Me? like, u know. not so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/weekendloveeeee%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awww. Boy @ 20 still tom &amp; jerry. how sweet. i can sit in front of the telly all day long to watch tom &amp;amp; jerry repeat &amp; still be able to irritate my lil cuzzies by telling them what's gonna be next ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SADIST&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/weekendloveeeee%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;White bread. YA. SO pink and yellow. So wongs, so bimbo. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/weekendloveeeee%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIPPLE COOKIE! in ah-beng terms. NEHNEH cookie. SOOO asian heh, okay dumbfuck joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/weekendloveeeee%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind rubbing noses with you for the rest of my life, no matter how oily you get. HEH. aww.. AWWFUL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sooo god damned sleepy but refuse to sleep cos i feel fucking vexed with my hair. it's not long/not short. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's crispy &amp; dry YUCKS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's thick, DAMN THICK lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my head's damn heavy but i wanna leave it long.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAIR WOES.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i shall cut my hair tmr, byebye hair. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yawns darius has yet to send me the project final and it's already 3 in the morn. my whole week will be fucking drained. or maybe not, i'll be darn free after wed. projects, assignments, please enddddd quickkkk. such a bitch to handle all the assignments at one go. BITCH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fuck, i'm sorry that my post has no meaning and i'm damn sleepy i wanna sleep now cos the photo refuses to load. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAK LINK, AT ALL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NIGHTNIGHT &amp;amp; LOVELOVE to the one whom i blogged for. yes it's you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115437096140480275?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115437096140480275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115437096140480275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115437096140480275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115437096140480275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-you-i-blog-awww.html' title='for you i blog, awww.'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115390866376697901</id><published>2006-07-26T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:14:22.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys love kawaii nehx worxzxzxzx, horxzxzxz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/weekendloveeeee%20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="335" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/weekendloveeeee%20092.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/weekendloveeeee%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, don't curse the kawaii nehxzxzx worzxzxzxz pic lahhhh. i know y'all secretly like it. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belly the hero decided to sleep in sports bra and fbts yesterday on the floor since belly the hero was perspiring like there was no tomorrow and decided not to dirty the bed &amp;amp; blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what happened to the smart hero?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115390866376697901?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115390866376697901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115390866376697901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115390866376697901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115390866376697901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/07/guys-love-kawaii-nehx-worxzxzxzx.html' title='Guys love kawaii nehx worxzxzxzx, horxzxzxz?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115384973008140663</id><published>2006-07-26T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:48:50.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha bloody ha</title><content type='html'>hello you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the mastermind, culprit, funny fella, everything lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you think i might be fucking around with you, then, u're prolly right! muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, so i guess my life's kinda more in place now, who knew it would be this way. neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head's being a bitch lah, headache and shitnitz. fucken nua now. i'm like perpetually ka neng , cold feet cold hands pale lips the whole damn day (yes today) and it all started yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;it's how long since i cried in my sleep cos i am aware that i'm sick (erm?) like u know feel uncomfy and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thing is b booked out yesterday night, guess i feel a lot better with him ard. (:&lt;br /&gt;my 8th world wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now's sooooo not the time to fall sick cos i wanna partayeeeeeee! and clear the lasts of my projs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: but still, i don't mind being sick as long's he's out. mushyyyyy sehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panadol count till now, 7 panadol extras, 2 more 2 go. soon soon. panadol extras make people feel darn high i swear. the whole day was like walking on clouds apart from the fact that i ka neng lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a clearer note, maybe not so much of a bright note, i think i'm gonna get all my stuff from baby din's place.  not a right place for me to stay. wrong wrong wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup byebye walk-in wardrobe, byebye watermelon nights, byebye twister nights, byebye hellofuckingkitty talks, byebye time for stacy, byebye everything wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how much have i actually screwed my damn life with my own bare hands, (perhaps thick numb skull as well), i think it's a major screw up but still, i never look back on any of them to say i shouldn't have done them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe yes, i shouldn't have done them, but fuck. arh, u shld know what i mean ayeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna recover recover recover. i wanna shop, erm, yessss. have some more things to conquer. DRESSES DRESSES AND MORE DRESSES ((: but sadly, whats new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been so broke. i wonder is it cos of my ear holes. LOU CAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; can i even mention how adorable my b was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pierced his ears last saturday, after much coaxing. so it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago/ longer than that : "b go pierce ur tragus lahhh, niceeeeeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;                                                     "nahhhhh nice but nahhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 mnths ago/ thereabout       :  "pierce lehhhhh pierce lehhh cuteee i like guys with 2 ear holes"&lt;br /&gt;                                                      "huh? don't want lah scared, dunno nice nottttt, aiya cannot lah army, no lah better not. shld i pierce notttt ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months ago, slightly more passionate but aye still never&lt;br /&gt; until last sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bao i wanna pierce my ears, should i?"&lt;br /&gt;"YEA YEA YOU SHLD!!! PIERCE THE ___________ (fill in the blanks) maybe even ur lips and ur brows (&amp; continue to get carried away)"&lt;br /&gt;"huh no lahhhh just pierce my lobes. but aiya dunnnooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we practically walked round and round and round the shop so that the ah pek could decide. and i could tell he was really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha wongs. so reminds me of u and ur indecisiveness. DOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after much coaxing i just dragged him in.&lt;br /&gt;and he was like rather kancheong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll be there to hold ur hands like how u hold mine"&lt;br /&gt;"nono it's different. that was u in the chair last time, i not scared, now i scared"&lt;br /&gt;*** piercer stares at b&lt;br /&gt;"u scared? hahahahahahaha, she has ear holes she isn't scared why are u scared?"&lt;br /&gt;"i dunno i scared....."&lt;br /&gt;"ok so pierce where?"&lt;br /&gt;"lobe"&lt;br /&gt;"left? right?"&lt;br /&gt;"RIGHT! b! u're so gay please do it on the right, but better still! both sides!!"&lt;br /&gt;"don't wanttttt. left lah left lahhhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** walks out of piercing parlour with a smile&lt;br /&gt;"haha nice?"&lt;br /&gt;"okay lo, why? pierce 2 lah. now so typical. chehhh"&lt;br /&gt;"don't want lah, i scared mummy cannot take the shock"&lt;br /&gt;"orhhh.. "&lt;br /&gt;"i need a mirror i wanna see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** b stands in front of mirror admiring his ear hole. (note singular form)&lt;br /&gt;"ahhh lets pierce the 2nd one!"&lt;br /&gt;"really??? COME LETS GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha do thats how mr scared and indecisive got 2 ear holes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he's hell adorable when he keeps looking at the mirror admiring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i'm tired, i'm sleepy. i wanna hug him to bedddd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've finally parted with the ugly past, u're sooo a mistake, u must have realised. u're fucken gross PIGFACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUCKEN FUCKEN GROSS. i despise you. now and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sight of you leaves me sick, the smile of yours is soooo god damned toxic it's trash. it's trash.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha so much for the "finally parted", self-induced angst. HAHAHA. GOOD NIGHT STACY.&lt;br /&gt;THANK U FOR MAKING MY LIFE SO MUCH BETTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115384973008140663?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115384973008140663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115384973008140663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115384973008140663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115384973008140663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/07/ha-ha-bloody-ha.html' title='ha ha bloody ha'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115324378543727464</id><published>2006-07-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:38:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bust you Zit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big fat zit on my cheek &amp; 3 other zits on my nose and forehead. Being a girl is really a bitch when it comes to the time of the month. I tried convering them with my fat ass aviators, but DOH, not big enuff, might as well show it off! haha yes DOH i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea, going for war, it's the green craze ((:&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the unglam b. Aiyo like ah pek like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i know i'm quite mean by putting this up, yes yes invasion of privacy. But heh. GUESS WHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/peektures%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/peektures%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night supper! like one month ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115324378543727464?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115324378543727464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115324378543727464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115324378543727464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115324378543727464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/07/bust-you-zit.html' title='Bust you Zit!'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115319407702880348</id><published>2006-07-18T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T11:41:17.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me where it hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i just wished it didn't hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't if i knew how to put things behind,&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd never know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; somehow i thought i'd never be in such a position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd never cry for you again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it just stopped there &amp; time put an end to all that we had.&lt;br /&gt;I thought i could no longer call you my own.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, who knew it was an obstacle we had to cross together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that it would make us stronger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten2Five – I Will Fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all the things I’ve said&lt;br /&gt;You know all the things that we have done&lt;br /&gt;And things I gave to you&lt;br /&gt;there’s no chance for me to say&lt;br /&gt;How precious you are in my life&lt;br /&gt;And you know that is true&lt;br /&gt;To be with you is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;‘cause with you my life seems brighter&lt;br /&gt;and these are all the things I wanna say, hey&lt;br /&gt;I will fly into your arms&lt;br /&gt;And be with you to the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so far away&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s very hard for me to get my self close to you&lt;br /&gt;You’re the reason why I stay&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one who can not believe&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never end&lt;br /&gt;Is it only in my dream ?&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one who can not see this&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so blind&lt;br /&gt;To be with you is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;‘cause with you my life seems brighter&lt;br /&gt;And these are all the things I wanna say, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've hardly regretted things that i've done, perhaps this time it's one big big regret, bcos loving one would mean to forsake the other. baby i'm sorry, i promise this is gonna be the last time i'm gonna say sorry to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mistake hurting u so bad. i'm sorry, i really am. &amp; thanks for flying back every alternate day just to look at me cry and tell me what i'm worth. that has gotta be the sweetest thing anyone has done for me, anyone in the world.  "the day you'd be my missus." loves. &lt;/span&gt;&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/8116652-115319407702880348?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115319407702880348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115319407702880348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115319407702880348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115319407702880348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/07/tell-me-where-it-hurts.html' title='Tell me where it hurts'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115250463954606736</id><published>2006-07-10T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:53:13.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm still alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_2203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_2203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DOH. please stop questioning my existence. I'm just not blogging, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the reason i'm not? hahahahaha. FUCK the people who come here just to bitch about me, GO ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what's going on in my life? Heh, sure, massive shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to gloat about my life? Sure, i've been happy. You'll never imagine how, and i have no intention to name my blessings, one at a time, i'll prolly take 69 years. Think i'm miserable and fucking sad? i don't think so! So screw you mutherfuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have everything u want and don't have. MUAHAHAHA. I feel mean &amp; good ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love y'all darlings, my baby dolls. You make my world go round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My futbol boys, homies &amp; baby WU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_2206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk that ass!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/hotttt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/hotttt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If u're damn free &amp; 've got nuttn to do? Go watch waiting. Yeap, the movie "waiting"&lt;br /&gt;It's a luffable watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YSL is loveeeeeee, Chanel's love, MIUMIU's love, 1-1 Italy - France is love ; okay the money is loveeeeee fuck the 5-3 shit. My baby Din's love, Yummy food is love, School's love, OKAY MAYBE NOT SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THE SIGHT OF WADS OF CASH. Turns me on! SEXY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doh, &amp; of cos the sweetamon. love? i don't know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you honey bunny! Gon hug u till you drop on the trolley later! Whee can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115250463954606736?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115250463954606736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115250463954606736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115250463954606736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115250463954606736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-im-still-alive.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115044564305148566</id><published>2006-06-16T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:14:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random?</title><content type='html'>it's like 4.10 now &amp; i have like 30 more mins to roll around at home before i start to prep for baby's comms ball later. &amp;amp; holy craps, i decided to iron my dress just now to find out that there's a HOLE in my dress. HOW COOL. but aiya fuck it, it's the last piece alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, i have pretty pretty nails now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWNS, seeya blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115044564305148566?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115044564305148566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115044564305148566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115044564305148566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115044564305148566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/06/random.html' title='random?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115034600165555007</id><published>2006-06-15T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:33:21.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unglam, DAMN unglam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpT12FTqhZ4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpT12FTqhZ4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115034600165555007?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115034600165555007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115034600165555007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115034600165555007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115034600165555007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/06/unglam-damn-unglam.html' title='unglam, DAMN unglam'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115026645000657868</id><published>2006-06-14T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:27:30.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile for me</title><content type='html'>&amp; so i'm done with putting up the photos, haha i simply suka suka choose some and chup them together and that was what u got. MUAHAHAHAHA. OH WELLS. lack of captions and what nots, aiya. FORGET IT LAH huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the last 2 days working, WORKING like a DOG man. totally need to mend the hole in ma pocket. &amp;amp; of cos to sum up more money for rainy days, actually, shopping days ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, so many many many many things to think about, I WANNA RUN AWAYYYYY &amp; HIDE UNDER MY BLANKIEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_1907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, a bouquet of roses to brighten your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; HOPE THE SMILES LAST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115026645000657868?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115026645000657868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115026645000657868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115026645000657868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115026645000657868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/06/smile-for-me.html' title='smile for me'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115026437141738399</id><published>2006-06-14T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:52:51.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha guess what?</title><content type='html'>i nearly finished uploading ALL my genting pics inside &amp; smartie me got too engrossed in loading that i forget to save at a later stage. SOOOOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i fucking didn't know what i pressed and WALA! IT'S GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUTHAFUCKER BLOGGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, but i promised lil din to post all my fotos up soooo, i shall picasa everything together &amp;amp; i don't really care if it's too small anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115026437141738399?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115026437141738399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115026437141738399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115026437141738399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115026437141738399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha-guess-what.html' title='haha guess what?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-115025985711032768</id><published>2006-06-14T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:20:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting with Wongs &amp; Family, erm Wongs &amp; My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_1999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_1993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_1992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_1989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_1988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_1987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_1986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_1985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-115025985711032768?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/115025985711032768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=115025985711032768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115025985711032768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/115025985711032768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/06/genting-with-wongs-family-erm-wongs-my.html' title='Genting with Wongs &amp; Family, erm Wongs &amp; My Family'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114991484578062497</id><published>2006-06-10T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:47:26.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy           i love lizard (((:</title><content type='html'>yay, done with those eeky-weeky exams (: now it's full-fledged nua/latenightsout/shop . . . HAHA yes u know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg, &amp; of all the time to be down with a flu and bloody sorethroat. PLUS back-ache, it has gotta be now. but muahaha i ain't gonna be downDOWN. upuPUpUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course what's better than to spend yesterday SHOPPING! lols, damn, i'm back with a vengence &amp; please don't try to guess how much i've spent. it's haha, MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup, towned the town with nessa &amp;amp; jer yesterday &amp; muahaha i saw lizard boy, but the thing is. AIYA rather disappointed. i thought BETTER like, AIYA hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;two guns, two guns, two guns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gucci's on saleeeeeeeeeeee! ((: buttttt, i'm damn broke, i think i shall start collecting my debts really really REALLY soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at about 11 plus, changed and went home (MY HOME) to meet darius, jon, linus, cluny, chiak &amp;amp; ed. it's funny how they always reach home (MY HOME) before i actually do.&lt;br /&gt;so we're supposed to watch soccer, BUT erm hahaha i don't think i watched much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was more of a twister-beer-beer-beer-beefkwayteow-idiotic-jerking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i found out something, i totally love doing brainless activities like this. hahaha. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sort of started falling asleep when they decided to bake cluny's undies. FUCKERS LA YOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps, i'm late alr, gotta go out. haha &amp; SO SHE ABRUPTLY ENDED. muahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaha! Fuck so did she cum notttt notttt?!?!?!  (haha:private joke btwn me &amp; jon, &amp;amp; NO CLUNY you will never know WHO that was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay a pic from Genting, i shall continue later. i'm fucking screwed. COS I'M LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/gentingplusrandom%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/gentingplusrandom%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114991484578062497?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114991484578062497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114991484578062497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114991484578062497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114991484578062497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-happy-i-love-lizard.html' title='happy happy           i love lizard (((:'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114966357968065717</id><published>2006-06-07T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T15:39:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to go WHEE!</title><content type='html'>Just some photos taken quite a while back(few sundays back, err mother's day? yups) , but yet to upload to the comp yup so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/gentingplusrandom%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/gentingplusrandom%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the cannot-really-wake-up syndrome, explains the smalley eyes (: on our way to tung lok for dim sum! ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/gentingplusrandom%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at b's place, waiting for him to book in, urgh, i always hate sunday evenings, when the time comes for him to book in, WAH LAU. It's darn painful. BUT MUAHAHA baby's gonna commision this sat (: more time to see him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/gentingplusrandom%20015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY (: 2 more days till i become a happier girl. 2 more papers to go, financial mgt and cost managerial acc, but stacy tan's already in a holiday mood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOWWWWWW? i also don't know &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh actually my purpose of blogging:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Livin La Vita Loca!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;at Cocolatte with us on 21stJune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;remember Threesome on 12th may?? it was a smashing event!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yes! except this time with morebabes, less time wasted outside, and no dammnedfloods. wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Party: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Livin La Vita LocaDate: 21st June 06 (wed) before the hols end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Doors open at: 9pm till the-bouncers-throw-us- out at: Cocolatte The Gallery Hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;presale at: 14 (girls) 16 (guys) !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dj spins: RnB/ hip hop/ reggae&lt;br /&gt;***underaged approved AGAIN! specially requested for u! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;with all problems solved, why hesitate?? just before school starts again! you wouldnt wanna spend your last week of holidays bumming at home???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;its a dammn wednesday night! where all the ladies are at! so get your booty outta ur house and into the club!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;***DRINK DEALS OF COURSE!!1-for-1 from 11-midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THAT'S NOT ALL! after 1am housepour jugs going at $22 each!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bottles open 2 at a cheap price of $238AND.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tequila shots a 5 bucks!!! all night long!! Half a dozen only 30! CHEEP CHEEP OKAYSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so must come aiight! call me at 97778239 to place orders for ticks (: or alternatively tag in here. (: i'll be there so JOIN ME BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's ash's party so (((: must comeeee don't careee wheee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/gentingplusrandom%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of course it's gonna end with my baby's photo, (: see i'm sucha darling lah MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *sniggers*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SMUACKS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;damn, can't wait for my exams to be over then it would be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;shop&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;club&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;late-nights-out&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;supper&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hkcaf&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sleepovers at din's&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;MORE SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;with ma shopping bitches&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WU&lt;/span&gt;/&amp;amp; all the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;fun fun fun&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;of cos heh MORE of my b&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to buy pretty clothes, bags, shoes, OMG 2 more days at home, 2 more weeks outta the house. (((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wanna have more time for my darlings too. i'm like detached from the world. NOW. 2 more days before i have my WINGS againnnnnn wheepie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm like mass-saicoing myself now lah. OMG, sad state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114966357968065717?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114966357968065717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114966357968065717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114966357968065717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114966357968065717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/06/2-more-days-to-go-whee.html' title='2 more days to go WHEE!'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114916316295736463</id><published>2006-06-01T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:59:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>latenight suppers, morning hellos</title><content type='html'>late night supper with my darlings last night (: feels good again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to think that i felt that he was avoiding me &amp; vice versa, HOW STUPID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, felt really right to just be back to my no screw up life again (: woahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but exams like in a few hours less that 48 hours away, &amp; MUAHAHAHA i still don't know whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically feeling tired 247, u know that kind of "urgh i don't feel like doing anything cos i'm really dog tired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could easily sleep for the whole day, &amp; it's exactly what i was doing for the past, urm few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckkkk high time i hit my books. I TRY AS I MIGHT, &amp; damn!? i have not edited my project that is due tmr. tsk alright, i shall stop blogging for a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE BACK AFTER the 10th of June, then i'll blog about genting, and everything else ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes yes do something about my awfully pink and black blog LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want go gai gai...........................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MORNING HELLOS! oh &amp;amp; i'll be moving out after the 10th! WOOHOO! WHEEEPIEEEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114916316295736463?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114916316295736463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114916316295736463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114916316295736463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114916316295736463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/06/latenight-suppers-morning-hellos.html' title='latenight suppers, morning hellos'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114900641583405251</id><published>2006-05-31T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:26:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the right tactics to turn you on</title><content type='html'>back from genting (: tired as dog. DAMN FUCKING SEH. exams coming, school starting, GREAT SINGAPORE SALE LEHH. OK SHUT UP STACY SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hiong mannnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;i need MONEY. i need more brains. i need SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY i need u BAOBAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114900641583405251?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114900641583405251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114900641583405251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114900641583405251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114900641583405251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-got-right-tactics-to-turn-you-on.html' title='I&apos;ve got the right tactics to turn you on'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114830064579747594</id><published>2006-05-22T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:24:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm only happy belly</title><content type='html'>i think all of you are rather sick of coming to this page only to be greeted by the similar entry (:&lt;br /&gt;i've entered the "create a post" page for about 3 times but i've yet to come up with anything worth writing, or more possibly, whenever i want to piece my thoughts into words, i just don't know what to say. &amp; this has been the way for the past few weeks, i've realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just flopping around like a pile of restless bones &amp; fats. haha? not funny lah my joke. no sense of humour nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i was who i was, in fact, i'm quite afraid to grow up. The older i get, the more "what if"s  i have. To me the more "what if"s i had would just mean that i hold back too much/i didn't really think when doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY I JUST LIVED LIKE BEFORE. DAMN I WOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like whenever i stop to look back if i have ________________ (fill in the blanks), the people around me will question me "since when u care about ____________".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i start to wonder: "yah ah, why i care so much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then i think further and wonder if i'm a changed person, i would prefer to think that i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY BELLY. very difficult? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to love and dislike (read:not hate) like how i used to. beating ard the bush is just pure tiring. it's retarded. it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to whoever that has been email-ing me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL YOU JUST STOP? IT'S DARN ANNOYING. I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE &amp;amp; I DON'T KNOW YOUR INTENTIONS. NO ONE'S HERE IS NEEDY FOR YOUR ADVICES AND FUCK OFF. SCREW YOU. &amp; WHETHER MY BOYFRIEND IS STRAIGHT OR NOT HAS NOTHING GOT TO DO WITH YOU. DAMN? SCREW YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming, feeling the pressure, study date! STUDY DATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A BRIGHTER NOTE, / perhaps not so bright since i am short of cash, it's the &lt;strong&gt;GREAT SINGAPORE SALE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how to study and shop?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MOOD SIAL, it's the time of the month. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i only wanna roll in bed. WITH MY BABY. ): but i'm gonna miss him for 13 more days. ARGH. hurry hurryyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114830064579747594?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114830064579747594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114830064579747594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114830064579747594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114830064579747594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-only-happy-belly_22.html' title='i&apos;m only happy belly'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114830064756767917</id><published>2006-05-22T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:24:07.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm only happy belly</title><content type='html'>i think all of you are rather sick of coming to this page only to be greeted by the similar entry (:&lt;br /&gt;i've entered the "create a post" page for about 3 times but i've yet to come up with anything worth writing, or more possibly, whenever i want to piece my thoughts into words, i just don't know what to say. &amp; this has been the way for the past few weeks, i've realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just flopping around like a pile of restless bones &amp; fats. haha? not funny lah my joke. no sense of humour nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i was who i was, in fact, i'm quite afraid to grow up. The older i get, the more "what if"s  i have. To me the more "what if"s i had would just mean that i hold back too much/i didn't really think when doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY I JUST LIVED LIKE BEFORE. DAMN I WOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like whenever i stop to look back if i have ________________ (fill in the blanks), the people around me will question me "since when u care about ____________".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i start to wonder: "yah ah, why i care so much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then i think further and wonder if i'm a changed person, i would prefer to think that i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY BELLY. very difficult? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to love and dislike (read:not hate) like how i used to. beating ard the bush is just pure tiring. it's retarded. it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to whoever that has been email-ing me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL YOU JUST STOP? IT'S DARN ANNOYING. I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE &amp;amp; I DON'T KNOW YOUR INTENTIONS. NO ONE'S HERE IS NEEDY FOR YOUR ADVICES AND FUCK OFF. SCREW YOU. &amp; WHETHER MY BOYFRIEND IS STRAIGHT OR NOT HAS NOTHING GOT TO DO WITH YOU. DAMN? SCREW YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming, feeling the pressure, study date! STUDY DATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A BRIGHTER NOTE, / perhaps not so bright since i am short of cash, it's the &lt;strong&gt;GREAT SINGAPORE SALE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how to study and shop?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MOOD SIAL, it's the time of the month. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i only wanna roll in bed. WITH MY BABY. ): but i'm gonna miss him for 13 more days. ARGH. hurry hurryyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114830064756767917?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114830064756767917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114830064756767917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114830064756767917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114830064756767917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-only-happy-belly_114830064756767917.html' title='i&apos;m only happy belly'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114751528263088146</id><published>2006-05-13T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:14:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me some lovin'</title><content type='html'>(: i'm finally awake-awake not like half awake or smth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yupyup, it's been a week of ups and downs, like TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad there're more ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of cos seeing wongs for 4 consequtive days. haha BEAT THAT.&lt;br /&gt;so i would say ash's happily 18 now. FINALLY (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while all of us are still sadly urm 7teen. soon soon SOON!&lt;br /&gt;so yup all's worth it for the surprise party yesterday, although like half the thing kinda got exposed. MUAHAHAHAHA. but aye, mai hiam lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup was at ash's till quite late then went over to lio's place &amp;amp; reached like 1? it's amazing lah, i practically went there to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;zZzzZZzzzzzzZzzZzzz.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yesterday was at cocco with the girls, haha guest list but URM, not so ZAI, still must queue lols. but WAH packed like some pang sai man. so of cos us being US we went to eat lah. heh walk one big fat round den ate @ dbl 0 there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den only went back at 1 to see dharni perform, but still, us being US, we missed it, and chose to believe we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yups lesser people, but thing is u turn left turn right all from tk! like WAH, a bit sian ah. haha cue song:my humps my humps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half the time we're outside cos siaming the crowd, eating, wong's giddy head, toilet, find ash cannot find. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still it was mighty fine bitching abt everything under the sun, BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe moon lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ha can u imagine clubbing with your mum?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah i think it's damn cool can. mama goh rocks balls i tell ya. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup bak kut teh-ed &amp;amp; went home &amp; guess what, din's cooked bak kut teh at home.&lt;br /&gt;aye................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pictures from last urm, friday? yup buffet at swissotel. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/cplpics%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ROCKER SIALLLLLLL. lols&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/cplpics%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;impulsive heartagram &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/cplpics%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of cos love who? heh. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114751528263088146?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114751528263088146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114751528263088146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114751528263088146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114751528263088146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/05/give-me-some-lovin.html' title='give me some lovin&apos;'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114742515065561274</id><published>2006-05-12T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:12:30.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to ashley goh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; lionel loh (wah rhymes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;                        &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 3 years to baby :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;how happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;don't know lah. damn tired only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114742515065561274?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114742515065561274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114742515065561274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114742515065561274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114742515065561274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy.html' title='happy?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114551092540469765</id><published>2006-04-20T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:28:45.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even if the sky was to crash down on me</title><content type='html'>dont think i'll be blogging too much for the few weeks ahead &amp; don't think i'll be in front of the computer too much to talk/rant/bitch/blog/upload photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll only make me think about the things i don't want to think &amp; cry the tears i never want to shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poly's starting officially next week so i'll have less time to worry, hopefully &amp; of course don't worry my dears (just in case u've been worrying about where i've disappeared to with all the unreplied smses &amp;amp; emails).&lt;br /&gt;i won't say i'm fine, i'm just trying to put in my 100% to make things bearable; then better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din isn't around, chiak &amp; ling busy with school. cluny's trying to prepare to be get wedded. my sanity revival kit just doesn't hold this time. but still, don't worry too much lah, the kid's growing. please give me time to prove myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos my baby WU still stands strong like there's no tomorrow. haven't told them what exactly happened, it's too painful to even think about. but i will, sooner or later. for now just bear with my not-so-stable-cry-a-lot state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if weren't for baby's family i wouldn't have the courage to love &amp; hold everything together for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; korkor &amp;amp; yen &amp; the little one, i still believe that a happy family does exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if this post is uninteresting to the max, it isn't supposed to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i am so not articulate to begin with, now. i'm not capable making any funny jokes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;my mind's just a flurry, my heart's knots &amp; pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, &amp;amp; the tears start coming back to me again. i love u darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114551092540469765?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114551092540469765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114551092540469765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114551092540469765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114551092540469765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/even-if-sky-was-to-crash-down-on-me.html' title='even if the sky was to crash down on me'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114516945210297225</id><published>2006-04-16T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T14:37:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can only be stronger.</title><content type='html'>i see the world around me just so fucking disgusting &amp; shallow. &amp;amp; i feel ashamed to be once so dim &amp; gross. of course it took be 2 fucking long years/ 17 years till now to grow out of it &amp;amp; to realise how poorly it reflects upon oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how everyone thinks dirty dancing is the "thing" to do now, it's cool, it's sensual, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; y'all just classify it as pure fun dancing? u think so? i don't think so. i think if the reason you go to clubs is just to hook up with another and feel each other up, thinking there's nothing wrong with it, then maybe you just don't have a mind of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm really sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't know you, &amp; you don't mean a thing to me, it's ok, you can go on dirty dancing all your life. however, if u mean the world to (                    ) , please see that it's disgusting to tell someone&lt;br /&gt;you love him/her &amp; go around fucking other people up in the name of pure fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i may not be a professional dancer or anything near to a dancer but at least i know that dancing is nothing about humping and sticking ur dicks &amp; asses &amp;amp; boobs around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm sure dancing is ONLY about the connection, the passion. correct me if i'm wrong, ash, din, ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, it's very very lowdown to get pissed drunk &amp; do stupid stuff in clubs. &amp;amp; whats worse? to pretend u're drunk &amp; try to do really pathetic things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female instints; it's so god-damn strong that if your guy is starting to cheat on you, you immediately feel it. yes? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then again, if you know/feel that he's cheating on you, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;do you? :&lt;br /&gt;1) pretend that you know nothing? cos u're afraid of not knowing what to do without him?&lt;br /&gt;2) try to make sure he doesn't do that again &amp; still trust him wholeheartedly?&lt;br /&gt;3) tell him about it &amp;amp; make things all right together?&lt;br /&gt;4) or maybe just declare that it's really over and close the chapter of your life, in search of someone better, someone more deserving, &amp; whatever that happens to him is no longer your concern cos (           )?&lt;br /&gt;5) cheat on him too? i think this is one fucked assed solution, if you're thinking of it, i prolly don't think u're any way close to me.&lt;br /&gt;6) or?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it was me, i will choose to tell him about it, talk about it, &amp; work things out together. it may be damn rough, but if he means the a lot, tell me it's not worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that the meaning of love is lost so many times in so many relationships. to me, if u're not ready to give your hand to that person &amp; go through the ups and downs with him/her , den don't say that you love (             ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may say i'm only 17 &amp; don't know how to love.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure at this point in time, i have identified the few people in my life that i want to love, i will not forsake them in times of grey. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stronger with every step i take, &amp; with every single person that tries to put me down, i thank you all for giving me the challenge i need to transform into positive energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's a blessing to be less vulnerable with time, because sometimes when it's only right that i feel hurt when someone "wrongs" me, but instead of, erm ok lemme put it in another way.&lt;br /&gt;(  ) did something to hurt me &amp; feels nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;however (  ) lied about it when questioned&lt;br /&gt;deep down i already knew what exactly happened.&lt;br /&gt;however i still want to give (    ) the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;it's only normal that i feel hurt. i am, very. but such a pain is incomparable to the pain i felt when i lost teddy cos this time roundi know that even though i cannot undo it but i can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;so (   ) is guilt ridden &amp; owes me the apologies. but it's not the case.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sure of my feelings that i'm the one holding everything together &amp; making sure that everything isn't at its worse stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am surprised that i could actually bring myself together, fighting all that pain &amp; try to make (   ) feel better.&lt;br /&gt;the tears i cry only mean the strength i've gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i've said for so many times, i never let anyone put me down, i'm much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats how i got through all my rough patches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the couples who are in love/ contemplating to break up to try a kind of new lifestyle (the kind u're free to date around &amp; fuck around(?)) / having too much problems / planning to get married soon/ planning to have a kid soon : if you don't plan to give your other half 100%, then save everything.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps soul search &amp; ask yourself what can you give him/her, &amp;amp; why do you want to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those people who go around fucking other couples' lives around, thinking it's chic to do so? fuck you. FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;you're really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe u want to say that u're just giving them a test of their love. ha ha bloody ha. motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; like how i'm interested to see how people want to fuck my life around, good luck to you, i think i'm unbeatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; like how the song goes "god gave me style god gave me grace, go puts a smile on my face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe "i will survive" to change this mood a little. too heavy in the front huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114516945210297225?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114516945210297225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114516945210297225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114516945210297225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114516945210297225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-can-only-be-stronger.html' title='i can only be stronger.'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114495511543832235</id><published>2006-04-14T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T03:05:15.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you want old school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/15631434552298l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/15631434552298l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get old school BABY!&lt;br /&gt;haha can find stacy not! with the cheesy pose &amp; all. cheesy sehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo eh, tonight damn emo. how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114495511543832235?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114495511543832235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114495511543832235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114495511543832235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114495511543832235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-want-old-school.html' title='you want old school?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114495414948694539</id><published>2006-04-14T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T02:49:11.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will everything be the same?</title><content type='html'>&amp; din is moving out, his house will be ready in no time.&lt;br /&gt;i mean keep those promises/assurance/blanks? like "we'll meet, we will", "i will come back?", "don't worry", "everything's gonna be the same", "you won't feel the difference".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos we can never be under one roof unless i get married to him la doh.&lt;br /&gt;but ya i'm quite bad at all these moving out things. i mean it has been a few months &amp; i'm so fucking used to it. it's like living in a handsfree society. &amp;amp; it's good cos i can share my madness with a household of not so sane ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean of cos we haven't reach to a "final destination"/ final decision as to whose house who? or anything like that but i mean he has a house, why does he need to stay here RIGHT? right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean wouldn't it be better like mon,tue, thur-siglap, wed, fri,sun bukit timah, den the rest free expression? well just a thought, but that'll be wasting 2 houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya dunno. i always think that i can take changes, but everytime the thought of it scares my ass away. i shall be strong, i shall be faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidetrack: god gave me style, god's gave me grace, god's put a smile :) on my face, OK takde link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i'm still young, i'm only 17. i have got lots to learn. REALLY. i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder about this, wonder about that.&lt;br /&gt;dream about everything under the sun, &amp; the moon &amp;amp; the stars &amp; your nose!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i make impossible dreams, or so as i think they are, but i overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;i want to overcome all the impossibilities &amp;amp; make them possible. i don't just want. you watch me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't yearn to be a great person, neither do i want to make world revolutionaries.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to impact; i don't need to impact on social issues that people remember me for even after i've died.&lt;br /&gt;i just want my life to be fulfilling, i just want to play a part in my friends &amp; (everyone that means to be) lives.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought of making them do things for me.&lt;br /&gt;i just hoped that if they ever needed help, or they ever need someone to share their sorrows &amp;amp; joy, i'll come to their mind.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need a lot of friends. i just need those whom i can say "nabei, u damn fucked lo, just like me, we same same"&lt;br /&gt;i never want to say i try, i will say "i'll do it".&lt;br /&gt;i never want to like someone "err", i only like someone wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are all long &amp; short, ok different length, but they all mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;if i have 10 good friends, i have 10 sets of connections.&lt;br /&gt;i have a guardian angel by my back to keep me safe &amp; i know i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;i won't look back on my life &amp; say that i should have never, neither would i say what if.&lt;br /&gt;i just pick up from wherever i've left out &amp;amp; continue.&lt;br /&gt;i don't tell people that i never, i only say that i will.&lt;br /&gt;if i have 10 talents, then i'm only sure of 2. i have 8 more to uncover &amp; maybe u can help me.&lt;br /&gt;if you say i'm sincere, u must be very close to me.&lt;br /&gt;if u like me for who i am, it's because i like u too.&lt;br /&gt;it's because i show u everything i have. my jelly belly, my donut, my conveyor belt &amp;amp; my mess.&lt;br /&gt;if you have seen the ugly side of me, &amp; u're still my friend, i won't bother to judge u anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you cannot ask me not to judge u upon first impresssions cos u judge me too.&amp;amp; feel free to.&lt;br /&gt;i never mind being a clown as long as i want to see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;i never mind walking with you till it's really dark just because i cannot get enough of u.&lt;br /&gt;i am Stacy, did u think that you knew me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i picture quite a few smiles in my head with the "YAH LAH DOH!" answer&lt;br /&gt;if you think it's you den i think it's you. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. i won't wake up late tmr. YAY. i love WU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114495414948694539?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114495414948694539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114495414948694539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114495414948694539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114495414948694539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/will-everything-be-same.html' title='will everything be the same?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114490577312993470</id><published>2006-04-13T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:22:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earrings for sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/earrings%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/earrings%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/earrings%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/earrings%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 pairs :)&lt;br /&gt; tag to tell me if u want it k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114490577312993470?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114490577312993470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114490577312993470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114490577312993470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114490577312993470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/earrings-for-sale.html' title='Earrings for sale!'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114464609161716978</id><published>2006-04-10T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:48:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if it's loving that you need</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;If it's loving that you want&lt;br /&gt;Then you should make me your girl, your girl&lt;br /&gt;If it's loving that you need&lt;br /&gt;Then baby come and share my world, share my world&lt;br /&gt;If it's loving that you want&lt;br /&gt;Then come and take a walk with me, with me&lt;br /&gt;If it's loving that you need&lt;br /&gt;I got it right here baby, baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They say absence make the heart grow fonder, i say absence gives me the space to know whether we're still in love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So of course, the 3 weeks he was in Taiwan, i had my time to think of all the possibilities (as well as the impossibilities). &amp; of course, i wouldn't be any stronger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our relationship may have changed a lot since this Jan 2006, it nearly went to a halt. Or i should say it DID. &amp;amp; we are cannot be how we were before. previously in our lives we could only see each other. YES &amp; i guess that was really pathetic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now i get it. I get that in a relationship, no matter how fucking loving, how much u WANT to spend max time together, u HAVE to have your own social life, apart from your significant other, that is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; i took 2 years plus to get all these straight. hahaha clap lah! slow lah i know. BUT yes. Im learning right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So of cos from now on, Imma treasure this relationship. haha TAKE THAT okay! hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 Years plus, i think it's been a rough rough journey, but i love the "ups-&amp;-downs". Ok i gotta say so lah. If don't have down, where do u get to see the up, RIGHT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i still won't say my relationship is perfect &amp;amp; oh so fucking loving, haha it isn't. it's erm i would say improving lah. after all that i've done wrong, i don't expect everything to come back so easily. indeed. in fact i couldn't even hope for anything to come back. now that it has, i should be happy enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He still tells me "it's prolly me(him), still not to ready to commit wholeheartedly". it sounds quite sian lah, but it's alright, i'll take anything that he gives at any pace he wants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being in a relationship, why do people go into relationships, why do I go into a relationship. My mum asked me just the other day. Cos her clients &amp; friends do ask her if i'm "still with the same guy".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; mum replied them with "yes, isn't it supposed to be so?", they ask how long. so actually if u did a mental calculation, i got together with baby when i was 14. hahaha. &amp; obviously mum was DAMN oblivious lah until that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To me when u THINK u find the right one, go ahead &amp;amp; get into the relationship with him. ok it doesn't work out. den move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continue dating. &amp; u date, date, date. then u think u find the RIGHT one again. go into the relationship &amp;amp; try try try. see can anot. if cannot then the cycle just repeats itself. RIGHT? right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people date &amp; go into relationships in search of the right one. the RIGHT one to grow old with &amp;amp; hopefully have kids. but nowadays, do couples see each other &amp; make sure they have white hair on their heads? Not many. i think people see the divorce papers more often than their partners' wrinkles &amp;amp; old age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still very much want to get married at the age of 23. &amp; have my 1st kid at the age of 24. i want to look like my kid's sis lah. hahaha. so if nothing goes wrong. that'll be 6 years later. haha i shall talk about all these marrying issues next time perhaps. for now just gonna flood your screen with my photos MUAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha, sickeningly sweet? no lo. i think not sweet one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;esp when we talk, totally no connection one! like on the bus, he always sits the window seat &amp; leaves me on the outside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He likes the window seat &amp;amp; I don't. &amp; after seeing the so many many couples on buses, i found that the girl ALWAYS sits inside. HOW COME AH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So of cos i said this to him "eh b, u notice that we're different from the other couples hor. how come the girl always sits inside, then the guy sit outside one". &amp;amp; i thought he will answer me with "ya lo! we're different! we're special. hehehehe". u know lah that kind of sweet answers. but I TELL U! he replied me with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ya lo! i also dunno why! I like to sit window seat! CAN SEE OUTSIDE! why the other guys don't like to see outside one ah? see! i like to sit window seat so i go in 1st. CORRECT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg. hai hao yi shi jiang. haha den of cos me THE DAMN SHOCKED one was speechless &amp; i just luff &amp;amp; HMPH him. "oh my god. THATS ABOUT IT! HMPH! i'm not talking to u, u IDIOT!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;den he said "no lah i joking one" but of cos knowing him, he was not. he really meant it. so u tell me SWEET ANOT LAH? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the past people used to comment that i was the "guy" of the relationship &amp; he was the "girl". haha to me i think our relationship is more like a homo one sial. no guy no girl. just 2 ah siao together. oh wells. just not the ordinary sweet &amp;amp; loving type lah. haha. NOW WHO SAID WE WOULDN'T GO PASS 3 MONTHS. HUH? HUH? HUH!? muahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of wells. but of cos my nanny isn't in sg now!!! :( damn lonely lahhhh. LONELY MONSTER. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh &amp; ling just told me that her classmate said that i look v special. haha dunno compliment or not. den that day i met him &amp;amp; i don't know what we were talking about then i said "i HOT RIGHT!" &amp; guess what that stupid DIN replied. "yah hot hot." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me *damn smug* "muahaha hot &amp;amp; spicy." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cluny "yah hot and chubby"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wah lauuuuuu! hot &amp; chubby where got go together. like hot &amp;amp; fat where got together one! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; of cos that classmate luffed until he could die on the spot. MEAN SHIT. so ling asked him later if he would date someone like me. he said, possible, possible. but i think i dare not bring her out, she very loud. haha, but CUTE lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUTE OKAY. hahaha. but after saying dare not bring me out, den say cute. GOT USE AH. &amp;amp; to that CLASSMATE. i know u're reading my blog. I KNOW. u better not step on my tail again. or i'll burn ur house. &amp; of cos, why would i need u to date me HARHARHARF. u NOT VERY GOOD LOOKING WHAT. oh i mean (not very good looking/rich/gentleman/FILTHY RICH what) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; can't u see that if you don't dare to bring me out got OTHER pple dare. haha. &amp; want. OH OF COS. hahaha me &amp;amp; my ego boosting. muahaha. maybe got some other secret admirer also sial! uh uh sial! hahaha. ok BULLSHIT. anyways i was just joking lah classmate. don't scared, i don't want to burn ur house. i so nice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha of cos if u're my secret admirer u can msg me and tell me at 90934167. or maybe 97778239. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or u want to give me money u can transfer to my account also lah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh this post is going no where. it's just a lot of photos &amp;amp; a lot of bullshit. hahaha. oh wells lovelovelove! i'm going to be dismissed from school soon! can pack up alr, left 10 mins. MUAHAHAHAHA. yah btw i'm in music history tutorial now. or rather for the past hours. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114464609161716978?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114464609161716978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114464609161716978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114464609161716978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114464609161716978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-its-loving-that-you-need.html' title='if it&apos;s loving that you need'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114460141114932935</id><published>2006-04-09T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:49:42.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiseh, U LOVE WHO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/IMG_0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha AI SHUI NE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AI WO LAH! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smuacks &amp; huggles for the OH DAMN CUTE one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; oh, to those who're waiting for us to break up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to those who're waiting for him to break up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; to find a new girl thereafter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha I LOVE U ALL LAH. TAK LINK! hahaha just want to irritate YOU;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the mean one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we'll break up one day, one REALLY fine day. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some say soon after 3 years (eg, miss zheng, my secret partner), some say few mnths more.well. i also don't know. but as long as i'm loving the pigasaur, i think, GOOD ENOUGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my heart will go on, EH EH! UH UH SIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;oh anyways. these pictures were taken like 3 weeks ago at sentosa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114460141114932935?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114460141114932935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114460141114932935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114460141114932935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114460141114932935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/aiseh-u-love-who.html' title='aiseh, U LOVE WHO?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114447550273790842</id><published>2006-04-08T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:51:42.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha pardon the WAH-SO-MANY-SELF-SHOTS!-SIAO-AH!, my frens. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; for those i don't really know,  if you don't really like my face. then i think it's quite too bad, cos. ERM. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;YAH. MY BLOG WHAT :) OK LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways lets start from thurs. went to sch then had lunch with prof chang &amp; his wifey. :) eat like some siao lang! so many dishes &amp;amp; still order coconut bird's nest. RICH pple jiu shi RICH pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells den went to town to meet the bird who just cut his hair, &amp; as usual, 30 bucks for no difference. AYE RICH PPLE AH RICH PPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; me, ok being the blur cock, thought that lio's birthday was on tues, happily told jer.&lt;br /&gt;"eh eh, i know who u buying present for! LIONEL RIGHT!"&lt;br /&gt;"huh? still got ONE MONTH LEH!"&lt;br /&gt;"HUH NO! this tues!!!! HORHOR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"no lo is one more month, it's May"&lt;br /&gt;"no lo he tell me tues"&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to call lio. or i decided to lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah it's really next month! &amp; he never bother to correct me that day! wah lau! one whole month in advance, kancheong simi!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; before that i went to the wrong coffee club at taka lah, so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways went to shop for birthday presents, so i decided to get a top shop voucher for huijun instead of stuff lah. cos later buy wrong den must change, mahfan right! better give voucher, cos can spend. :) den buy stuff u like. it beats getting cock stuff 100 times lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST IN CASE U ARE WONDERING WHAT TO GET ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEE AH, U JUST GO TAKE AN ANG BAO, any kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO TO UR WALLET, see blue note, like 50 bucks? or dirty green, or brown. ah ya, don't waste time go shop for me stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just take that blue note/WHATEVER that big denomination note out, put in the red packet, write ur name behind &amp; give it to me on my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"NAH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like that, ya like that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'll love you enuff. u can dismiss the thought that you don't have heart AKA BO XIM/ what lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE MONEY, u're just giving me what i love. MOST. hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seee. i think my parents will be so sad to see this. cos they brought me up with the mindset. i remember my mum used to tell me "u give me money lah! den i no back ache alr" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY FACE STACY. oh wells. everyone knows that. not something i'm proud of though. haha, (THEY) say it's superficial. everyone IS THATTTT superficial somehow or other lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets not digress too much.&lt;br /&gt;but i damn lazy talk about thurs, lemme think what's there to add.&lt;br /&gt;OH! went to find that candy ong. OMG give that jerome a big fat shock cos she started flirting with him endlessly. MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyayaaa. nehmind. ok yesterday after work went to town to find huijun &amp; all (tara,elke,mel . . . ya u know, nehmind i know can le) to celebrate huijun's birthday. more like chill out session lah. but i was so used to having angeline's id that i felt so 21, that i didn't bring it out lah. but no one stopped me either lah. aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways it's damn funny lah, talking about sec sch lives. &amp; presently how everyone is doing. happening, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that cabbed to airport to find baby. :), then went to hk cafe with baby, &amp;amp; baby's mummy daddy for supper at like 3 plus. haha funny feeling. like. U KNOW? aiya. damn lazy alr. i'm damn cranky! not enuff sleep! dry throat. aye i want to go out alr. haha sorry for the not so interesting ending ah. MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114447550273790842?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114447550273790842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114447550273790842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114447550273790842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114447550273790842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-hahaha.html' title='Hello? hahaha'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114430277320925829</id><published>2006-04-06T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:52:53.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 17 Cooks Lunch at Ah Ma's Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/myscrumptiouslunch%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/myscrumptiouslunch%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you might wonder if this looks a lot like poisonous black rice, it is however, squid ink fried rice.  I have never tried anything like this till this age of 29, I feel like quite the Bumpkin.  The kid said the Italian Restaurant serves it, but I'm not sure of that, she must be exploiting my ignorance. Nevertheless, it was awesome, and, Of Course the picture doesn't do justice to the yumminess of it.  I love it.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/myscrumptiouslunch%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/myscrumptiouslunch%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunny Side-ups to start my day.  They look quite hopeful, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/myscrumptiouslunch%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/myscrumptiouslunch%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you just knew who whipped all that up.  She's gonna crush my balls if she sees this but it's ok.  I've put on balls caging and I reckon they're safe.  Kidding. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally love a woman who cooks.  I'm off to work! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114430277320925829?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114430277320925829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114430277320925829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114430277320925829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114430277320925829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-17-cooks-lunch-at-ah-mas-place.html' title='My 17 Cooks Lunch at Ah Ma&apos;s Place'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114415924898252341</id><published>2006-04-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T01:32:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on weight lost &amp; results improvement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/picsforblog%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/picsforblog%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cut my flabs. lose all the weight i've gained since sec 2, well&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; HOPEFULLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;need to watch my diet too, on docs orders. it does harm to my blood circulatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;oh wells, but i'm quite proud of myself, now that i drink plain water instead of sodas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;maybe moremorewater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;need to shit more too. i think i'm alien. cos i have the special ability to not shit for 5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;imagine 5 days worth of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;haha, diet plans, won't work. HAPPY BELLY never diets successfully, NEVER EVER. so maybe i shall stop being lazy and move more, erm i mean exercise lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;din told me to try the atkins diet plan, which is to eat only proteins &amp; fibre, erm correct? &amp;amp; not take carbo. but still the cheena pok i am, i can't not take rice! iloveto eat RICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;how sial? or maybe i shall eat meat only for 2 weeks. sounds damn difficult lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;anyways, if my weight lost plans don't work, i still remain as everyone's xiao fei. aka CHUBBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;look at all the people around me, lean&amp;mean! how can i be fat&amp;amp;flabby right! muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;quite scary lah, waist 24,25,26. xs,s size. skinnybeany man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;not that i'm not happt the way i look, i mean ok lah, not like i need to hide in the closet all day long. but there's always room for improvement. i'm not so ambitious as to talk about losing 10kg in a month &amp; become an anorexic shit. OR to have 6 packs &amp;amp; fit into size 24 jeans. i just want to shave away all those love handles. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;haha, &amp; there goes my nanny shaking his head saying "girls &amp;amp; their weight lost programmes", oh wells, some do work what! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;for example, my S1 RARA YAP. lost like all the fats in the world &amp; become some DA MEI NU now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;it's discipline, haha ermmm. i'll try, i'll try. of cos i'm not gonna be obsessed with my weight &amp;amp; yes i'm always HAPPY THE BELLY. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/picsforblog%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/picsforblog%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i wanted to ask u ur gpa how good sial this sem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sing a sad song in a lonely place says:&lt;br /&gt;orh&lt;br /&gt;sing a sad song in a lonely place says:&lt;br /&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;like what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sing a sad song in a lonely place says:&lt;br /&gt;3.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3.7 sucks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;omg. enuff said, i shall study my ass away next sem, i will, i will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;if i sidetrack, please do me a lil favour &amp; tell me to wake up my idea &amp;amp; study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&amp; 3.7 came from who? TAN QING SHENG, the BIG TIME chiongster. wah lau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;study hard, play hard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;that slacker is fucking smart sial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;BRAINS I TELL YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&amp;amp; to all in JC now, study hard OKAYS. as well as those in uni preparing for EGGAMS. study study study! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;loveloveloveeeeee! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh ya, if i manage to cut all my flabs away by my birthday, which is 5 months away. i shall tattoo symmetrical stars on both my hip bones. well or maybe my shoulder blades, or maybe my ankles OR my wrist. don't know lah. haha the ang gong spirit in me is burning i tell you! ANG GONG ANG GONG ANG GONG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; to all who laughed at me for trying to expand my jeans by wearing my shorts inside, :) good try. cos my jeans expanded after i slept in it last night. KUDOS.&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/8116652-114415924898252341?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114415924898252341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114415924898252341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114415924898252341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114415924898252341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-weight-lost-results-improvement.html' title='on weight lost &amp; results improvement'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114407574049259604</id><published>2006-04-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:49:01.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when Stacy falls ill :(</title><content type='html'>when i fall sick, i need/like/want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) baby to hug me&lt;br /&gt;2) baby to bring me to the docs, the only way i'll go to the docs&lt;br /&gt;3) baby to feel my forehead to check if my fever has subsided&lt;br /&gt;4) cook for me &amp; feed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he always does that for me. but now he's in army, worse still Taiwan! HOW!&lt;br /&gt;okay, anyways i'm not ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have sore eyes, thats all :)&lt;br /&gt;i was just quoting an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished eating dinner *rubs belly*&lt;br /&gt;yummy-rummy-mummy!&lt;br /&gt;had pork balls porridge, sliced-fish salad ( or what i affectionately call sashimi, erm chinese sashimi) as well as rojak.&lt;br /&gt;*thumbs up! up up UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) how i love dinner from lagoon/laguna, erm ya lah that east coast place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, chiak told me he would be picking din up from the airport &amp; i need not go down since i'm down with my sore eyes. so yup, they're on their way back now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! my nanny is back!&lt;br /&gt;this week's gonna be rest week for me.&lt;br /&gt;mon, which is today is slack day, well i just rolled around at home today, watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's gonna be another slack day, hopefully i'll pack my overflowing wardobe.&lt;br /&gt;make space for MORE MORE clothes.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps make some accessories? haha i don't know. erm, spend some time bitching with din, well if he doesn't have to work tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i'll work on wed.&lt;br /&gt;thurs's gonna be exercise day! maybe some swimming/tanning/cycling///&lt;br /&gt;that's if i get my lazy ass moving.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps go clubbing on thurs night.&lt;br /&gt;then fri gonna roll ard at home again. so some gardening with din. then family dinner at night.&lt;br /&gt;THEN YAY! BABY'S GONNA BE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN PICK HIM UP FROM THE AIRPORT, give him a lil surprise.&lt;br /&gt;:) can't wait can't wait CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this post is a little too messy, a lil too random &amp; nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;if u've managed to read so far! muahahaha very good! high high tolerance for my nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, spare all of u from my funny stunts. nights! lovelovelove y'all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114407574049259604?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114407574049259604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114407574049259604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;got&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;2 - 10&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;dun have lo&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;eat leh&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;ok 8 hrs&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;eee sick&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;eat until ard 2 ma&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know so long&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i oso din noe so long until i wen to count&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;which i count wrongly haha&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;n actually can oso count lunch.....shopping for food is oso shopping&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;not bad not bad.&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;u= my shopping bitch&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOD&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;hus hus shopping bitch&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;loveeeeee my jeans&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha loveeeeee my shirts&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;WAH!&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;same no. of eeeees&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe....i got count 1 lor&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;juz reach hm nia&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ya&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;some one's home quite far&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;--------------jerome------------- says:&lt;br /&gt;1 of these days bedok central will be the new orchard&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;ERMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY!&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i'm gonna paste this on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the dunno how many(th) time i've heard my friends tell me repectively&lt;br /&gt;toa payoh central/parkway/BEDOK CENTRAL?/ jurong pt becoming the NEW orchard.&lt;br /&gt;my ass is luffing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn lazy to go for class chalet, totally cannot saico myself to move my stucked ass, i wonder what time am i going, or even if i'm going. cos gonna pick din up tonight, v mahfan to go.&lt;br /&gt;but say mahfan also not really, cos the airport is really near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHhhh, dunno lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like bursting alr, wore my shorts inside my new tapered jeans to expand it.&lt;br /&gt;how to expand jeans ah? anyone knows? , i mean other than my stupid way to wear more shorts inside my jeans lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally mad about jeans these days. within this 1 week, i've bought 2 pairs for deardear &amp; a pair for dindin. i'm nuttts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about the jeans, i nearly lost 1 pair yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;i bought baby's jeans then i went into another shop to buy mine.&lt;br /&gt;jerome offered to carry for me, but i just thought i should hang it in the fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;so after trying my jeans &amp; happily buying it. i forgot all about baby's jeans! so i left it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          :&lt;br /&gt;                          :&lt;br /&gt;                          :&lt;br /&gt;                          :&lt;br /&gt;                          :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the bus stop at night:&lt;br /&gt;jerome: eh eh, u take all your stuff from your my bag alr?&lt;br /&gt;me: wtf wtf!!!!! where's my jeans!&lt;br /&gt;jerome: there *points*, ur jeans there.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh ya ya, but weijie's jeans?&lt;br /&gt;        oh fuck fuck!!!! i left it in the shop!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;jerome: hur hur hur? okok go back take lo, which shop?&lt;br /&gt;me:*kancheong* run back to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier in the shop we're just talking about losing things, &amp; i've been having these losing things scare a LOT these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heng heng when i reached, the shop uncle was still there, taking the rubbish out.&lt;br /&gt;then he asked me to wait there, i wanted to go in &amp; take my stuff. but he closed the shutters &amp;amp; went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he prolly took out my jeans to sell alr! cunning guyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well but haha. we prolly walk 10 km or in army terms 10 clicks yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha. i miss my boyboy. A LOT. when oh when.&lt;br /&gt;5 more days. VERY FAST RIGHT? INDEED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114404380889393981?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114404380889393981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114404380889393981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114404380889393981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114404380889393981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/lazy-at-home.html' title='lazy at home'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114399786646590911</id><published>2006-04-03T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:11:06.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my official shopping bitch</title><content type='html'>who but Mr. Jerome Lee. wah totally man, love shopping with people like this.&lt;br /&gt;BUY BUY BUY! i likeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what? buy what!&lt;br /&gt;solid can 9 hours of shopping. 9 HOURS! hahahaha. marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired! i shall continue tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;night night frens, night night dear, night night din, night night ling, night night chiak, night night cluny, night night everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy Belly is going to bed. HAPPY BELLY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a really happy one today! :) deserves all the caps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114399786646590911?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114399786646590911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114399786646590911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114399786646590911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114399786646590911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-official-shopping-bitch.html' title='my official shopping bitch'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114390594769713558</id><published>2006-04-01T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:39:07.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long hair vs. Short hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/randomness%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/randomness%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not cut my hair since (erm?) new years &amp; it's still as short as ever lah.&lt;br /&gt;it's just getting thicker &amp;amp; thicker.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when i tie it up (plus the clips here &amp;amp; there)&lt;br /&gt;it looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i start to get butt-itchy, keep wanting to cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;man, when was the last time i had long hair! pri 6?&lt;br /&gt;i don't ask for much actually, just like shoulder length will do&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i don't mean like those visual tricks like few strands of hair at the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;i mean erm, LONGER HAIR lah.&lt;br /&gt;damn difficult lah, long hair. DIFFICULT DIFFICULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyways why are all the cute people bi these days? WHATS WRONG SIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired now, my left hand feels funny, like it's not mine.&lt;br /&gt;so my day started with breakie with darius, technically not even breakfast, it felt more like supper to me. that day hasn't even broke!&lt;br /&gt;then invited darius home to sleep. AISEH, he talks to din while i slept. :)&lt;br /&gt;but the 2 cockheads talked so damn loudly that i couldn't sleep at all!&lt;br /&gt;so it's all the way tossing &amp; turning until chiak fetched me to ah ma house cos i was going to tk later in the evening &amp; i didn't want to take a bus there.&lt;br /&gt;i love walking to school. "school's just beside my house!", i used to say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to band to make citation cords, or rather LEARN to make citation cords.&lt;br /&gt;so it's actually the same way baby ties bootlace lahhhhhh. hahahaha i can boast to deardear next time. SINCE he REFUSED TO TEACH ME HOW.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, rather the failure. my cords look totally CROOKED!?&lt;br /&gt;it actually looked quite nice &amp; straight at first but god knows what happened.&lt;br /&gt;BUANG.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all guys have a talent in making citation cords!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya lazy to blog alr. go watch tv!&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the abrupt ending. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114390594769713558?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114390594769713558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114390594769713558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114390594769713558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114390594769713558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-hair-vs-short-hair.html' title='Long hair vs. Short hair'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114374201562253888</id><published>2006-03-31T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T02:06:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the bored people who have nothing to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the yellow yellow watermelon? I ate the smaller piece &amp; we played scissors paper stone to decide who would eat the bigger piece. JUST IMAGINE IF I LOST. &amp;amp; THE LOSER (I ADD: DINosaur) insisted that i should put up a cock picture he took of me playing tictactoe oneline. (3rd pic). They say a girl that concentrates is the prettiest, wah! FAIL MISERABLY CAN! concentrating or not. god shall grant me pretti-ness tmr morning MUAHAHAHA. AS IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe that mayonnaise is a great conditioner for dry hair? Just grab the jar from your fridge, and depending on the length of your hair, you'll probably need about half a medium-sized pot. Work the mayo into your hair, then cover your scalp with clingfilm and allow the mixture to set for about 15 minutes. Rinse it out thoroughly and follow with your regular shampoo. Your hair will be amazingly soft and moisturized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virgin.net/shopping/features/healthyhair.html"&gt;http://www.virgin.net/shopping/features/healthyhair.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha but of course who would let me try my mayo magic on their hair? hahahahaha. i shall go disturb my mask kaki later on! muahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for deardear's call. Perhaps still outfield. :(&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow still gotta work, yawns. I shall work hard for my gucci bag!&lt;br /&gt;Gucci Gucci Gucci LOVELOVElove :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can wake up at 7.30 tomorrow to go for a morning jog with Din. Can I?&lt;br /&gt;I CAN I CAN! okay at least i hope. i want to lose weight :(&lt;br /&gt;now like some big time ah bwee lah! or rather all along. MUAHAHAHAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;YAH like of cos, If not why am i called Belly. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;ok i totally believe that i'm rattling on &amp; on &amp;amp; if u're still reading. GOODIE WHEE to u :)&lt;br /&gt;shall not torture ur little eyes and brains AIGHT. NIGHT my lil friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM OF ME, muahahahahaha. eeeeeee, thats like what i always tell pple to do in sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;i still think no one managed to. NOT EVEN DEARDEAR.  YAWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh did i say i love my mummy? I DO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114374201562253888?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114374201562253888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114374201562253888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114374201562253888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114374201562253888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-bored-people-who-have-nothing-to.html' title='for the bored people who have nothing to do'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114374007878299883</id><published>2006-03-31T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:34:38.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovelovelove abs :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114374007878299883?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114374007878299883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114374007878299883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114374007878299883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114374007878299883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/lovelovelove-abs.html' title='Lovelovelove abs :)'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114365405762405072</id><published>2006-03-30T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T01:40:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 year old who make my smiles worthwhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/curly%20worlys%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/curly%20worlys%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's din, and honey bunny made me do this:&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. Describe the best feeling you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I reckon it would be jogging by the bay near home when it is drizzling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. Were you named after anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm aware of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. Which finger is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;The one with the wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;When I made love to whom I wasn't supposed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o6. Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;It's butt ugly but I can draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o7. What is your favorite lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Sushi on rollers made by the clumsy one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o8. Any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;Like sniffing Jonas's and honey-bunny's underwear? Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What is your most embarrassing CD?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you were another person, would you befriends with you and why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;This is tough, Yes. I'm nice, Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you a daredevil?&lt;br /&gt;I dare, but definitely not a devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell?&lt;br /&gt;I always do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Does looks matter ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, god's have us a pair of that you-call-em-eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rainbows, I haven't seen too many recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do goldfish have feelings?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it's getting a little too ridiculous huh, honey bunny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Are you trendy?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where is your second home?&lt;br /&gt;Keaven Gardens. This became My Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you trust others easily?&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gullible but yes i trust who I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was your favorite toy when you were a child?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Flip-flappers, my guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What class in sch do you think is totally useless?&lt;br /&gt;Dance with grace with Mrs. Cluades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like happy love songs?&lt;br /&gt;I love songs sung by the happy kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever been on radio or television?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you have a journal?&lt;br /&gt;No I have a time planner but I get forced to write in people's journals occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you look for in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Silly wits, bundles of joy, mad-hat jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are your nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Din, Madeal, Son, Pig? I totally don't understand how honey bunny can call me a swine ever so often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 would u bungee jump?&lt;br /&gt;If I get to kiss honey bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 do u untie your shoes when u take dem off?&lt;br /&gt;Yes with my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What are you worried about right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you wear overalls?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you think you are strong?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no softy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.What's ur fav ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Peaches and Creme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What's your least favourite thing in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Bunnies, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How many wisdom teeth do you have?&lt;br /&gt;None i've gotten em all removed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How many people have a crush on YOU right now?&lt;br /&gt;Zilch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who do you miss most right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are your fears?&lt;br /&gt;Being matchmade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favourite Song?&lt;br /&gt;Put your head on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What are you listening to rite now?&lt;br /&gt;Stacy talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the silly one, who is stinky and sticky; and who refuses to bathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114365405762405072?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114365405762405072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114365405762405072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114365405762405072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114365405762405072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/17-year-old-who-make-my-smiles_30.html' title='17 year old who make my smiles worthwhile'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114365095392155377</id><published>2006-03-30T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:49:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ai ne?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my AI is in TAIWAN now, arg. miss him so damn terribly. 10 more days 10 more days. zapppp zapppp!! fast fast? FAST FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not badd not badd, 13 days without him already.&lt;br /&gt;if only he could feel my LOVE :) okay. erm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day i re-read those logs (IRC?) i've saved like since errr, god knows when, erm? when i was in sec 2?&lt;br /&gt;haha those stupid things i used to say to deardear. HAHA SILLY mannnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i would ever like any other guy as much as i like deardear. or would i ever wait so long &amp; OF COS stupidly for a guy to reciprocate my LOVE muahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;wait 9 mnths cannnn.......................... somemore last time pple got girlfriend one. HOW COME I LIKE SOME ATTACHED GUY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS. in about 2 mnths, we'll be 3 years together. 3 BIG years. of cos i can't wait for the MANY MANY more 395690838503458935 years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVELOVE! :) i love u baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114365095392155377?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114365095392155377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114365095392155377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114365095392155377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114365095392155377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/ai-ne.html' title='ai ne?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114361203464395840</id><published>2006-03-29T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:00:34.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot hot hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/adamchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/adamchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE :) RIGHT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114361203464395840?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114361203464395840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114361203464395840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114361203464395840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114361203464395840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/hot-hot-hot.html' title='hot hot hot'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114361124740794512</id><published>2006-03-29T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:47:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th post of the morn</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; oh OF COS :) i'm going out now, wheeeee! lovelovelove to shop :)))))) OK DAMN RANDOM LAH....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114361124740794512?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114361124740794512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114361124740794512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114361124740794512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114361124740794512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/4th-post-of-morn.html' title='4th post of the morn'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114361097418677967</id><published>2006-03-29T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:42:54.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dread my DREADS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/FUNKMYDREADS.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/FUNKMYDREADS.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken in the hotel :( wah heavy like sai can.&lt;br /&gt;it's woven into my hair cos i paid more, but i cannot tahan leh! damn hard lo&lt;br /&gt;anyways yupyup. UN PUNK.&lt;br /&gt;WRONGGGGGG, as for din. siao lah, totally don't know how he's gonna go to work. soooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/80695738_208dbe1a29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/80695738_208dbe1a29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, 240 BUCKS into the DRAIN. OR, plastic BAG. shhhhh, no comments please. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALTERNATE DREADS. AWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114361097418677967?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114361097418677967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114361097418677967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114361097418677967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114361097418677967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/dread-my-dreads.html' title='Dread my DREADS?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114361030429419289</id><published>2006-03-29T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:05:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacy, Belly, Ah Tan, in THAI LAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/FUNKMYDREADS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the durian ! so god damn big? damn bloody heavy -.- anyways that was at carrefour :) near the suburbs, eh i THINK. &amp; look at the t-shirt i'm wearing, red bull! some big supporter of thai lan tees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Super-stacy, err DUH? ; floating mangosteens ; Beckam the elephunk ; punk&amp;stunts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mushroom land! ; balls&amp;me ; the totally tak scary ride ; Belly &amp; the bean stalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Broom-me-up-in-GIANT-land ; feeding elephunk ; more FROOTS! ; HAHA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Belly-in-boots! ; Poor-belly ; OOooo-STRONG Belly ; FLOATING MARKET JAM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:) &amp; of cos THAI LAN is not just THAT. it's shopping shopping shopping &amp;amp; more shopping. &amp; mr Din's got dreadlocks TOOO, just like MEEEE :) BUT i removed them ASAP like WAH CANNOT TAHAN can &amp;amp; here's it, please don't scream. HEAD DAMN FUCKING HEAVY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114361030429419289?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114361030429419289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114361030429419289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114361030429419289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114361030429419289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/stacy-belly-ah-tan-in-thai-lan.html' title='Stacy, Belly, Ah Tan, in THAI LAN'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114360696307194208</id><published>2006-03-29T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:36:51.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO FRIENDS :) shall we club next thurs? free, free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114360696307194208?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114360696307194208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114360696307194208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114360696307194208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114360696307194208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-friends.html' title='HELLO FRIENDS'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114356405366824977</id><published>2006-03-28T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:40:53.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more quarrelsome me :)</title><content type='html'>my throat hurts after shouting, damn. i shall promise myself never to raise my voice more than once a month, from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i hardly raise my voice nowadays, i get damn easily irritable, like what the fuck is wrong with me/ the people around me lah. can't they speak clearly? damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall never get upset for more than an hour. i've gotta smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam chen's soo cute lah! talking bout cute guys, parkway's rather unusual today. got like few eye candies &amp; pretty pretty girls =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go shopping tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;stacy loves to shop :)&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114356405366824977?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114356405366824977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114356405366824977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114356405366824977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114356405366824977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-more-quarrelsome-me.html' title='no more quarrelsome me :)'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114347799702413537</id><published>2006-03-28T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:46:37.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night masks</title><content type='html'>=D =D =D quite fun fun! din &amp; me decided to mask ourselves up once again! i like i like!&lt;br /&gt;din; cetaphil&amp;aspirin mask i read from this blog i read quite often &amp;amp; my bird's nest mask MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in thai lan, it has been almost spa &amp;amp; masks every other day! how we pamper our asses =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DAYMNNNN!!!! timetable's out!! i shall check NOW! i feel like KANCHEONG SPIDER NOW stomachache sehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xUeqI says:&lt;br /&gt;hei lady, which class are u in&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;eh?&lt;br /&gt;your whipped cream fantasy says:&lt;br /&gt;out alr?&lt;br /&gt;xUeqI says:&lt;br /&gt;yea..&lt;br /&gt;xUeqI says:&lt;br /&gt;go check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS, I KNOW THE RESULTS. HEADACHE SEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114347799702413537?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114347799702413537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114347799702413537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114347799702413537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114347799702413537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/late-night-masks.html' title='late night masks'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114328719573940171</id><published>2006-03-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:46:35.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for the MIA-ness</title><content type='html'>i'm back, i'm back, totally forgot to announce that i wasn't in sg for 7 days, for all who smsed me within the 7 days, sorry ah! then for the more sway who repeatedly msged me, WAH! SIONG AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D anyways THAI LAN IS GOOOD GOOOOOD GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! CHEEP CHEEP GOOD GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now i speak like i'm from THAI LAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114328719573940171?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114328719573940171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114328719573940171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114328719573940171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114328719573940171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry-for-mia-ness.html' title='sorry for the MIA-ness'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114205058141517064</id><published>2006-03-11T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:16:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my boyfriend's books</title><content type='html'>BOOK OUT BOOK OUT! muahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn damn tired still &amp; i keep having the feeling like i've not slept enuff, but still, i'm not gonna stay at home &amp;amp; slack my time away. i wan go gai gai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love gai-gai-ing with din din cos din din buys me lotsa stuff! muahahahaha, &amp; i just realised that it's just like going out with mummy, only better. cos din din doesn't anyhow comment. mum only goes "YAH, U ONLY WEAR AH LIAN CLOTHES WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck? please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyyyy, din din was being so NICEEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i nudged him the other night to ask for some reimbursements for my shopping cos i was complaining to him how much i've spent since my holidays. &amp; it's quite an amazing amount.&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just said "nope, u're a pig, now go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought him a new shirt &amp; briefcase &amp; collected his pair of tailored pants AND collected his blazers from the cleaners. (sidenote: damn proud of myself) &amp;amp; wanted to surprise him after working so hard. he called me to go away. URGH!!!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just went to bed, chugging all his stuff on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the next day i woke up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) opened my eyes, saw some pink stuff in front of me&lt;br /&gt;2) next, felt something wierd on my forehead&lt;br /&gt;3) reached out, unpeeled&lt;br /&gt;4) &amp; it says "was just pulling your leg the other night, but..&lt;br /&gt;                       now go to your pc"&lt;br /&gt;5) walked to the pc &amp; found that the screensaver was his face with all the "sorries" written all around. WIN ALREADY LO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then i remembered that i scattered all his stuff near the door the previous night. they were now nicely placed beside my bed &amp; only the bags were left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i decided i was running late &amp; thought i would call him in the noon. but i was rather busy &amp;amp; it slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, just nice he reached home too. &amp; i saw the briefcase &amp;amp; shirt. (the tailored pants err i not quite sure) on him. &amp; he showed me the handle of the briefcase, it says "from my honey bunny" in gold. WAH, quite sweet ah. he said he went ard to look for shops who offered embroider services &amp; so many people rejected him cos it was on leather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he would use it till he's old &amp; immobile. &amp;amp; until he forgot his name, but he would still know that it was from me. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY HE WAS 10 years younger. right guy, wrong era. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY DEARDEAR NEVERTHELESS. x) &amp; that explains why my title is "my boyfriend" rather than "AWW DIN'S SO SWEET"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now that i've been mentioning a lot about din (cos i see him like most of the time?) everyone thinks that i'm with him. MUAHAHAHA. IF ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay gai gai time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114205058141517064?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114205058141517064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114205058141517064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114205058141517064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114205058141517064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-boyfriends-books.html' title='my boyfriend&apos;s books'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114192243671812890</id><published>2006-03-10T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:40:36.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawns</title><content type='html'>tired feet from standing for practically 24 hours in a row (or more) &amp; sleeping for 4 hours(or less) damn fucking grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA. but i bought my shorts &amp; my berms &amp;amp; a skirt. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; an empty pocket. *reach deep down my pocket to feel nothing left, or at least poorer by 160.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CALLING OUT FOR GENEROUS SPONSORS TO REIMBURSE *HINTHINT DIN DIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but feels good to buy stuff that i'm looking for =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS. time the telly say good buy! GOOD BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114192243671812890?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114192243671812890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114192243671812890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114192243671812890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114192243671812890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/yawns.html' title='yawns'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114175393014868515</id><published>2006-03-08T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:52:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brace me up</title><content type='html'>while i was bathing, it suddenly hit me that if i wanted to fix braces, i gotta fix them asap. before i grow older &amp; look like a wierd 30-year-old with braces, then that'll be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate going to the dentist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114175393014868515?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114175393014868515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114175393014868515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114175393014868515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114175393014868515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/brace-me-up.html' title='brace me up'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114164981393669436</id><published>2006-03-06T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:56:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belly vs. din showdown! (or SHO`DOWN)</title><content type='html'>as i'm typing this, that dog's got it going on with "drop it like it's hot" , irritating bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when my media player's on that since god knows when &amp; that silly bugger could actually remember every single line without looking at lyrics &amp;amp; he blamed me for putting it all night long. talk about my hip nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's not just drop-it-like-it's-hot. it's gazolina, dale-don-dale &amp;amp; ... it's quite bothering that u have someone at home singing to all the reggae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've got him with me nearly 24/7, i've got really used to waking up to him (as in different beds lah!; i wake up , walk outta the room &amp; see him). &amp;amp; as much as i would like to say i won't miss him when he moves out, i want to move in with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally love how my life functions right now. carefree, with all the care that i need &amp; i can get, i have friends whom i can grow old with. well just like how WU always discussed how WU would look like 50 years down the road. WU-ah mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; how people constantly complain about facing changes once we're in our comfort zones. now i wonder how much changes i'm gonna face soon, with me now in my ultra confort zone. but the good thing is, as i grow older i learn how to identify with myself &amp;amp; i try to make the best out of all changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course, i have got lots more to learn. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clown belly. i don't mind being the clown actually, not a clown, but THE clown. the clown my goodie-old-friends all know. but u know what kind of clown is the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, it's the clown that can be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like that right? when u know when to take yourself seriously &amp; not seriously at appropriate times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how you cannot "tension" all the while &amp; cannot "relak only" 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i miss my monster now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114164981393669436?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114164981393669436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114164981393669436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114164981393669436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114164981393669436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/belly-vs-din-showdown-or-shodown.html' title='belly vs. din showdown! (or SHO`DOWN)'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114162869951192419</id><published>2006-03-06T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:04:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet &amp; yummies</title><content type='html'>so i haven't had a single entry since exams was over, yup which was wednesday. i say hols is good. *rubs belly. just had some good ol' pork chops with fries plus 2 tupperware of tau hway i've just chugged in the freezer for some brain-freezing tau hway slurps later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha, how i enjoy my holidays at home =D bumming around, eating yummy-rummy food, poking around everyone at home, lying on everyone's bed &amp; roll about fifty times from one side of the bed to the other before hopping on to the other, reading random pages off my storybooks and magazines, trying to pack my things (ie. make up kit, dresser table, closet . . .) but ya lah U KNOW. sitting in front of the pc &amp;amp; tv watch lame stupid shows/try to dance to mtv, groove with ludacris/ luff at my buddy(patrick statfish and his partner (that yellow absorbent sponge)/start buying loads of useless stuff over the net,  try to plan my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, over the years i understand myself more; i know i love doing nothing &amp; even how i try planning my hols? I CAN'T! fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occasionally i'll go out shopping, dinner/supper with din/chiak&amp;ling/cluny/korkor/anyone lah, or work or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways have enjoyed my hols so far, alternating among doing stuff like shopping, talking nonsense, bbq, meeting baby, spending some time with mummy. but i have just realised that i've slept about half of my holidays (so far) away. &amp; (un?)fortunately, i can't get enough of sleeping. it feels so good not doing anything at all. just being a yucky slab of lard plopping on the sheets all day long. BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, i have not exactly ended school yet, unlike all the other poly-goers. i still have ANOTHER school. but it's gonna be kept light so. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din's left for msia yesterday &amp; he's gonna be back soon, well he said he was gonna be back home by 2. but it's nearly 3 now. lucky i didn't wait for him to bring my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this post is going no where. as usual blabbering away about the what-nots, that i totally think is quite boring for erm my friends. YOU. or whoever you are. i have always wondered if people i don't actually know do read all the stuff i post up here &amp; how many of these people who have chanced upon my blog actually come back to keep a "lookout" on my extremely no link lifestyle =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i know is that i don't post much pictures, neither do i talk about the whos who at parties/anything that poke into the deep thoughts of people, i don't post my fashion buys/ teach people how to do their make-up in a total glam way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya all in all. kudos to my friends, for i think they're the only survivors reading my nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114162869951192419?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114162869951192419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114162869951192419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114162869951192419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114162869951192419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/03/sweet-yummies.html' title='sweet &amp; yummies'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114114776719699043</id><published>2006-03-01T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:29:27.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weather outside is frightful,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/IMG_1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/IMG_1303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah whee, i'm shivering in front of the computer now cos the aircon is so so so darn chill. CHILL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last paper is coming soon, SEAT 69! HERE I COME! WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;i shall try not to screw up as much as possible =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll love stats. HAHA oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss mr fieldcamp so much, awwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;feels "not right" now that i don't get to hear from him for one entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love deardear =DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love din din too. cos he's gonna iron all my clothes for me. ROCKS !&lt;br /&gt;but in return, i gotta da bao dinner back for him tmr. TOTALLY NO PROBS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAY WONGS GONNA HELP ME WITH STATS. HOW I WISH I COULD BORROW HER BRAINS FOR 2 HOURS. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love WU i love WU i love WU. wah this post is as random as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today chiak &amp; ling surprised me by baking one whole load of sugar rolls. i'm gonna grow fat on sugar rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy BELLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114114776719699043?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114114776719699043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114114776719699043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114114776719699043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114114776719699043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='the weather outside is frightful,'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114104731921845435</id><published>2006-02-27T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:35:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down! 2 more 2 go!</title><content type='html'>two to too! tiu tiu tiu! okays NO LINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;em&gt;deardear&lt;/em&gt; A lot. imagine when he leaves for TAIWAN for 21 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it falls during my hols. Urg damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to redang, FRIENDS! CALLING OUT TO ALL FRIENDS! REDANG REDANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saw ade's nick "no stacy, no laughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahhaha. I CAN GO TO HELL.&lt;br /&gt;imagine. after 1 sem of no more loner lifestyle in campus, there comes my MORE LONER DAYS TO COME. OH HOW I DREAD LIFE IN NP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both ade and a-meh-lia's gonna transfer to TRM lah. craps. sings "ALL BY MYSELF!!!!"  * at the top of my voice. OH WELLS. YUCKS TO YEAR 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not say anything more, don't even know who is gonna read this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i'll finally be in YEAR 2. KISS FRESHMAN YEAR GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to those gay fuckers who CALLED ME A FRESHIE last year. SCREW URSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it already feels so bad to go to a new school ( NOT TO MENTION TRAVEL ALL THE WAY TO CLEMENTI- the YUCKY CLEMENTI MRT STATION), then people start calling u freshies. THANKS A LOT LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more years &amp; i'm out of this stinky stinky stinky PLACE CALLED CLEMENTI! it stinks. i rather be the east all my life. oh how i resist changes. ACTUALLY I DON'T . i just don't like to be in the &lt;em&gt;unfamiliar&lt;/em&gt; west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos, sem 2 was well, nicer that sem 1. just when there's AME AND ADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS! enuff of my cranky nonsense. i shall go watch tv now! a while ah, then STUDY! i'm not even halfway there. FUCK. FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114104731921845435?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114104731921845435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114104731921845435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114104731921845435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114104731921845435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/2-down-2-more-2-go.html' title='2 down! 2 more 2 go!'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114069416580664973</id><published>2006-02-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:33:49.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't help feeling good with WU ard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *photo grabbed from misswongs&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd foto on the left column *vertically down* is chao classic lah. standing outside the classroom, u might think i'm mad but how i wish i could go back to sec 4 everyday, stand outside the classroom everyday, spend every single moment complaining bout Os and talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL, we all have to grow up, &amp;amp; i'm back to studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114069416580664973?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114069416580664973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114069416580664973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114069416580664973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114069416580664973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/cant-help-feeling-good-with-wu-ard.html' title='can&apos;t help feeling good with WU ard'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114069031579814869</id><published>2006-02-23T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:25:15.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back for 5</title><content type='html'>=( i'm so worried i keep visiting the toilet! ahh. okays, not really. i think i ate the wrong stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i'm nua like a jelly fish. i eat what i lau what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urg hope it doesn't continue till tmr, i don't want to lau sai in my seat, if not "do econs until lau sai will really come true!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114069031579814869?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114069031579814869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114069031579814869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114069031579814869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114069031579814869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-for-5.html' title='back for 5'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114066256803477510</id><published>2006-02-23T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T10:42:48.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>want some tang-tang in your life?</title><content type='html'>come get me. =( urg random! i've been got by my exams, i haven't exactly been studying but not knowing everything in my notes scares me. esp those stuff in the bstats notes?! went for bstats review yesterday &amp; i couldn't do every single question! just like a maths!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no lishan to peep over! OMG! horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to do something about it! &amp;amp; wongs prolly finished her EGGZAMMS alr! =(&lt;br /&gt;1 MORE WEEK *CHANTS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114066256803477510?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114066256803477510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114066256803477510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114066256803477510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114066256803477510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/want-some-tang-tang-in-your-life.html' title='want some tang-tang in your life?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114050880099904246</id><published>2006-02-21T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:00:01.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ridiculous diet</title><content type='html'>&amp; so i ate a whole load of junk within these 2 days (yesterday &amp;amp; today), consisting of all kinds of canned food that i randomly bought when i was shopping for groceries yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; why was i shopping for groceries early in the morning? here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up feeling good &amp; went to the kitchen to brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;*brush brush brush, ok done. take a step back and look ard.*&lt;br /&gt;"WTFFFF!!!!! whatever happened to my yellow top. (eh u all know, the yello sleeveless with the ribbon behind)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i nearly cried, cos i liked that top A LOT &amp; it was the only piece. so i got hysterical &amp;amp; started shouting at my ah ma asking her what happened, &amp; how i could remove the stains. &amp;amp; she just told me they couldn't be removed. wah biang. i nearly swear my head off. then analysing the situation, i thought i shall be proactive for the 1st time, stop complaining &amp; go buy some stain remover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of cos, the stain remover didn't work. if anyone knows of a stain remover that might work, please tell me ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rather desperate at the moment. i'll try anything and everything to save that top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just tried mixing full cream milk with snapple mango, rocks balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, so i just packed my notes finally, &amp; i'm gonna staart studying in an hour's time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it isn't too late to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/No.&lt;br /&gt;Module&lt;br /&gt;Description(Examinable)&lt;br /&gt;Class Section&lt;br /&gt;Date&lt;br /&gt;Day&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Exam Venue&lt;br /&gt;Seat No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;002926&lt;br /&gt;MICROECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;TB24&lt;br /&gt;24 FEB 2006&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;09:00 AM - 11:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;Blk 56 04-03&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;002925&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTING &amp; INFOR PROCESSING&lt;br /&gt;TB23&lt;br /&gt;27 FEB 2006&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;09:00 AM - 11:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;Convention Centre Level 2&lt;br /&gt;461&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;002932&lt;br /&gt;ORGANISATIONAL BEHAVIOUR&lt;br /&gt;TB24&lt;br /&gt;28 FEB 2006&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;09:00 AM - 11:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;Convention Centre Level 2&lt;br /&gt;465&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;002929&lt;br /&gt;BUSINESS STATISTICS&lt;br /&gt;TB24&lt;br /&gt;01 MAR 2006&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;02:00 PM - 04:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Blk 72 Level 2&lt;br /&gt;69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha seat 69. uh uh sial. okays, i shall get lost from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114050880099904246?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114050880099904246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114050880099904246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114050880099904246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114050880099904246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/ridiculous-diet.html' title='ridiculous diet'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114045144799269532</id><published>2006-02-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:04:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just in case you were wondering</title><content type='html'>i'm alright, frens. i'm better already. sorry for making y`all(WU)  worry for me. belly's back. &amp; thanks so much. appreciate it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update soon, soon. when i see u all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114045144799269532?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114045144799269532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114045144799269532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114045144799269532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114045144799269532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='just in case you were wondering'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-114008811755565158</id><published>2006-02-16T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:08:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from school, din gave me a surprise by waiting outside the classroom for me. that scheming pig. =) was still smsing him &amp; worrying bout the bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought "yay! didn't need to to take a bus back with my chao-elephant black box, got car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my puny brain failed to analyse the situation; he was with his bags which meant he came straight from the airport. NO CAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly me walked to the car park &amp; asked "eh u park where ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the look i got back worthed a million i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to take a lil cabby back home cos there was no way we're gonna squeeze in the bus like some da lu pple, da bao xiao bao. wahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so reached home like in a speedy while &amp; me being me, bugged him for all my presents immediately when i reach home. so i just ransacked his bag without even asking. MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part II of presents are coming soon! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i owe him like 10 million favours alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the first thing he asked me was "so yes, you want to tell me about your failed experience on valentines?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wondered how the hell did he figured that my valentines was a icky one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just replied "no? it wasn't bad at all! felt the love ard &amp; all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i did feel the air of love, didn't think much of being miserable, well i wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was stupid about forgetting that he reads the blog. oh man. don't know how many people are bitching about my blog entries now eh? &amp; gloating. go on! go on! haha. thanks for the attention ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways told him whatever he has missed out while he was away. &amp; i found out that i was so inarticulate whenever i start talking about my love life. or *the lack of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) i'm happier now that din's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nanny rocks balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i have a distraction now so i won't have to wake up thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to bathe, then dinner with him, ling &amp;amp; chiak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-114008811755565158?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/114008811755565158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=114008811755565158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114008811755565158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/114008811755565158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-came-back-from-school-din-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113997593169026541</id><published>2006-02-15T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:58:51.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold me &amp; never let me go?</title><content type='html'>i always tell myself, that everything has a timeframe to it. a piece that is only mean to be 8-9 mins shall never be prolonged to more than that, or the original meaning will be forgone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the piece, loving someone, being with someone, has a timeframe attached to it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every person's life has a specific timeframe, individual to his own. well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is my time with him up yet? i'd really like to know.&lt;br /&gt;i strongly hold on to the belief that it isn't, but i'm really afraid i is &amp; will be?&lt;br /&gt;i have never been too afraid of many things, (ok other than my major fear of darkness), i hate not being able to identify with my feelings &amp;amp; thoughts &amp; i hate to feel vulnerable &amp;amp; all sorts of other buay-zai emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot really understand why would some people express their weakness in front of all the insignificant others. it reflects a lot upon urself. i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 2 months, (ok 1 month plus), i've been the most un-zai person there ever would be.&lt;br /&gt;nearly loserish in fact, when i decide to move on like nothing matters &amp; when i thought that i have, i fall back &amp;amp; take a look behind &amp; what i see is the mess (uncleared). I attempt to undo them one by one, hopefully to return to my old state, mending everything, making things right. But what i failed to see that was, this whole while, whatever i was trying to do was all according to ME. i have failed to see that i'm not the only one that is involved in all these mess though i have been the mastermind. when my someone else has lost all the motivation to push on, there's nothing really i can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always overestimate myself, &amp; i think this time round too. i always think i'm the force to everything. but in fact, i've lost all grips on myself &amp; i cannot even function normally now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; this thought aside, i will solve my doubts soon, i will know what to do soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i shall see what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i've just received my funding approval from citibank. FUCKING HAPPY &lt;em&gt;LAH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16,000 1.5 years. nabei. MY HEAD IS SO BIG NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was chao stupid yesterday lah, prof passed me the letter &amp; smiled, i was totally oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after i knew it, i didn't knew who to tell. not even mum. i just put it my my bag &amp; thanked prof. prof's the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i kept it with my only until 10pm when i decided to tell him. &amp; this was what he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm.. with anybody.. i believe anybody wil b glad to hear tat.. ... ... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with anybody.. it didn't matter who i would tell it to? , my heart sank like fuck, (yah if i still had my heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know how to cry, i just went to bed, very sure that it was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113997593169026541?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113997593169026541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113997593169026541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113997593169026541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113997593169026541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/hold-me-never-let-me-go.html' title='hold me &amp; never let me go?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113972041319898711</id><published>2006-02-12T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:00:13.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please don't throw my love away? cheesy.</title><content type='html'>1 MINUTE AGO: I was pasting this thing in here.&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: i was in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;1 DAY AGO: i was still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO: it was my anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: to be a softie&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL: fucking hollow&lt;br /&gt;I HIDE: if only i could hide&lt;br /&gt;I MISS:&lt;br /&gt;I LEARNT: that i was a loser.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: &lt;br /&gt;I NEED:&lt;br /&gt;I THINK: it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS..&lt;br /&gt;First piercing: was a kid&lt;br /&gt;First credit card: din's sub&lt;br /&gt;First enemy: oh wells.?&lt;br /&gt;First musician you remember hearing in your house: aiseh teddy tan.&lt;br /&gt;LASTS..&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: don't kiss &amp; tell&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: nuggets&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call n who: w/din&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: oh that was how long ago? erm micro presentation &lt;br /&gt;Last drink drank: ginger tea in e morn&lt;br /&gt;Last time scolded: wtf?&lt;br /&gt;SHORT ANSWER..&lt;br /&gt;I AM: quite fucked right now&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: to know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE: many things on my mind &amp; i can't do anything bout em&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: how, i wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;I SING: lemon tree, oh how cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: no la, cry?&lt;br /&gt;I WON: won what? 10 million toto? IF ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;I LOST: ah fuck&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: i am indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: just smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 2 DAYS, HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;CRIED?:&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK?: na fit as a fiddle&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES?: hur no&lt;br /&gt;SAID "I love you"?: oh for what, like it matters eh?&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER: nope&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A DIARY?: diary? blog entry?&lt;br /&gt;HAD A SERIOUS TALK?: serious, oh wells i'm always serious&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE?: nope&lt;br /&gt;BEEN HUGGED?: nope, sad souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113972041319898711?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113972041319898711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113972041319898711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113972041319898711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113972041319898711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/please-dont-throw-my-love-away-cheesy.html' title='please don&apos;t throw my love away? cheesy.'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113950597854131084</id><published>2006-02-10T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T01:26:18.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acting on impulse</title><content type='html'>i've been acting up really wierd these few days &amp; it is only now that i realised. in addition, i've been more impulsive then ever &amp;amp; it's making me feel insecure&amp; vulnerable somehow. yes indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, anyways yesterday was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is today. so will tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D agh i'm sleepy. nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113950597854131084?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113950597854131084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113950597854131084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113950597854131084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113950597854131084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/acting-on-impulse.html' title='acting on impulse'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113932759320872613</id><published>2006-02-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:53:13.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mindless nonsense? wells.</title><content type='html'>www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;zhiwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;can send me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;tml i give u on a piece of paper can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;i doin my micro and table topics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;wah den like that u give me a few hours to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;huhz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm need to compile what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;tml aft table topics we doin the OB proj?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;err?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;nope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;sianz.. but i need complete tht bird thingy micro assignment lehz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;sianz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;but u promised to send by tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;i tot u say halfway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;LYING RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;nono..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;is i tot of the ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;nv put down in words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;den v fast what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;so like dat half way le ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;WAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;MEANS NEVER DO CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;den u all expect me to do last min work again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;damn sian can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;kk.. i juz tell u my idea here ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=-*pAmWeI*-= says:&lt;br /&gt;its not the matter tht i can type fast or not.. cos u pon pon pon micro lect.. now i have a hard time tryin to do tht piece of shit article..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;what has it got to do with me not going for micro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha actually i pasted the whole conversation just for that part in bold.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's the dumbest thing i've heard today.&lt;br /&gt;in fact throughout this entire week i've more nonsense that i've expected. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, he said "u pon pon pon micro lect.. now i have a hard time tryin to do tht piece of shit article.." i think it's really ridiculous he's making such a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) me not going for micro lecture has got nothing got to do with him?&lt;br /&gt;2) even so, that additional 2 houurs i had isn't gonna make a difference in my micro assignment.&lt;br /&gt;3) it is none of of business that he has to rush his assignment &amp; hence excuses for his incompetency in the OB proj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arg, whatever it is, i simply hate groupwork. it's simply NOT EFFECTIVE/EFFICIENT.&lt;br /&gt;it's a burden, it ties people down. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. it's okay i guess. if anyone doesn't contribute to the proj, then we just ain't gonna include that feller. oh wells. it's only fair.but nothing is fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113932759320872613?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113932759320872613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113932759320872613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113932759320872613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113932759320872613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/mindless-nonsense-wells.html' title='mindless nonsense? wells.'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113931053157180745</id><published>2006-02-07T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:10:01.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello hello!</title><content type='html'>man, sorry for the MIA-ness. totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really badly hit by post cny laze-craze. arg but still. oo wee i passed my stats lols. just pass cannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever, exams are drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, &lt;a href="http://www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com"&gt;www.funk-shoppe.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; is now opened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do drop by, &amp;amp; purchase something? hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113931053157180745?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113931053157180745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113931053157180745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113931053157180745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113931053157180745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-hello.html' title='Hello hello!'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113873022015128626</id><published>2006-02-01T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:57:00.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my head's so heavy</title><content type='html'>cny's hols are officially over, over.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be over. ah wells. never really looked forward for 2006, &amp; now that i'm in it, it's really no big deal &amp;amp; i cannot wait to be done with it, in fact at this point in time, i cannot wait to be done with my life, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i suck at life management &amp; how else can i screw up myself more that "in-every-way-there-ever-be"/ ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways cny was really no big deal, wasn't thrilled or anything. i just had alot of time to get frustrated with myself whilst i go visiting/ get visited. cos i have ample time to sit down &amp; think i get heaped up with so many many thoughts i could nearly go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways, like any other year, cny is a stupid affair but this year i didn't go really stupid with it, aye dunno what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just knew how unwanted i am, somehow ah somehow. just not the kind of want i expect, hurr don't understand? ah i'm sure my peeps would. connection connection~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways went down to MOS with din yesterday cos he went to find chloe, so i made myself scarce as soon as we reached that clarke quay. actually was alr at home den decided i shouldn't stay at home &amp; think to much. crying my night away isn't exactly what i want to do so yeap. met ash for a while there &amp;amp; they played pretty good music there yesterday. well i didn't exactly enjoy myself there or anything, was just trying to getaway from my haunting thoughts and getting away from doing stupid things like msging him a whole load of nonsense. ah wells, he doesn't give a shit about me now. &amp; yes so i didn't get myself involved in making him bothered yesterday, it's good i should keep myself away, far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways met darius at the bar yesterday, couldn't really recall but he tapped me &amp; i oh oh oh! so talked a little, he offered to buy my a drink, but didn't feel like drinking much so i drank whatever he had &amp;amp; later that night he msged me some nonsense, ah wells. why. i ain't doing anymore dumb things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so was with zy, lio &amp; tg the whole night &amp;amp; i talked abit to tg &amp; he told me stuff, ya quite disappointed in myself again. ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning went breakfast with darius cos just found out he lived so near me! den went over to chiak's place. chiak's brought this girl home, ling. super cute lah they 2. =) i hope chiak marries her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh on the cab back yesterday the uncle taxi damn power lah, drive like F1 den stereo is powerpacked, some 3k stereo tuned to blasting techno. COOL UNCLE ah. lio &amp; me swerving in the taxi then the uncle offer us some private taxi service some more. cool craps lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, anyways WU met up today. aiya tired alr, nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113873022015128626?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113873022015128626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113873022015128626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113873022015128626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113873022015128626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-heads-so-heavy.html' title='my head&apos;s so heavy'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113872839815193241</id><published>2006-02-01T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:26:38.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goes out to whom i once called baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I didn't mean it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When I said I didn't love you so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I should have held on tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I never should've let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I didn't know nothingI was stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I was foolishI was lying to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I couldn't have fathomed that I would ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Be without your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Never imagined &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'd be sitting here beside myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;'Cause I didn't know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;'Cause I didn't know me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But I thought I knew everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I never felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; The feeling that I'm feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; Now that I don't hear your voice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Or have your touch and kiss your lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cause I don't have a choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh, what I wouldn't give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;To have you lying by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Right here, 'cause baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When you leftI lost a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Come back baby please, 'cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We belong together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When times get rough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We belong together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I can't sleep at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When you are on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Bobby Womack's on the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Singing to me'If you think you're lonely now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;'Wait a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This is too deep, too deep I gotta change the station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So I turn the dial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Trying to catch a break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And then I hear Babyface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I only think of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And it's breaking my heart I'm trying to keep it together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But I'm falling apart I'm feeling all out of my element&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm throwing things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Trying to figure out Where the hell I went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The pain reflected in this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ain't even half of whatI'm feeling inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Need you back in my life baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When you leftI lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please, 'cause&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i really was stupid just thinking of all the things i did to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;all the things i did to us, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i never imagined that things will turn out this way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;now that i don't have a choice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i cannot decide whether i'll be important in your life anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you tell me it's not love lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you tell me i'm gonna do fine alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you told me you should have known,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;should've known earlier that we wouldn't work out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp; having u there for me for nearly 3 years, i was so damn sure i had you forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i forgot how it felt like to not have u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i forgot how it felt like when i had u &amp;amp; didn't think much about it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;people said u were too much for me to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we proved them wrong, i proved that we had a connection; where u'd just love me for one &amp; only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it ended up like i didn't ever thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it ended too wrong, too foolish, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i knew u, no matter how much u said u would forgive me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i am so sure that it's cos i did u wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it was me who made things wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it was me who was being silly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;giving up &amp; thinking that i could just return, unscathed, unharmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i was wrong, i'm so hollow now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i have no heart to follow i have no words in my heart to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i'm now left alone without a thing in the world as important as you to think about, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it wasn't u who left me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it was me who made u leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it was me being unfaithful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it was me being everything in the world that i shouldn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;especially to you. especially to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;everyone sensed that u changed , everybody told me you changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but they didn't know i was the one who made u change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i'd never say sorry anymore cos my sorries don't impact u anymore, well nothing at all would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i'm hollow, i'm so so fucking hollow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;we belong together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113872839815193241?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113872839815193241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113872839815193241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113872839815193241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113872839815193241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/goes-out-to-whom-i-once-called-baby.html' title='goes out to whom i once called baby'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113830529448597418</id><published>2006-01-27T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T03:54:54.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random business</title><content type='html'>1) i haven't met my secret partner for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i haven't wish bird happy birthday &amp; it's over. happy 18 darling. =) first to be 18 among all of us, cheerios. but i don't think she'll read this, oh how randow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i haven't heard much from the organising pair? hmm what happened?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i haven't seen gw for quite some time, yina too. &amp; i think i didn't reply yina's msg, i vaguely remembered reading it. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i'm quite lost after 1 sms. wtf am i doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i'm quite afraid about going to school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i'm fucking tired now, fucking drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) just miraculously went on 3 sticks in 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) miss din so fucking much cos he ain't home yet &amp; i need his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4, if i slept i only have 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) i hope rene's coping well with powerpoint right now &amp; that she's sanely not frustrated with CATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113830529448597418?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113830529448597418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113830529448597418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113830529448597418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113830529448597418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-business.html' title='random business'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113830458893087742</id><published>2006-01-27T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T03:43:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck around? fck ard</title><content type='html'>it's been fcking hectic since mon &amp; i've some big time troubles focusing for some reason. fck it. stats was horrible cos i walked out of the exam hall remembering that i didn't write any passable material on the script &amp;amp; the people ard me complained that e paper was too easy. gotta start preparing for e retest. arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's gonna be over soon, soon. after 12pm tmr i'll be free for 5 days. i'll be free, free to be bothered, free to be troubled. free to feel distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i completely lost myself today, &amp; it was so bad. i couldn't think str after i received the msg &amp; this should never be the case. why am i still so fcking caught up with the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;followed by some fucker hurling vulgarities at me. JUST FUCK IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fck ard. &amp; CATS still half undone. fck. i can't sleep for nuts, i'm fcking drained emotionally, i don't want to think i don't want to be bothered with what i have no control of. i ain't no softie. i son't want to be caught up with the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love lost, lost forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; whats up with the fm today, all the sappy songs, chao emo, chao yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take a walk with me? share a world with me?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sounds more like, i just wanna fck ard. well, there u go, FCK ARD FCK ARD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113830458893087742?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113830458893087742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113830458893087742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113830458893087742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113830458893087742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/fuck-around-fck-ard.html' title='fuck around? fck ard'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113811248463783109</id><published>2006-01-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:21:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more uncertainty</title><content type='html'>i exchanged 15 bucks for feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, even though i'm sure of smth, i just need the assurance. it's stupid, as stupid as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113811248463783109?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113811248463783109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113811248463783109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113811248463783109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113811248463783109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-more-uncertainty.html' title='no more uncertainty'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113807034664002250</id><published>2006-01-24T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T10:39:06.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i prayed for it to happen; it didn't</title><content type='html'>it's already 24th of jan today, wah biang, so this this how uncertainty feels like. uncertainty+anxiety, which efficiently brought me to a state of denial now. i really don't want to pay for my mistake so bad. please. make it happen. or at least assure me that it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should just go check to be sure, but what if. yes what if....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickkkkkkkk, before i burst of a racing heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113807034664002250?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113807034664002250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113807034664002250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113807034664002250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113807034664002250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-prayed-for-it-to-happen-it-didnt.html' title='i prayed for it to happen; it didn&apos;t'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113804032866754674</id><published>2006-01-24T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T02:18:48.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom comes with age?</title><content type='html'>all these late nights with din is doing me no good, well in fact, it's doing me no bad either.&lt;br /&gt;lionel said something that went like "girls don't know what they want, esp when the guys become too nice" &amp; that made me somewhat agree. &amp;amp; i figured that that only way out is to dodge &amp; not hurt the nice guys. so does that mean that nice guys will wait till they get the nice girls one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din's been helping me out with cleaning the house &amp; he's got time off until early feb to "be with me" in case anything bad happens. *keeps my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is i shall be a more resposible person out of it all. i don't want to lead a life of endless worry. so i've got din to worry for me. again, i've got one more person in life to owe it to. i never really crossed milestones(or huge boulders) alone &amp; i'm glad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyones' lives are interlinked &amp; i've hoped that i helped some people along their way, be it big or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow just now when we were washing, &amp; talking, i see teddy in din. i mean the way they look and tell me about things. i just miss teddy bucketloads &amp; i used to wail in my blanket cos i knew i couldn't see him again. now i am just sure he would be there with me to see me though. &amp; thats why i never trust anyone more than i trust him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113804032866754674?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113804032866754674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113804032866754674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113804032866754674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113804032866754674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/wisdom-comes-with-age.html' title='wisdom comes with age?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113778121165455274</id><published>2006-01-21T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T02:20:11.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakout!</title><content type='html'>wo de tian. my whole face zits man! feel like some low esteemed teenager. damn scared i got some lousy hormonal disorder. den now super shui2 zhong3 lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i cut my hair yesterday. or rather thursday. since it's like 2 now. snip my tail off. no more man. no more long long long long long tail. hurrr.. i think hardly anyone noticed lah. hahaha to used to it. yea so met ash after sch at ian's den went to pierce lips, well of cos not mine. the piercing totally looks damn normal to me lah. it's like just fits in. even wongs thought so. like hardly will notice even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's short now lah. regret man. after tahaningg sooo long to not cut. man. i shall tahan moreeeee. i wan to have shoulder length hair. i must i must. so went home yesterday den bathe &amp; prepared to go MOS. so din picked me up &amp;amp; we met the rest there. yesterday was smoove into main arena so ytea larger area. crowd was good in my opinion heh. den left about 4 plus went to chiak's house to bathe &amp; snooze. i totally could remember myself seh-ing on the bed &amp;amp; it was so fucking comfy lah. a bed was never so good. &amp; had a totally horrible dream. den at 7 din woke me up &amp;amp; he went to sleep. so i boiled eggs and mashed them &amp; chuck it in the fridge so they could eat when they get up &amp;amp; went to school happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softball's saddening man today. totally didn't get to run at all. feel loserish. 1st inning was like chao geng, didn't want to run over mud so i strike strike strike all the way. den 2nd inning i anna hit can't hit sial. total bat-a-phobia now sial. WHAT HAPPENED TO CRICKET KID! wo de tian. saddddddddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways enuff about softball went home to rest after that den met ash at bout 5 like that. at pp with dharni &amp; cabbed (YES FUCK U CAB DRIVER) to town. FUCKER FAMILY. TIU man! blablabla damn lazy to type everything exactly in words. good stuff just cannot be interpreted in words. it's just WU. WU WU ALL THE WAYYYY!!! haha. so we were at esplanade to watch the human beat box. fucking cool man. man koflow's cute man. haha what chinese usher. HURRR. lols. anyways yeap just reach home bathed and all &amp; waiting for din to come. he's still at home. totally have a feeling that he's asleep urg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113778121165455274?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113778121165455274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113778121165455274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113778121165455274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113778121165455274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/breakout.html' title='breakout!'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113760049250077930</id><published>2006-01-18T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:08:12.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha incidentally, this is my 200th post.</title><content type='html'>haha was playing with the online appear offline thinggy just now. &amp; found out smth. muahahaha. bet the whole world has done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, anyways i chiak called to ask if we needed supper &amp; for the very very 1st time. no one needed supper. all replied me with "eh shut up, i'm growing fat, no supper for me!" wow! so we should prolly dine on vegs tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn &amp; for all the weight i have lost during e xmas period, i gained them all back. wah seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, as i said previously, things are starting to all fall back in position for me though i still suffer from the pains of my wreck but all's fine all's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boreddd. waiting for chiak to be back &amp; we'll start our mass/(mess-if-u-prefer)-bitching-session so soothe our mental states. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today someone said something that totally proved the point of "u are what u read", imagine u read chinese harry potter. i have always have this high respect for my friends who can read the chinese version harry potter. it's way cool lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made cluny pack my entire wardrobe and room for me. &amp; man! he's done a great job. haha so din was offering a male chamber maid for 60 pounds per hour. &amp; that comes with sex in the chamber as well. what bull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad ah. hot chamber maid. perhaps can ask him perform some kinky stunts as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j.o bought a tee for me online &amp; it was TOO SMALL LAH. seriously lah. how can i ever wear S size. damn lame lo. no concept of SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways didn't go down to MOS in the end cos cluny said today's ladies night &amp; we only had ONE (uno) lady-which is ME. &amp;amp; that wasn't well worth it. OH GOD. how pathetic could they get? they just wanted to rush their work &amp; they pakad to give me this lousy excuse. &amp;amp; now all of us are on 4 different computers doing our work. &amp; on msn. where we all talk. how funny. i bet they must be stalking on MY BLOG RIGHT NOW! IDIOTS. eh eh eh. don't blog le. 12 alr. 12.15 cluny's room. BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113760049250077930?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113760049250077930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113760049250077930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113760049250077930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113760049250077930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/haha-incidentally-this-is-my-200th.html' title='haha incidentally, this is my 200th post.'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113755323975584429</id><published>2006-01-18T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T11:00:39.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello friends! i'm back.</title><content type='html'>=) smiles for everyone who's reading my blog. haha. i'm as happy as a swing already =) ok whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it took me half a month to figure stuff out, or at least straighten my thoughts out. well, i could be quicker. =D not that there WILL be a next time lah. there wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on a lighter note, that means u wouldn't have to see me nua-ing around alr. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the night with the 3 blind ninjas &amp; edwardchiak (sound effects honey! : CHIAK CHIAK CHIAK) talking about "the days of our lives"; just when they weren't with me &amp; just like how i wasn't with them this whole while, since before xmas, we are simply a lot who loves to screw, or i should say can't help but screw. haha (screw: there can be many ways u see "screw"; 'tmay be screw u! screw the bitch, screw up? etc etc.) &amp; perhaps we've all learnt that nothing much matters as long as there isn't strings attached. eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup nodnod. anyways reality check. i didn't know cny's next week. i thought it was the next next week. and it just makes my head throb even more. that means that tues is emceeing, wed is stats test and thurs ocom test. thats total bull. &amp; mon's mr mortley's deafening exams. cockkkk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that means i shall settle down soon, yes soon soon real soon! my room's still in a mess! god....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i just blur-ly agreed with mr.j.lee to do the speech. NABEIII!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; fri have to hand in my dreamweaver!! wo de tian ah! my flash just refuses to appear in my dreamweaver. howhowhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo so many deadlines coming up, my scanner-player prog still doesn't work. ooo wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stay at home on sat to complete my compositions, all of them. so i can concentrate on poly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stats scares the shit outta me. STATS. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways whatever it is, i'll be officially on my cny hols mood after 26th jan. so here are my plans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM FREELAND (friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the key originators of the UK's breakbeat movement, Freeland recently received a 2006 Grammy nomination for his remix of Sarah Vaughan's Fever at the upcoming Grammy Awards. His remixes of Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit and The White Stripes' Seven Nation Army have become legendary as the first "breaks/rock" bootlegs of their kind. His latest project, the band Freeland, released their debut album Now &amp; Them 2004. The album's main single We Want Your Soul became a top 40 hit in numerouscountries worldwide despite its anti-maintstream sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his seamless blends of Deep House, Hip-Hop and Electro, this ever-ambitious artist and founder of the highly respected Marine Parade label, is also one of the most established and well-respectedDJs on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission:Pre-Sale*$12 female / $15 male before 10.30pm + 1 drink Regular (At Door) $12 female / $15 male before 10.30pm + 1 drink$20 female / $25 male after 10.30pm + 2 drinks*LIMITED Presale tickets available**Available for sale between 7.30pm and 8.45pm (Wednesday - Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats 27th jan for u, &amp; if u were wondering what about the 28th 29th &amp;amp; 30th? haha here's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN 28, SATChinese New Year Eve FILTHDAMIAN SAINT (Main Arena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN 29, SUN Chinese New Year Day 1 FUZEDBUFF WISE(Main Arena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN 30, MONChinese New Year Day 2 SMOOVE IN MAIN ARENA: SPECIALKOFLOW (Liquid Room) vs TANG (Ministry of Sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats whee! MOS's gonna be opened like all the way. total coolness. i was thinking of going on the 28th (cny eve) &amp; jan 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th can go after reunion dinner. haha disappear till 5 plus in the morning &amp; can sleep till damn late the next day. so when these irritating relatives come to visit i'll be seh-ed like i'm sick. don't need to answer questions and smile like some dumbfuck. it's good it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; since day 3's gonna be sian. den whee! lovvit! 31st is hols TOO! all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so if u're interested please msg me at . . . . . . ., or simply tag on the tagboard. haha we can all go down together! haha what's new.. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays time to start preparing for school. yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113755323975584429?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113755323975584429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113755323975584429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113755323975584429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113755323975584429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-friends-im-back.html' title='hello friends! i&apos;m back.'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113718088644934515</id><published>2006-01-14T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T03:34:46.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisper in my ear, the words i wanna hear</title><content type='html'>Put Your Head on my Shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms, baby&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze me oh so tight &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Show me, that you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Put your lips next to mine, dear&lt;br /&gt;Won't you kiss me once, baby&lt;br /&gt;Just a kiss goodnight, may be&lt;br /&gt;You and I will fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that love's a game&lt;br /&gt;A game you just can't win&lt;br /&gt;If there's a way&lt;br /&gt;I'll find it someday&lt;br /&gt;And then this fool will rush in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in my ear, baby&lt;br /&gt;Words I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me that you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;Put your head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in my ear, baby&lt;br /&gt;Words I want to hear, baby&lt;br /&gt;Put your head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-sang by Good Charlotte. Oh wells, nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113718088644934515?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113718088644934515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113718088644934515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113718088644934515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113718088644934515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/whisper-in-my-ear-words-i-wanna-hear.html' title='Whisper in my ear, the words i wanna hear'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113699767074977544</id><published>2006-01-12T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:41:10.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity rides on</title><content type='html'>yes insanity, indeed. god. this been the darkest rainy day since the days that started raining as if heavens were crying down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps. so doubts are all cleared today. black remains black and white remains white. nothing too complicated about the whole idea anymore. i ain't got no choices. i just have to live with my mistakes. i'm sure they're were made for a better reason, whatever it is, i've yet to see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's e 12 of jan. 11 of jan was totally buang, and i totally see more buang-ed days coming. but i shall not let it last too long.&lt;br /&gt;anyways i shall need not count down anymore, but still 7 hours exactly. who fuck. i'll just be waking up at the exact timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said. insanity rides on &amp; on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113699767074977544?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113699767074977544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113699767074977544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113699767074977544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113699767074977544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/insanity-rides-on.html' title='insanity rides on'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113691326478450698</id><published>2006-01-11T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:14:24.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i spy, i spy with my little eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/11986538718005l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/400/11986538718005l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh band days! hahaha. omg makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;how we shampooed our hair in the field making funny hairstyles with foam. it makes me happy =))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. the smiles are like so genuine. i likeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm anyways reached home like 3 hours ago, went to town with my secret partner. hurr to study. -.- we wore like almost the same thing, yet again. damn scary cannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1 am now. shall sleep in 10 mins time after i finish blogging and roughly visualise what i have lined up tmr. it's 11jan today. angeline's birthday, but she'll never really get to see this so no point wishing her here, just looks rather dumb. heh. anyways i'm like darn full still, now. god, ate too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm 31 more hours. hoo whee. count down count down. oh no, i still have yet to start my webbie. i'm quite a goner. urg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. da jia wan an!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113691326478450698?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113691326478450698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113691326478450698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113691326478450698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113691326478450698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-spy-i-spy-with-my-little-eye.html' title='i spy, i spy with my little eye'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113687404207064198</id><published>2006-01-10T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:20:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/1600/FOR%20MY%20DUMB%20DEAR%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6867/534/320/FOR%20MY%20DUMB%20DEAR%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST TRYING TO BE FUNNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113687404207064198?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113687404207064198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113687404207064198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113687404207064198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113687404207064198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/fallen.html' title='fallen'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113683423439709765</id><published>2006-01-10T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:17:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something about me</title><content type='html'>for all the smiles i bother to smile, i do it sincerely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113683423439709765?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113683423439709765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113683423439709765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113683423439709765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113683423439709765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-about-me.html' title='something about me'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113683410624332447</id><published>2006-01-10T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:15:06.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boo</title><content type='html'>Yes I remember boy&lt;br /&gt;Cause after we kissed&lt;br /&gt;I could only think about your lips&lt;br /&gt;Yes I remember boy&lt;br /&gt;The moment I knew you were the one I could spend my life with&lt;br /&gt;Even before all the fame&lt;br /&gt;And people screaming your name&lt;br /&gt;I was there and you were my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a rainy rainy day. wells it has been raining for the past few days. i wonder if brunei is so wet too. if it is, it must be so fucking tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't quite sleep yesterday night, i think by the time i fell asleep it was prolly 5 am already, which explains why i'm so restless today. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways rainy days are emo days. right? every moment my mind starts to wonder, it'll be emo-ing away. i see the people around me forsaking old relationships, heading into new ones, just like young tender LOVE? we just say "we haven't found the right one" but what if we don't ever get to meet "the right one" till the age of 85?  ot perhaps, we'll never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't find true love? true love finds? haha. all about love, all about love.&lt;br /&gt;anyways honey's gonna be a part of MR.&amp;MRS. real real soon. =) love her good, do her good. *course laughter from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my heart's with his smile, whose smile EXACTLY i dont know, that smile, will never fade, not a day, forgotten perhaps, but it sticks with me forever, somehow. don't know lah. this time totally un-zai. i wish i could undo how i stated myself. if only. if i could find u now, if only i knew how i'd tell u, if only things could take me away, if only i knew you earlier. haha what am i talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have to let go of things, i'm well aware of that. sometimes i wonder if i have let go of too many things, let go or wrong things? but still, come what may, whats mine will always be mine. if along the way, he finds someone who deserve all that patience more. den haha. let him go. nodnod. i so wish i can find him nowwww. actually all along i've been giving myself chances to see him, after all the avoidance, after all those avoidance. i don't wish for things to be simple, it is, it's just that i don't get to see it that way yet. i will see it v clearly soon. i want to believe that u're here with me tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's a place off Ocean AvenueWhere I used to sit and talk with youWe were both 16 and it felt so rightSleeping all day, staying up all nightStaying up all nightThere's a place on the corner of Cherry Street We would walk on the beach in our bare feetWe were both 18 and it felt so rightSleeping all day, staying up all nightStaying up all nightIf I could find you now things would get betterWe could leave this town and run foreverLet your waves crash down on me and take me awayThere's a piece of you that's here with meIt's everywhere I go, it's everything I seeWhen I sleep, I dream and it gets me byI can make believe that you're here tonightThat you're here tonightIf I could find you now things would get betterWe could leave this town and run foreverI know somewhere, somehow we'll be togetherLet your waves crash down on me and take me awayI remember the look in your eyesWhen I told you that this was goodbyeYou were begging me not tonightNot here, not nowWe're looking up at the same night skyAnd keep pretending the sun will not rise Be together for one more nightSomewhere, somehowIf I could find you now things would get betterWe could leave this town and run foreverI know somewhere, somehow we'll be togetherLet your waves crash down on me and take me away, this song's for both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113683410624332447?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113683410624332447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113683410624332447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113683410624332447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113683410624332447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-boo.html' title='My boo'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113682152607955668</id><published>2006-01-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:45:26.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oo whee! shopping!</title><content type='html'>i love to shop! heh. i've got this shopping jive in me now; keeps me swinging, keeps me going! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but NABEI NO MONEY CANNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to buy:&lt;br /&gt;1) the bikini! 75 bucks, quick someone sponsorrrrr pleaseeeee.&lt;br /&gt;2) vintage belt 49 bucks&lt;br /&gt;3) a cotton striped school bag (seriously i don't know where i can get it lah, blame it on not asking that lady)&lt;br /&gt;4) pumps, flats, sandals&lt;br /&gt;5) lacoste polo *not out yet&lt;br /&gt;6) arnold stuff&lt;br /&gt;7) striped pants&lt;br /&gt;8) jeans!!!&lt;br /&gt;9) shirts for my darlings, saw 1 at country road, but urg&lt;br /&gt;10) dresses, babydolls&lt;br /&gt;11) t shirts&lt;br /&gt;12) 2006 birks!&lt;br /&gt;13) bling watches, leather straped watches, just bring it on! haha but no money buy&lt;br /&gt;14) chandelier earrings&lt;br /&gt;15) chunk studs&lt;br /&gt;16) abit outta point, but haha another piercing&lt;br /&gt;17) i wanna dye my hair in 4 shades of brown ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v lazy to continue, actually i just hope for someone to sponsor me the bikini. *HINT HINT! who owes me xmas present ah, b`dae present ah or advances, quick BRING IT ON! buy me my bikini! heeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113682152607955668?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113682152607955668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113682152607955668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113682152607955668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113682152607955668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/oo-whee-shopping.html' title='oo whee! shopping!'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113673734308008801</id><published>2006-01-08T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:22:23.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prune madness</title><content type='html'>i've been gulping pitted prunes down my throat for the past 1 hour already. that's like 15-18 prunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn determined to fibre-ise myself, so any fibre, just bring it on. anyways is it fiber/fibre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's  gonna start tmr, oh i'll be back in clementi (*cle-men-ti/kle-men-ti?) once again. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still choose to not like that part of singapore &amp; i don't think anything has made me like that place any better. hurr. be it _____ or _______?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, it reminds me of urh.. ok reminder dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, i think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk i'm such a lousy pok. haha. i must be more zai. zai-er than what i am now. now like a total softie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 11.45pm now, sunday, still raining. lemme count.  i have 3 days and approx 8 hours more. thats fast thats fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there's a feature on MOS now on tv. so MOS can fit 3100 people. hmm. i expected more. heh like 5000-7000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; zouk remains steady-sudsud. hoowhee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite funny ah the feature. devil's bar with their ah peks and ah mms. can't they have nicer features? they show this ah pek and ah mm cuddling. like how HOT. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mambo moves look quite funny on tv. looks possessed. hahaha. funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. i needta go pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm back, i feel stupid, talking to myself. hah i'm back with the big calender and it says no.1 clementi loop #04-03 . . . . .  haha CLEMENTI again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm looking at the chinese new year dates; staring at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th, 30th, 31st, sun, mon, tues. oh aye. i don't quite know what i'm talking about. so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super distracted by the tv.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like eating pork ribs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i have so many things to do, *or find out, i better sort out:&lt;br /&gt;(not in order of importance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ob proj&lt;br /&gt;2) cip  assignment&lt;br /&gt;3) cip blog (?)&lt;br /&gt;4) cip proj&lt;br /&gt;5) stats test on 25th? nabei, siao ah.&lt;br /&gt;6) study for cip test on wed&lt;br /&gt;7) meet ra, ash, zh, wongs&lt;br /&gt;8) meet lishan&lt;br /&gt;9) meet yz&lt;br /&gt;10) meet cluny, jeff, din.&lt;br /&gt;11) meet lincoln &amp; family for dinner and kiddy stayover.&lt;br /&gt;12) get a proper school bag? hur&lt;br /&gt;13) get my contacts done&lt;br /&gt;14) save money to return it to my account&lt;br /&gt;15) plan for redang trip&lt;br /&gt;16) plan for hk trip&lt;br /&gt;17) plan for genting/kl trip&lt;br /&gt;18) meet to mccafe?!&lt;br /&gt;19) touch-up with ash&lt;br /&gt;20) be there for my peeps. WTH i feel so off.&lt;br /&gt;21) buy clothes, appropriate clothes&lt;br /&gt;22) buy pants/shorts?&lt;br /&gt;23) buy slippers&lt;br /&gt;24) ok i shall stop my buy buy buy, sell my clothes?! i simply cannot stand my overflowing wardobe anymore&lt;br /&gt;25) pack my room&lt;br /&gt;26) pack my notes&lt;br /&gt;27) sort all my clothes and stuff&lt;br /&gt;28) i need to buy flats for school.&lt;br /&gt;29) get a house to move in&lt;br /&gt;30) get more songs into my mp3&lt;br /&gt;31) complete my hw&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                 .&lt;br /&gt;                 .&lt;br /&gt;                 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. distracted alr. the tv's really hilarious. =) actually i can't wait for thurs to come. wells. nights. go watch tv le&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113673734308008801?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113673734308008801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113673734308008801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113673734308008801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113673734308008801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/prune-madness.html' title='prune madness'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113648146275408341</id><published>2006-01-06T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:17:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's so fast?</title><content type='html'>can u actually believe it, can &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;actually believe it! it's fri alr. which means 7 more days.&lt;br /&gt;i miss li li li li li. my god. can't wait to see her and pour all my stuff to her &amp;amp; open up my big ears to listen to what has been really going on in her life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113648146275408341?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113648146275408341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113648146275408341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113648146275408341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113648146275408341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/thats-so-fast.html' title='that&apos;s so fast?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113635887821389962</id><published>2006-01-04T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:14:38.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how could i?</title><content type='html'>1 day down, 9 days left. today thurs fri sat sun mon tue wed thurs. 9 solid days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now whats love, haha after saying i love u for upteen times. i don't know whether i love him still.&lt;br /&gt;quite funny ah. my kind of joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i woke up today morning feeling better altogether already. at least i'm in one piece not like my broken self yesterday, trying hard to gather myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a long 11-hour sleep, just what i thought i needed badly. but i think i overslept &amp; i'm feeling rather drowsy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent this morning going ard blog-reading and seems like i have read stuff that helped guide my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least now i have stopped trying to lose myself in my mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) i smile i smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways tmr will be my microecons paper, i had better start reading up. 25%. nabei!&lt;br /&gt;v headache ah this stupid microecons. graphs and more graphs. not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anyways. i will be free this fri &amp; sat. please ask me out before i start going bonkers at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i'll prolly spend sunday doing some house-keeping stuff and prepare for school on mon.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what assignments are in for me. time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i think when i start to get a hang of school again, it's chinese new year alr. den holiday mood again. den i predict after recovering from my cny mood, it's time for final projs, exams then it's school hols. wah biang. blink blink blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurry ah. let my remaining 5 sems (hopefully i have just 6 only) breeze pass me. *prays hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lai ah lai ah! time to get out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113635887821389962?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113635887821389962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113635887821389962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113635887821389962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113635887821389962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-could-i.html' title='how could i?'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113626381319031930</id><published>2006-01-03T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:50:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have 10 days. i don't know?</title><content type='html'>this will prolly be some dazy 10 days ahead of me, i don't really quite know if i can take it as yet. i just woke up 10 mins ago and i felt lost when i woke up, so i picked up my mp3 player and on it, the 1st song that came out was "reason" .... "i never meant to do those things to u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found myself stuck in some restless mode, follow by few more prescribed songs and lucky my clubbing hits came on and i managed to sit up and walk to the computer room. &amp; so i'm here right now. i'll do whatever it takes to stop thinking about my mistakes. i'll only let them get to me at night when no one can actually accompany me. but now that school has started and everyone's so busy. i'm gonna quite die. i shall not think i shall not think OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have have have to study. i just don't have the luxury to choose now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in any sense of my life right now, just perhaps a choice to commit suicide- but fret not, it will not happen. cos i wouldn't die after making such a grave mistake. it's a waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again i don't know if i want to call it a mistake. i didn't really regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then again everything happens for a reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i regretted was to hurt someone i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i don't know what kind of love has that transformed into, somehow, m help me figured that perhaps that kind of girl-boy love's gone. perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking know my stand at all. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one moment i can't really be bothered, the next i find myself stoning like everything matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i move too fast? or can i not move on anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no right to feel sad cos it was me who caused the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cannot imagine what hit me to make think like a total messy person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no direction whatsoever. i don't know if i have any intentions to solve this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell would i make it through this 10 days, i don't know too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if this 10 days would help me, but i guess it would be easy since i have less 2 distractions. i don't know if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep saying i don't know. well, i can't say i don't know right. cos i'm like the mastermind. i'm trouble, i'm in trouble, i put pple in trouble, i make pple understand that i'm trouble&amp; in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing control over myself for some reason, i hope i'll be a better person in 2006, and i thoroughly just didn't make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move on move on. i will move on. whoever that can help distract me now. please quick. call me.&lt;br /&gt;call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the 10 days i ask of u all not to ask me if i'm alright, cos i really don't have a right to answer that qn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will not tear me apart. i will get out of it soon. good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; just that, i'll never forget my 31st decs every year. good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;it had better make me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;for now. i only want to apologise to 2 people. who never would really get to read this either.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure there's someone up there to make sure things won't be going down too harsh on me. if only i had him just there with me telling me what to do, or telling me that it didn't matter at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed, it didn't matter anymore. i have done it. i don't regret it. i will treasure it. i will hold it in my mind, my heart for as long as it takes. i won't forget it. i know who was there to help me pass it. but ultimately i was the one who can help myself. i have better got to stand upright quick. i'm not gonna let it consume me as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will leave myself some room to move on. i better get all this pass myself. i will i do i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my peeps, i pray that life isn't getting too tough at the moment for them either. whats the worse that can happen. if i can put away or try as i might lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just never hesitate, whatever u feel is right, just go on doing it. if it's a mistake, just pick it up and go. cos no one will really wait for u to recover bcos there're too many ongoing things no one can ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always live by not regretting the things i do, for things happen for a reason, i make things happen for a reason. even if the sky falls down on me (yes cliche but fuck?) i think i'm quite ready to take it in my stride. i hope lah i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuff of all this. i shall go try to sort out more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113626381319031930?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113626381319031930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116652.post-113626220941246831</id><published>2006-01-03T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:23:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never i dare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113626220941246831?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113626220941246831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113626220941246831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113626220941246831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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not that regular couple.&lt;br /&gt;we fight a lot. &amp;amp; i yell a lot. so actually it takes god to actually tolerate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm heavier than him, he's 50 kg and i'm ___ (fill in the blanks yourself) so not quite regular alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's taller than me so thats fine. &amp; that makes me all the fatter but who cares. i'm meaty, want some? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he comes from a chinese speaking family and i come from an english speaking one. so our parents prolly cannot communicate all that well but who cares? they can just smile hahaha alah no link lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know each other in tk. he in sec 4, me in sec 1. i know him first, then.. continue urself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i liked him for exactly 9 months and he knew it all along.  just that. YAH HE DIDN'T like me and he had a girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he used to say that it's cos he didn't want to hurt me by blablabla. but i still think. he doesn't like me lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den when i wanted to stop liking him (damn ah beng at that time), he held me hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT. so YES. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i have enough of this story telling haha. back to my holidaying season. i had a quiet xmas this year. pleasant. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have to siam those mad foam spray kids and being squashed in sticky dancefloors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a nice quiet xmas. haha shall only party on new years =) more meaningful right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a transition to a new year. well not gonna hope it would be a better year. I WILL MAKE IT A BETTER YEAR! heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 have been not really a subtle year for me. but still i'm 17 now. no more 16- a dumb minor &amp; i'm gonna be 18 soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm not in a hurry to grow up. i just want to be a better person. =D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i went to MOS last thurs. it's good man. like the decor of this particular room "pure", machiam dream man. &amp; plus the good company &amp;amp; good musik. i had a great night. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my feet hurt like crap after that. was on my dunno-how-many-inches heels &amp; wah biang. -.- couldn't really stand straight after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when the gays were in the toilet i couldn't help but throw myself on the floor &amp; cute lil pink bouncer asked me if i was alright. so nice ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we left. "thank you for coming, good night" wah biang!!! I LIKE!!! good service. *ding ding ding* plus points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm a happy girl now. nights! time to sleepy sleep! gotta wakey in 7 hours. haha and WORK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113562155434704513?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113562155434704513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113562155434704513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113562155434704513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113562155434704513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-d.html' title='happy =D'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113557512381193927</id><published>2005-12-26T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T13:32:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL MY DARLINGS, LISTEN UP</title><content type='html'>1stly, merry xmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ra: yes man sg idol, here we come. hahaha i don't know how true this is gonna be. but har! ok NYE, go club lahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yz: yes batam girl.BATAM got internet connection ah? hahahaha. u got find any rich ang mos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash: ok so we shall meet on wed. i book alr ah. den we shall discuss how should NYE be spent. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wongs: WHERE ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. we shall meet on wed 28th dec no matter what. DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDD makes me all so happy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ra. tmr i working tmr = 27th. lunch/dinner with stacy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113557512381193927?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113557512381193927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113557512381193927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113557512381193927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113557512381193927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-my-darlings-listen-up.html' title='ALL MY DARLINGS, LISTEN UP'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113509698408790616</id><published>2005-12-21T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:43:04.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel tight. i feel tight</title><content type='html'>some goondoo is chanting that for the past 5 mins after putting on mask. wah can't believe it. mask virgins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guys &amp; Masks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well more like guys &amp; facial products. so as of many years back more &amp;amp; more guys are beginning to put more effort into facial (beauty) care. &amp; i totally believe in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean so what u have 6 packs 8 packs/ 20 packs, when u have an ugly face RIGHT? do u think chicks did ur abs more than ur face? whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i simply think it's wrong when guys answer the question "do u use facial products?" with an URH? NO? LIKE PLEASE THATS FOR GAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness, so where did the gay part arise from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally respect a guy who puts in effort to keep his complexion radiant and fine, at least will look clean &amp; fresh right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basics:&lt;br /&gt;1) facial foam&lt;br /&gt;2) aftershave&lt;br /&gt;3) toner&lt;br /&gt;4 ) moisturiser perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's really essential to use facial foam instead of just body/hand soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now that there are so many brands coming up with new homme ranges, it's so convenient! girlfriends should help their men shop for facial products! x'mas coming. surprise your guy with a range of facial products. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are pretty, we need to be pampered. - din&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and boy! it's tight i swear. well if you're thinking real hard, it ain't my pus, it's my face u cunt-dreamer, HOE DOWN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; to that loser who likes my girl, you should just screw. real bad. she's mine to keep. my my. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and for the days you have not seen her, she's here with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. terrible bastard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways it's good fun trying out masks on everyone's faces and with the super tight, u hear them go OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWEEEE. muahahahahaha. funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways it's the tube mask thing from greece which guarantees tightness in skin after using it. seriously, do they mean minimising of pores? thats why i am not using yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall see the results on bambam's face. heh. cannot afford to fool ard. though i alr have the huge zit beside my nose and the 10001 on my brows. shang nao jin ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i need to buy shoes, &amp; accesories. hmph. die lo. and my hair is. hmm. super un-versatile. HOW leh. i also dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( my mask haven dryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog moreeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways have been out with weijing &amp; yz today. it's been a long long long long long long long time seen i saw weijing. =) she's still a darling, well &amp; the connection is still there. all fine all good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lbd fitting today. i really hate lbd(s), nothing to look forward to. just the black thing. i hope it looks good man. pray pray.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns don't know what to say alr. shall let my curious blogger wannabes try a hand here at my lil blog. haha. say till like i'm some big time blogger, (real life i seriously dunno how many pple reads my blog. maybe not even 10 per day) well, which i seriously quite BAD as a matter of fact. hmm yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stacy &amp; Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello strangers, yes i was actually told that perhaps strangers read this blog. but i've figured that since i don't know baby's friends they're all strangers aiight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, where do i begin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, this is harlem &amp; people call me cluny since i was young, but stacy prefers calling me honey and i like it that way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i seek refuge at jeff's cousin's house which is, by the way, bitchee's house. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you might be wondering, bitchee's stacy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love the house &amp; it's awesome `cos i get to see bitchee almost every other day which makes it why i like to visit s`pore apart from that fact that i do not have much of a choice either. well i do, but it makes it all the better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cannot resist the temptation of jumping into a pool whenever i'm out in the blistering heat here &amp; i seriously do not get it how you can actually all survive the heat all year round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to stacy &amp; me. stacy's bitchee, jeff's cousin which makes her my cousin too since jeff's my bro. well u get the link. don't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but seriously i thought there was some sex appeal when i first met that kid. well not now actually since there's nothing much left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will touch on that laters, you interested in reading `bout it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bah, baby said i'm off to remove my mask, ta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113509698408790616?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113509698408790616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113509698408790616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113509698408790616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113509698408790616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-feel-tight-i-feel-tight.html' title='i feel tight. i feel tight'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113453236476958337</id><published>2005-12-14T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:52:44.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding on my little horseback</title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging much have i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways within the past few days have been quite an up and down ride for me but it's all good cos i get to meet &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;zihu, ash, yingzhen, lenny, yidayi, mingzhuang, korkor, dindin, lingie, harlem, chuanxiong, daimler, yir, pigwen, weasles, fatty, farmy, deardear &amp; of cos i couldn't forget that stinking ed. did i miss anyone? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they just make the toughgoing more bearable. but heh. i'm in a total holidaying mood. &amp; yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week i held the record of not sleeping in 52hours; the chionging effects played in. went crazy with the 4 kukus &amp; seriously man! men of 30 actually do such silly things. GROW UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways went to meet zh and ash after sch yesterday cos ashes was doing coverup for (+) muahahahaha. ang gong boy. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really bloody pork chop affair man! of well bloody beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways after that went to find angeline, talked a while den went to meet lenny at his workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah biang, why does anyone need such a BIG room? with a massage chair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; a microwave and everything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den waited for him to finish up his work and treat me supper! haha. ka him like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love lenny ****hugggs**** heh enuff not? i so good right. 1 supper only hug u. hug v expensive one OK! virtual one even more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go to school alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight gonna meet prison boy. haha. whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113453236476958337?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113453236476958337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113453236476958337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113453236476958337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113453236476958337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2005/12/riding-on-my-little-horseback.html' title='Riding on my little horseback'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113396900976463701</id><published>2005-12-07T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:23:29.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yida yida where are you</title><content type='html'>yida busy xianing girl. just now call him can hear the chicken little background den he tell me he coming alr coming alr. on highway. BULL SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jing gan bluff me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha later i shall see for myself who is the girl that make me wait. must be wanna watch chicken little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha zouk zouk zouk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yida i'm gonna skin u alive so is lim zhi. BEWARE OF YOUR UNDERWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, gonna meet nehs. lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay no need to see axeaxeaxe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113396900976463701?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113396900976463701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113396900976463701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113396900976463701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113396900976463701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2005/12/yida-yida-where-are-you.html' title='yida yida where are you'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113380668467100728</id><published>2005-12-06T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T02:18:04.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not decided yet</title><content type='html'>it's 2 am already &amp; i don't feel like sleeping. partly cos of the throbbing tummy discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been busy doing homework &amp; i have yet to do my micro &amp;amp; stats which is due tomorrow. this is bad shit. booweesels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was being disrupted by really random thoughts when i was doing my work, then again, i'm always distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss baby a lot &amp; i was really considering whether to return or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i had enough of the time off. maybe it's time i go back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after all i was given all the rights to be with whoever i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just afraid that being together might just slam things haywire all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just like being comfortable in my own path and crossing paths when there is a right time to. somehow i'm just not good at handling close relationships, to think that i shared 2 years of ultimate closeness (well i shall not use intimacy here, cos what i meant exactly was disrupting each others lifestyle by being present in them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that i've grown up alot, be it for the better or worse. i just prolly am a tad better at controlling my emotions. it's something like curbing raging temperamental behaviour of scale from 10 to 6.9? don't know why 6.9 but u get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least now if i get angry it's more of an upset thing, while trying to identify &amp; correct my errors as much as possible rather than hurling at the whole world like they owe me a living. ha. if u know me well enough, you would have prolly noted the change. &amp;amp; i'm quite proud of my achievement. but then again, striving to be of mild temper. soon lah. give me erm what. 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha mayve i'll clinche the nobel peace prize lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din just called me in the afternoon telling me that he will be back in sg tomorro, oh or rather in a few hours' time. since it's already 2.10am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep soon i'll be like a pissed zombie tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. did i mention that it crossed my mind on saturday to join dragon boating. hah and when i told this to like everyone. they practically scrutinised every part of me &amp;, " SIAO AH? U REALLY CRAZY ALREADY! DON'T WANT LAHHHHH!" i just mentioned &amp;amp; such big reactions. i wondered what will happen if i ever enrolled. hahaha. but quite difficult ah. to think that i really have no time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to be muscular what. i don't want to be skinny i don't want to be fat. just wanna be a lean muscular girl. whats wrong huh huh HUH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok don't worry aiight. it's just a thought. i better go back on my saving plan, wanna buy that darn uzap. lols. zap the flabs away! haha. altho i think it'll be better if i just quit sleeping so much and start moving my bones to exercise. baa.. DB DB DB!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok timecheck 2.16. need to wake up at: 5.30. WOAH 3 hours. BU XING AH! god. please grant me a slept-longer-than-3hours-feeling xiexie ni... wo ai ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113380668467100728?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113380668467100728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113380668467100728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113380668467100728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113380668467100728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-decided-yet.html' title='not decided yet'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113379769731489300</id><published>2005-12-05T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:48:17.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn siong a week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;monday&lt;/em&gt; down, tuesday, wednesday, thuursday and friday left. OOO WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally venice showcase is down &amp; yay! i did great, well at least i thought i did =) heh. good enuff. no slips no errors. just free-style man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols wheepie. had a rough rough rough day yesterday man. &amp; i'm glad i've put it behind me and didn't make a mountain outta a molehill well. at least didn't go BUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woodles was being ultra woozy yesterday helping me recover some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm on sunday i received a call from lingie, she getting married. &amp; to whom? of all people, never ever crossed my mind that it would be lawrence. quite lost for words in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't quite know how to react exactly, well if any of u were wondering who is lingie? she's my brother's ex girlfriend. and lawrence is one of my brother's close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she chances upon this blog. den it'll be so awkward. but still i'll be there at the wedding no matter how wrong it may seem to be. okok. it's not wrong. it will be alright. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be another guelling day for me. damn. have to rush to campus at 6 to have lessons all the way. then will have to do ocom. oo whee can't wait to get all this damn load off me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. guess this entry's getting quite boring.  baaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113379769731489300?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113379769731489300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113379769731489300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113379769731489300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113379769731489300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2005/12/damn-siong-week.html' title='damn siong a week.'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113346088282799333</id><published>2005-12-02T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T02:14:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ego boost</title><content type='html'>wah biang. feel like a mega-wayang-queen. i'm sorry if u all know my intentions. but AIYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today didn't quite feel like a schooling day for me. actually i couldn't remember what i exactly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just knew that today is exceptionally joyful/joyous, however u put it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i have no projects/work on my mind. just decided to swing them of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo weee wanna go zouk on sat. ok more like feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm quite impressed with miss. ocom lecturer today for seeing thru presentation &amp; writing styles. DAMN. cannot cheat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU? like. so obvious meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya aiya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways anyways. today real ego boost. muahahahaha. lenny, if u're reading this, thanks so much ah! lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a call from uncle fats today, told me he was going to China.&lt;br /&gt;like it would make any diff. bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the vibrancy of it all ... lalawhee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo yeah i wanna find a job in town so i can get staff discounts. muahahaha. what a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whee! best is let me find a guy/atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYAYAYAYAYAYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to crash. it's like 2 alr! goodnesssss. oh oh 10 dec zouk out! 12 dec statistics test. WAH THANKS LAH fester. THANKS SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a green mixer polyester ringer. ok whatever that sounds like to u. just that. AIYA. buy alr den say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone give me some money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113346088282799333?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113346088282799333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113346088282799333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113346088282799333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113346088282799333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2005/12/ego-boost.html' title='ego boost'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113319160663048180</id><published>2005-11-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:26:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stacy talks baby listens, baby talks stacy listens</title><content type='html'>&amp; fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like i've got a lot of work to do. &amp; yes. i seriously have got this shit load of work. i've not touched my dearest stats/microecons tutorials which are in by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; not done up my speech for ocom. fuckfuckfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; can't quite prepare myself enuff for school at full swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply cannot understand my subjects &amp; cannot concentrate what the fuck is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost 5 weeks &amp; i'm still holidaying. fuck!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh argh argh. screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams coming up real real soon &amp; i have not memorised my ultraman book!? so dead. 56 pages HOWHOWHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday whenever i have free time i just can't put myself to work. i just simply laze around like a piece of goo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. fucking goo. purple goo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; for some reason i have been caught with the tv. not tv progs. i just look into the tv. ARGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad bad bad. go away go away SHOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twings twangs. i should go file my doocuments soon. don't quite know where i have misplaced them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. today's super unglam cannnnn. i was in the bus &amp; i fell asleep. like a piece of dead log. &amp;amp; overshot my bus stop. FUCKING terrible. i totally need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i so miss mister hard fats. working so terribly hard now so he can take time off with me. 16 days woohoo! i better do the same too. exams drawing nearer. yet i feel like i haven't learnt anything in school. reality check! BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time to go do my tutorials. &amp; pray i don't fall asleep while doing them. nighty nites! yawn go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss deardear tooooooooooooo =(  i want to see himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113319160663048180?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113319160663048180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113319160663048180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113319160663048180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113319160663048180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2005/11/stacy-talks-baby-listens-baby-talks.html' title='stacy talks baby listens, baby talks stacy listens'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</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-8116652.post-113285165553037751</id><published>2005-11-25T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:00:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rejuvinate, reinvent, remould.</title><content type='html'>yay! i finally got to shop after 1.5 weeks. YAY! i want to go to hk and bangkok. someone bring me there please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116652-113285165553037751?l=zephyr-ride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/feeds/113285165553037751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116652&amp;postID=113285165553037751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113285165553037751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116652/posts/default/113285165553037751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-ride.blogspot.com/2005/11/rejuvinate-reinvent-remould.html' title='rejuvinate, reinvent, remould.'/><author><name>whip out the suspenders!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296577576868816116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
